“So, what else does Teacher Lilith need to guide you on, Princess?”
After the simple relaxation and guidance, Lilith felt that her distance with Amyra had shortened a lot.
Indeed, the lower body is a window to the soul…
Lilith sighed, put her slightly damp little foot, wrapped in white silk, back into her shoe, and played with the glasses she had just taken off Amyra’s face, then put them on herself.
With the glasses on, Lilith felt more like a wise teacher, even an elder.
All that was missing was a long branch as a pointer…
Speaking of which, a pointer could also be used for certain kinds of disciplining office! Teacher punishing bad students!
Oh right, it seems I have to substitute for Seraphiel’s class tomorrow morning…I guess I’ll prepare a pointer or something, a small tool for after-class tutoring.
“Amyra, come be my assistant for my class tomorrow. I remember you also took ‘A Brief History of Fragmentation’…”
“…”
Amyra didn’t know how her conversation with Lilith suddenly jumped so quickly, but she felt she had no reason to refuse, so she nodded somewhat vaguely.
“Then you can help me organize the lesson plans. I’ll tell you a few key points for the class, and then you’ll have an easier time at the end of the term…Hehe, this is Teacher Lilith’s special private tutoring.”
Lilith struck a cute pose, smiling sweetly as she kicked Amyra’s calf.
This action startled Amyra, making her tremble again, thinking Lilith was going to continue what she had just done to her.
It wasn’t that she was afraid or disliked Lilith doing such things to her.
It’s just that if it happened one more time, she would probably be completely out of strength.
Although Amyra vaguely realized that Lilith’s behavior just now was a bit lewd.
If it was the price for knowledge, it was too light.
It was just a simple rub and massage.
She still couldn’t control her body, dirtying her pantyhose and the other person’s small foot.
Moreover, Amyra didn’t feel any teasing or humiliating emotions in Lilith’s actions towards her.
Lewd.
Succubi are very sensitive to the emotions of others.
She could clearly perceive Lilith was just simply trying to test her, and perhaps there was also some concern for herself or for herself and Nia and Kelly?
But where did this concern come from?
Amyra thought back carefully.
Her own file only a few high-ranking members of the Eastern Church knew her family name.
Is it Her Royal Highness the Saint?
Is it Her Royal Highness the Saint asking Lilith to take care of them more?
Sure enough, Lilith and Her Royal Highness the Saint are actually very close, having known each other for a long time?
However, Amyra was not particularly surprised that the Saint, and even the entire Church of Genesis, had some connection with this legendary existence before her.
After all, she was once a legendary hero.
The Church of Genesis even cooperated many times with a Blood Clan Grand Duke who is still alive and hunting fanatical believers.
Lilith had left many records of helping churches in various places during the period when the church was still fragmented.
Although Lilith had some strange quirks, Amyra felt that this hero deserved basic respect and admiration.
And at this moment.
Amyra felt that she and Lilith were like a hero and princess from a storybook.
Though the way they interacted was a bit strange.
“Do you feel uncomfortable in your lower body?”
Lilith looked at Amyra, who was squirming and appearing very awkward, pretending not to know that it was due to herself that the girl in front of her was experiencing a flood of arousal.
She just asked about the girl’s physical condition with seemingly great concern.
“Hmm…a little…wet…it’s hard to concentrate.”
“Then let’s go take a bath together. I remember the library also has public washrooms for students staying overnight.”
“But… I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”
“I have some.”
“Nia hasn’t come back yet. I need to tell her.”
“Why do you care about her? She took so long to get a book and still hasn’t returned. Who knows where she ran off to! Let’s go wash up first, and then we can talk about the course when we get back.”
Amyra was pulled up from the chair by Lilith, and seeing the obvious small wet stain on the chair, she quickly wiped it a few times before being half-coaxed, half-dragged away by Lilith.
After this “frank meeting,” they would surely have a deeper conversation.
As for Nia?
No one cared.
Lilith wished her a happy time wandering in the library, the later she returned, the better.
Meanwhile, our perspective shifts to Selunia.
This little nun, who was helping her friend find textbooks, was now completely lost in the library.
The towering bookshelves around her seemed like endless walls, and the space folded back and forth, forming a labyrinthine corridor that seemed to have no end.
The darkness of the deep night permeated this maze made of a sea of books.
Obscure whispers constantly came from all directions, enticing the uninvited guest who had accidentally intruded into this forbidden place.
The front led to who knows where.
And with every step forward, the path behind was rearranged or even dissolved, making it impossible for the intruder to find their way back.
Selunia quietly walked through this dim, eerie maze.
She knew she had mistakenly entered a hidden space where the Eastern Church sealed some important or dangerous knowledge and secrets.
She had once heard Her Royal Highness the Saint mention there was such a secret space within the library.
And those who were not invited, who intruded with ill intentions, would walk forever in this endless maze with no exit, until their lives withered away.
But Selunia couldn’t remember how she got in.
And after she entered, she didn’t trigger the maze’s alarm.
This was not good news.
No alarm meant no one knew she had entered here.
She could have originally hoped that the nun managing the library, who held the key to the maze, could open the barrier and take her out and then she might be severely punished and warned and also taken to the tribunal for questioning in a small dark room.
But now.
She could only hope Lilith and Amyra would eventually notice her disappearance.
Selunia’s delicate brows furrowed slightly as she carefully recalled the details before she entered this maze.
Oh right it was on the bookshelf, that overly glaring golden light in her eyes.
It attracted her.
After touching that brilliant light, she was brought here.
Serunia’s heartbeat subtly quickened.
In her blood-colored pupils, golden rhomboid lights constantly flickered.
It was getting closer and closer.
That thing that was attracting her.
The inexplicable throbbing in her bloodline continuously surged, as if invisible threads were pulling her, leading her towards a certain direction in the maze.
Guiding the descendant of light would not be lost here.
Selunia closed her eyes, her footsteps becoming light and firm, her fingers gently caressing the thick books on the bookshelves.
Until the end of her journey.
She opened her eyes, where red and gold intertwined.
At her fingertips was a page emitting faint golden light, stucked among many books.
She pulled out that page, which seemed a bit too abrupt among the numerous books, containing only a few lines and then ancient characters appeared before her eyes.
Each stroke, each line, each dot seemed to be telling her the truth of a distant era.
Selunia’s heart pounded even more violently, the light flowing in her bloodline surged, as if resonating with the words in the book.
“What is this?”
[This is my eighteenth year in this foolish world!]