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Chapter 551 It’s time to make a choice

The man didn't say a word. He seemed exhausted. After jumping into the room, he slid down and sat down, leaning against the wall and breathing silently.

Most night elves were quiet, so Giselle didn't care whether they responded or not. She continued to sit by the small window on the other side of the room, where a half-stone platform extended from, allowing her to climb onto the roof and overlook the flat fields. After returning from Highgarden, she had basically been sitting here for the past few days.

"Do you know the name of Mistress Zora's child?"

Aryan's silence actually opened up Giselle's mouth. There were too many emotions accumulated in her chest, and she had to find a way to vent them. Even if Aryan didn't respond, she continued to talk to herself.

"I asked the little princess, but she said she didn't know." Giselle recalled the bewildered look on Catherine's face at the time and sneered silently, "That's Zora's bloodline."

"Do you remember? After Zora passed away, it was her cousin who became regent. What a wonderful promise he made? 'Temporarily take over state affairs, and when the princess comes of age, the power will be returned to her—"

The female elf's face showed scorn. "And what happened? Before the girl even came of age, he declared himself in love with his niece. They were married under the witness of the Church of Light, and he officially became Bishop II."

Disgusting!

The promised transfer of power did not take place. A princess, the only daughter of a founding queen, gradually became an obscure woman behind the king, and even her name was not recorded in the history books of the empire.

Her only name was Queen of Bishop II.

"If only we had noticed it earlier..." Giselle recalled the letters in which the Human King had asked Fustwin for help, and said in a low voice, "If only we had found Lady Zora earlier..."

After the holy war, everyone was too relaxed. Everyone was immersed in the joy of the arrival of a new era. Only Lady Zora was still thinking about the Mother Goddess. What kind of thoughts did she hold on to that made her insist on her guess?

If they had Lady Zora's guidance, perhaps they wouldn't have wasted so many years, and perhaps the Gaia Empire wouldn't be heading in the direction it is today.

They failed to protect the Mother Goddess, nor did they help her good friend - Giselle's face was gloomy, but now, perhaps she could do something for Zora's descendants.

Aryan's breathing became disordered, and Giselle naturally heard it. She jumped lightly from the windowsill and walked towards her compatriots who were rarely quiet. The sword of the Mother Goddess was still in Giselle's hand. She took it from Angel and refused to give it to the princess. Now it was a good time for Aryan to return the sword.

"Don't bother that little princess anymore. I've decided to cooperate with her and have already sent a letter to Legolas. She's much more reliable and useful than those rubbish from Mulet—"

Giselle's words came to an abrupt end. Although there was no light in the room, her good eyesight allowed her to catch a glimpse of the light on Aryan's face as she approached him.

"...Did anyone hit you?"

Giselle finally pulled herself out of her emotional turmoil and looked at Aryan in disbelief. What was wrong with this guy? He slipped in like a rag bag without a word, and ended up crying?!

As a result, Aryan's shoulders shook even more violently. He raised his head, his tears and snot mixed together, and the suppressed sobs finally broke through his throat, turning into a broken sound that was almost a howl. Giselle was so scared that she took three steps back.

Mother Goddess! —Giselle prayed repeatedly in her heart, feeling that this was even more terrifying than facing the void!

"What are you doing!" Giselle frowned and shouted, his hands on the hilt of the sword.

Although Aryan is more casual and unrestrained than himself, he has never been like this. At this moment, he seems like... like those dark elves who could not bear the loneliness and took the initiative to end their lives. It seems that he is not far from madness.

"——Found it." These few words seemed to have exhausted all of Yalian's strength.

"What did you find? Tell me clearly!" Giselle asked sternly, her vigilance still undiminished. She even began to look out the window. She suspected that this guy was being controlled by the white-robed men with mental magic.

Aryan didn't answer directly. He suddenly raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously, trying to wipe away the troublesome tears and snot, but it only spread them more evenly, making his face a shiny, dirty mess. Then, he grinned at Giselle.

Giselle shuddered. This scene was damned bizarre. Tears were still pouring down, washing away the stains on Aryan's face and forming ravines. But the corners of his mouth stretched uncontrollably to the sides, forming a smile that was uglier than crying.

"—Gichel, I found her, we found her!"

Giselle first frowned in disgust, then—

"Clang!"

The sword in Giselle's hand slammed to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"...Nonsense." Giselle murmured subconsciously, standing there frozen as if struck by a confinement spell.

She looked at the guy curled up in the corner, crying and laughing like a madman, and all the disgust and vigilance on her face were replaced by huge confusion.

Is that what she meant? Is that what she meant? At this point, Giselle didn't dare to believe it or listen. She tried to make her brain work and asked dizzily:

"...What did you find out in Tanding County? That girl—"

"She is not the descendant of the Mother Goddess."

Giselle's heart suddenly sank. For them, disappointment was actually a more reassuring emotion. They had been living with disappointment for so many years.

"Giel... Lilith, Lilith is Lilith."

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"That's right! Lilith is Lilith. No matter who your father is, you can still be good sisters!"

In the Potions classroom, Lulu expressed her opinions with an innocent look on her face.

Wearing splash-proof glasses and thick gloves, she carefully stirred the crucible in front of her. Although the blue potion inside was cooked by a fierce fire, the temperature was getting lower and lower, and ice crystals formed on the long-handled spoon in Lulu's hand.

"Of course I hope so...but it would be nice if it were that simple." Lilith sighed as she lay on the long table.

Teacher Wanda was instructing them on the "Frost Elegy", also known as the Freezing Potion. It was a potion that could make the flamethrower tube produce ice, specifically targeting magical creatures that used flame sacs. Gloria had just been harassed by a black dragon, and it was obvious who this class was added to guard against, so Lilith was distracted.

"Ms. Leila probably just wants your attitude." Hannah analyzed while shaking the potion bottle opposite.

Jaina on the side also nodded in agreement: "Anyway, she said that Viscount Friar is not your father. You have no obligation to avenge your father. She just wants you to stand on her side. Your closeness with Zephirion makes her feel betrayed. If it were me, I would be sad too."

"Yes, yes, it's time to make a choice, Lilith!" Teacher Wanda, who was eavesdropping on the side, suddenly leaned over and squeezed into the girls' conversation. He would not miss any of this gossip!

Lilith held her head in pain.