In the tiered classroom, Black Magic and White Magic and Quintessence Theory were being taught.
Ever since Mil became known among his classmates as the one who triggered a miracle, his reputation had taken another turn for the better…
“Honestly, it’s Miss Lilith’s good fortune that Mil agreed to the engagement.”
“Lilith only has good magic talent and is pretty; in terms of qualifications, she’s really not a good match. Mil and the Holy Sword Wielder, Princess Diana, are childhood sweethearts!”
“I feel like Mil should study White Magic! Maybe he’s already a Tier 3 Mage by now!”
Mil felt he was already used to it; everyone in this world had a screw loose. Lilith, on the other hand, looked helpless:
“Alright, so now I’m the one marrying up.”
“It’s fine, I don’t mind.”
Lilith rolled her eyes at Mil and rubbed her temples:
“By the way, you can dance, right?”
At this question, Mil was somewhat confused. Even if he had learned before, he had long forgotten now.
Seeing Mil’s stunned expression, Lilith pretty much guessed.
“It’s okay, just make do. Only those minor nobles who want to climb the social ladder will care. But Diana will also be there tonight, just don’t leave me hanging then.”
“Thanks for the reminder… Even if she wasn’t there, I might still leave you hanging.”
Lilith’s fist clenched and then relaxed. She always felt her limits as a lady were being pushed again and again.
“Oh, right, besides announcing our upcoming engagement tonight, my father will also be giving Alice a gift.”
“Five million Taylors? How can you give that to her? I’m clearly the one who woke you up!”
Mil was indignant, and Lilith sighed again, too lazy to explain further.
…
The night wind was cool.
At the entrance of the magnificent Evangium Palace, carriages bustled and people clamored. The nobles of the Holy City attended in their finest attire;
The girls’ whalebone corsets cinched their waists as slender as porcelain bottle necks.
In this world, there are three paths to becoming a noble: becoming a cleric, becoming a knight, or becoming a magician.
Due to the unique cultural characteristics of the Holy City, mages are relatively resisted here. It is said that nine out of ten mages will fall into the abyss;
However, today, a thousand years after the Demon God's Child disappeared, in some places further from the Holy City, the attitude towards the abyss is no longer so aggressive.
The Lyata Family’s carriage slowly stopped…
Alice wore a pure white Lolita dress and entered hand-in-hand with her little nun sisters;
Mil was dressed more casually and waited for Lilith at the entrance as agreed.
Soon, a carriage marked with a golden apple slowly stopped in front of Mil. The imposing Grand Duke helped his wife and child out of the carriage.
Charles and his wife chatted briefly with Mil, then hurried inside; they were the hosts of the party.
Lilith stepped forward and linked her arm through Mil’s:
“Let’s go. Remember to change your address tonight.”
“What should I call you? Princess Lilith?”
“We’re getting engaged soon, you have to call me ‘my dear’.”
“No.”
“You don’t have a choice in this. As the Holy City’s hero, a scholar of the abyss.”
Saying this, Lilith sneered and gave him a threatening look.
Tonight, she wore a fitted, silk-lustre fabric, a long dress like layers of butterfly wings, black on one side and purple on the other, with a side slit up to the waist, sewn together with gold chains;
A dark purple fur stole draped over her shoulders, and beneath the spaghetti straps and lace, she wore a pair of high heels.
The dazzling pendant, paired with an M-shaped strapless evening gown, showcased the “thin branches bearing heavy fruit” to its fullest extent;
The round and shapely form resembled white ice cream scoops in a cup, but when she moved, it was more like pudding.
Along the way, nobles who saw the two offered their blessings, and the young men looked on with envy in their eyes… and daggers.
Lilith, who was always adored by thousands, handled it with ease. Her charming and enchanting gaze captivated people instantly, as if she was born to be admired;
After walking around for a bit, she whispered in Mil’s ear with a proud and confident tone:
“How does it feel to be envied?”
“Don’t stand so close, my arm is getting hot from you.”
Hearing Mil’s impatient tone, Lilith’s chest ached with anger.
“Are you… into the same sex?”
“I’m just not interested in you.”
Mil shook his head, hearing Lilith grinding her teeth.
In the Grand Hall of Evangium Palace, amidst the gilded reliefs of the dome, a goddess held a seven-stringed zither, looking down upon the mortal feast.
Seventy-two Corinthian columns, like a gilded forest, were entwined with vine-like crystal lamp chains, and tens of thousands of prisms refracted the candlelight into a spectacle like a pouring galaxy.
Mil’s gaze swept over the crowd and immediately spotted the Holy Sword Wielder at the bottom of the spiral staircase…
Diana was dressed relatively simply.
A white evening gown, a deep blue silk long dress, embroidered with silver decorations, and a pair of ice-blue crystal high heels;
Upon closer inspection, it was simple yet not simplistic, complementing her noble and aloof temperament perfectly.
Her features were exquisite, her nose bridge slightly raised, without a hint of allure, and with three parts heroism. It seemed the platinum princess crown on her head was born to belong to her.
At this moment, she had just finished reading the letter delivered by the Knight Commander’s adjutant:
“Who gave you this letter?”
“The guard at Seraphim Fortress said an old woman delivered it and specifically asked for it to be given to you.”
The adjutant’s expression was serious, and he looked out of place in the banquet hall in his full armor.
This letter was not addressed to Diana; the salutation was Black Mage Ibon; the signature was Demon God's Child;
The content was an invitation to Ibon to attend a Demon Race lecture.
Most importantly, the letter bore the Demon God's Curse Mark, which had disappeared and then reappeared.
Diana’s fingers lightly traced the curse mark, her expression gradually turning solemn:
“Could it be that the Demon God's Child has truly appeared?”
“Princess, if this is true, it could explain why the Demon Race is making such a big fuss. But this ‘Demon Race Lecture’ plan was orchestrated by Mil. Why would the Demon God's Child help him advance this plan?”
The Knight Commander’s adjutant’s question also troubled Diana.
In the back of her mind, a voice kept telling her that Mil was heading towards corruption, but unfortunately, there was no way to investigate further now:
“I heard he also suddenly awakened his magic talent… Don’t tell anyone yet, let’s observe him more.”
After speaking, she put away the envelope. As soon as she looked up, she saw Mil and Lilith surrounded by the crowd.
After preparing herself mentally, Diana walked straight up to them:
“Mil… Fuck, Mil, Miss Lilith, congratulations to you both.”
“Good evening, Princess Diana, may the Lord God bless you.”
Lilith bowed gracefully.
And Mil, who had been nonchalant, his eyes lit up the moment he saw Diana, and a wicked arc curved on his lips:
“Good evening, Princess Diana.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Diana could feel a warning emanating from the Holy Sword, which was being held by her accompanying maid.
“Mil, you and Miss Lilith are a good match, I sincerely wish you both well. If you’re willing, we can still be friends like before.”
“Hmm, that would be my honor. I will definitely lend a helping hand when you need it most.”
“Buzz—”
As soon as Mil finished speaking, the Holy Sword in the scabbard, held by the maid behind Diana, began to hum.
Seeing this, Lilith vigilantly tugged at Mil’s sleeve and said with a smile:
“Princess Diana, Mil and I still need to find my father and them, so we’ll talk later.”
“Hmm, Miss Lilith, please take good care of Mil.”
Diana, with a somewhat troubled expression, nodded, and Lilith pulled Mil away:
“Shall we go? My dear?”
Looking at their intimate backs, Diana felt a strange tightness in her chest;
Then she suddenly called out:
“Mil! Don’t do anything foolish…”
Mil stopped, turned his head, and looked puzzled. Lilith whispered:
“You’d better be careful. Princess Diana might be suspicious of you.”
“How can you tell?”
“A beautiful girl’s intuition.”
