Mil gave an awkward laugh; it seemed his disguise skills still needed more refinement…
Lilith’s strength earned her a thunderous applause. Even without any expression, she exuded the aura of a top student who had claimed first place in her grade.
Compared to the previous scene, their subsequent matches were more like minor skirmishes, yet they still managed to stir up gasps and cheers…
After the match ended, Mil leaned against a corridor pillar overgrown with evening glory flowers, in the path Lilith was sure to take, watching her graceful figure slowly approach:
“Congratulations, our genius girl.”
Lilith, wearing boots that sparkled like stardust, walked through the long corridor and stopped in front of Mil, a faint, delicate fragrance wafting over him:
“Thank you.”
“It seems you and this Royal Chief Mage have a good relationship?”
“I’ve met him before, but it was only a brief encounter.”
“My goal is to kill him. Will being my accomplice make you uneasy?”
Upon hearing this question, Lilith paused, then shook her head:
“No.”
“Heh, my dear, why don’t you just do it for me then?”
“Don’t even think about it. Go buy a Tier 2 Dark Attribute Demon-Breaking Blade. As for the rest… I’ll prepare it for you. You’ll need to set up magic circle traps and Black Magic poison, and you’ll only have a chance to succeed when you’re in close proximity.”
Despite the high risk, hearing these words made Mil feel exceptionally reliable and at ease.
However, after some thought, Mil suddenly frowned:
“Hiss… I don’t think I told you how I plan to make my move.”
Lilith sneered:
“You should have already realized that I have a friend by my side who is also one of yours.”
“Is that so… It seems her lips aren’t sealed. I’ll have to tell the Demon God's Child to punish her properly.”
Lilith trembled, her eyes twitching slightly as she clenched her fists, grinding her teeth.
The black market was hidden within the magic bazaar. After purchasing what he needed that afternoon, when Mil returned home that evening, the Lyata Family had already arrived in the capital.
His adoptive father, in his early 40s, had a relatively easygoing personality and was a powerful Magic Knight.
In contrast, his grandfather, Earl Connor, was more like a dignified monarch.
Everyone had just arrived in the capital and was busy settling in. After Mil greeted his adoptive father, adoptive mother, uncle, aunt, and over 20 other core members, he still hadn’t seen his grandfather, the Earl.
“The Earl has gone to the palace for an audience.”
However, no sooner had the maid finished speaking than the butler interrupted:
“The Earl has returned, Young Master Mil. He is waiting for you in the tea pavilion in the back garden.”
With that, he led Mil to meet the Earl.
In the backyard, beneath the white-domed pavilion, Earl Connor, in his sixties, leaned on his cane. His calm expression and serene eyes were always inscrutable.
His golden hair had thinned over the years, and time had robbed his cheeks of their former luster.
Mil stepped forward and bowed respectfully, as always:
“Grandfather.”
“Sit.”
To show the amiability of an elder, Earl Connor personally picked up the teapot and poured Mil a cup of black tea, then asked:
“Miss Lilith’s beauty is indeed extraordinary, but be honest with me, was Charles forcing you into this engagement with her?”
“His Highness Charles was not. Miss Lilith was forcing me.”
“Oh… Ah?”
The Earl’s hand trembled as he poured the tea, and he suddenly frowned. He had thought that after experiencing enough storms in life, his heart would not be easily stirred.
But hearing this, he still felt it was somewhat unexpected…
However, he quickly guessed the reason:
“Lilith? Is that so, that girl has something on you?”
“We both got what we wanted…”
Mil naturally dared not tell the truth. The Earl’s keen eyes glanced at his expression, seemingly guessing something, but he did not expose him. Instead, he continued to ask:
“Are there no women from the Leia Tower that you fancy?”
“It is my filial impiety; I do not have that fortune.”
“If you insist on this, I will take the secret of your parentage to my grave. Don’t blame me!”
“Now, I’m not so curious anymore.”
The Earl frowned deeply, staring at Mil in confusion, feeling as if he had become a different person after not seeing him for half a year.
Could it be that a plan like the Demon Race Propaganda Meeting was truly orchestrated by him?
But soon, the old Earl dismissed the thought, shaking his head and sighing deeply:
“Alas… I know you still harbor feelings for Her Highness Diana, but I didn’t expect you to take on such a huge task! Do you have confidence in tomorrow night’s matter?”
Hearing this, Mil was a little confused. His eyes darted around before he realized it must be about helping Diana escape from prison…
“Don’t worry, old man… I’ve already entrusted this matter to Diana’s teacher, Professor Volk. At most, I’ll provide support along the way.”
“So… Ah?”
Earl Connor’s usually composed face once again showed an expression of surprise.
It wasn’t surprising that Volk would agree; the things this kid could come up with were beyond his imagination:
“Hiss… You kid? How did you suddenly become such a shrewd person?”
Mil gave an awkward laugh, after all, what he truly intended to do was much more difficult than helping Diana escape…
But Mil wasn’t worried, because unlike before, this plan was perfect.
The Earl shook his head and finally warned:
“Bringing down Her Highness Diana is the idea of those nobles, and the one who instigated this conflict of interest is the Third Prince. Albert III can guess, so be careful yourself.”
This reminded Mil that perhaps he could use the Third Prince to appropriately increase the difficulty of the escape.
…
In the prison, Royal Mage Volk visited again.
During this time, many people came to visit, but Diana mostly refused them…
The prison she resided in was of high standard, and her treatment was not bad; she even had the right to refuse visitors.
And Emperor Albert III’s confidants had also made arrangements with the people in the prison…
Tomorrow night, the guards would be relatively lax.
“Teacher, why are you here again?”
Diana, dressed in a white dress, her exquisite face was still movingly beautiful in the moonlight.
Royal Mage Volk lowered his voice and quietly asked:
“Are you ready for tomorrow night’s matter?”
“I…”
Diana lowered her head, still somewhat hesitant. Once she escaped, she might never be able to return to the capital openly in her lifetime.
Volk sighed and warned:
“This is His Majesty’s will.”
“Understood.”
“Regarding Mil… Perhaps it will disappoint you.”
“Has he… fallen?”
In fact, Diana had always had this premonition, and even if she truly heard the news of Mil’s fall, it wouldn’t be too surprising.
Volk held the iron bars of the prison with his aged hand, and said with regret:
“I had someone follow him. This afternoon, he bought a large number of Black Magic tools in the black market.”
Diana fell silent. Everything had happened too suddenly, and even now, her childhood friend might very well be the murderer of her brother.
“I know you don’t want to believe it. You’ll have to make your own judgment after you get out.”
“Thank you, Teacher Volk…”
Volk nodded, his gaze passing through the narrow prison window. After a moment of hesitation, he spoke:
“By the way, my fate line appeared in tonight’s starry sky. Perhaps my life is also nearing its end…”
“How could that be?”
“Your Highness Diana, listen to me, no matter what unexpected circumstances arise tomorrow, do not look back.”