klisemfg Chapter 550 Why did you take so long?
Chapter 550 Why did you take so long?
Lilith walked forward with a lot on her mind, but was startled when she pushed open the door in the corridor.
The castle was still so noisy at night. All the lights above were on, so bright that even shadows could not be seen. People were walking in and out between the open doors, and the footsteps were almost like drumbeats.
As Lilith walked through the place, she kept brushing past familiar and unfamiliar teachers. Their faces showed the aftermath of their emotions. Only then did Lilith realize that for most people, a glance from the dragon might be a rare sight they would only encounter once in their lifetime. Tonight might be an unforgettable night for many people.
Of course, it's also scary.
As she passed the corner of the stairs, she caught a glimpse of several security guards. Their work tonight was far from over. Zephirion's brief battle with Gloria's group had already damaged half a street's worth of buildings. Repairing the magic circles, large and small, would require the help of the academy. At the foot of the stairs, Ms. Nightingale was complaining about how she wasn't sure how to write this month's work report.
Lilith felt even more guilty now.
They looked at Lilith openly when she passed by. She had prepared herself to be stopped and questioned, but they just looked at her for a few seconds and then turned their eyes away and continued talking. They had no intention of making things difficult for her.
Lilith finally breathed a sigh of relief, guessing that Teacher Simon must have communicated with them.
"—Is that her? The black dragon's illegitimate daughter?"
But as soon as she stepped halfway up the stairs, she heard excited gossip from below. Lilith tripped and nearly fell on the steps.
...As expected, gossip is human nature, and no one is immune to it. After being speechless, Lilith cursed Zephirian a hundred times in her heart.
But now is not the time to educate the stupid Black Dragon. Lilith continued to move upwards as if she was familiar with the school clinic.
After climbing two floors, the noise below was finally isolated, and the upstairs was very quiet. Therefore, just after she walked around the huge man-eating sunflower pot at the corner, the figure standing in front of the window in the corridor turned around first.
“Leila…”
Lilith called out cautiously, and there she was.
The girl's hair was cut very thin and short, lying softly on her scalp, but because of the bold red color, she looked unapproachable. Outside the window was the inky night. If it weren't for her eye-catching red hair, she would almost blend into the shadows in her black armor.
When Leila heard the familiar footsteps, she turned her head, but did not respond to Lilith's greeting. Her unfocused eyes were unclear as to what she was thinking. She was looking in Lilith's direction, but it seemed as if she was not looking at her.
Lilith was afraid to approach Leila because of this. She paused awkwardly. After a long silence of nearly a minute, Lilith suddenly had an idea and quickly spoke again.
"I, I'm not!" Lilith hurriedly defended herself, fearing that Leila had the same suspicion as the people downstairs. "Zefirion is not my father!"
Leila's eyes flickered when she heard that, and her gaze finally focused on Lilith.
"...I was too impulsive just now."
After a long silence, Leila finally spoke, her voice slightly hoarse from her previous yelling. She seemed oblivious to the surprise on Lilith's face as she continued, "I'm not capable of revenge right now. You're right."
"..."
Lilith opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
At this point, there was no need to confirm with Leila whether Viscount Friar was really dead, because—
Leila, she seemed to have grown up suddenly...
The complaints, quarrels, and even the unruly hair-pulling of sisters that were originally expected did not happen. Leila seemed to have completely recovered from her previous hysterical rage, and even calmly reviewed her previous impulse.
Those eyes that once burned with flames and were filled with pride were now like two drained wells, leaving only silence.
This cold and silent "growth" distressed Lilith more than any hysterical crying. A heavy and sour feeling fermented and expanded in her chest. She took a step forward, wanting to hug her sister and comfort her.
"Did he come to you after the trial by combat?" Leila asked, stepping back as Lilith raised her arm.
"……Yes."
"..."
Leila turned her head to look out the window and was silent for a long time.
“Leila…”
Lilith felt terrible. She had just been worried about the insignificant rumors and the gazes of the security team downstairs, but now she realized that the most difficult problem she needed to face was right in front of her. Leila's pain was visible to the naked eye, and she didn't even know how to touch it.
Before Zephirian came to find her, he was in Tanding County... Did he discover some clues there, so he confirmed her identity and came to meet her?
Zephirion always treated people like ants. If he had just crushed Viscount Fryer because he had angered him, it would have been fine. But if... if it was because of her, how would Leila see her? Was that what she was thinking about now?
Lilith was enveloped in a huge state of uneasiness. She tried to break the suffocating oppression: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry about my father's matter. I didn't receive any news before, otherwise-"
"You don't have to apologize."
Leila quickly interrupted Lilith, still with her back to her. The open window let the cold wind from outside in, which allowed her to keep her eyes dry and not be disturbed by useless tears.
"I didn't inform you in the first place."
Lilith looked bewildered behind him.
"He's dead, you don't have to bear these irrelevant things... You are free, sister." Leila took a last look out the window and turned around.
"You're not your father's child. He told me so himself." Leila looked at Lilith, who didn't seem surprised at all. "You knew that a long time ago, didn't you?"
"You wouldn't be surprised if you were me."
Lilith pursed her lips and whispered that the Viscount had disgust, fear and resistance towards her, but no family affection. However, he always appeared to be a kind father in front of Leila, and now he was dead. Lilith did not want to mention his past anymore. She stepped forward and held Leila's cold hand.
"Kolela, you are still my sister. I felt it from the first moment I saw you that we are different—"
"You will continue to interact with the black dragon, right?" Leila raised her head and her eyes looked straight into Lilith's.
"..." Lilith trembled her lips a few times. In just a few seconds of hesitation, she saw deep sadness and disappointment in Leila's eyes.
But now might not be the time to choose sides. Lilith thought for a moment, "The first batch of dragon steel will be produced soon. Ozler's combat power will be greatly improved. We still need Zephirion's help, and Catherine also--"
"Whatever you want." Leila's voice was chilled by the night wind. She slowly withdrew her hand. "The hatred of the Flair family has nothing to do with you. This is what Lucinda and I will do in the future."
"That's unrealistic, Leila." Lilith was worried about her dangerous thoughts. "The Taylor family's ancestor was able to fight him because he was still an immature dragon. And... and, could this be a misunderstanding—"
"I saw him crush my father's head with my own eyes." Leila's eyes turned red again as she recalled the tragic scene, and the hellish scene appeared before her eyes again.
"I can't be wrong about that black dragon and those elves!"
"…Elf?"
……
"Squeak."
Outside Highgarden, a recently renovated wooden house was marked with hidden markings. The new owner had shown no interest in repairing it. The half-closed wooden window was so old that the slightest movement made a noise, and it could only be opened to a gap barely the width of a palm. Yet, a dark figure slipped through that narrow gap and landed silently.
Giselle sat in the darkness without even raising her eyelids.
"Why have you been gone so long?"
It was her companion Aryan who had returned.