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"snort--!"

Lilith was about to turn the handle of her room when she suddenly heard a short cold snort from her right hand side, which startled her. She turned her head and saw Angel Russell standing in the corridor not far away. She was also holding a lunch box from the cafeteria. She was looking at her with a gloomy face and contempt.

"Is there something?" Lilith hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

As a result, Angel snorted again. She looked up at people with her chin, "Some people pretend to be noble on the surface, but they go and mingle with the common people. It turns out that they are more diligent than anyone else in currying favor with the princess in private. No wonder they are looked at differently. What a good trick!" Angel said angrily, but she dared to lower her voice, as if she didn't want Catherine to hear it.

... Lilith was speechless. She didn't expect that bringing food to others would make people hate her. It was just a habit she developed in her previous life. Besides, Catherine treated her to a buffet, so it was normal for her to return the favor.

"No." Lilith looked at Angie sincerely. "She looks at me differently simply because she likes me more. It has nothing to do with what I do." Lilith lied with her eyes open, not caring if Catherine heard it. She knew that the princess was too lazy to expose her harmless lie.

An Qi dug her nails into the lunch box fiercely, and laughed in anger, "You really are——"

"Oh, and more," Lilith opened the door, glanced at Anqi's nails that had turned white from working so hard, and said lightly, "If you don't like me, don't do the same thing as me and learn from others."

"You——!" An Qi was so angry at her words that she forgot what she was going to say. She kept saying "you" for a long time, but Lilith didn't wait for her to finish her words and went back to the dormitory and closed the door. What is more infuriating than quarreling is not giving the other party a chance to talk back. Doing a good thing and still being treated inexplicably by others is inexplicable. If she doesn't fight back, she will definitely not be able to sleep during her nap.

At this time, inside the door of Catherine's room.

"You should go now." Catherine put the lunch box on the cabinet at the door and said softly.

"Do you want to reconsider what I said?" There was someone else in the room, and it was the voice of a middle-aged man.

Catherine didn't keep her usual cold and distant face at this time, and her irritable mood was all over her face. "No, I refuse! Just because His Majesty the King thinks I am throwing a tantrum and came to Goletia, and wants to see me, do you have to come to school to take me back? You know I am not acting on impulse! Father!"

"Oh, little pudding, you seem to be particularly irritable today. Don't be angry, I just can't refuse the request of my dear brother, who is also your uncle." A handsome tall man sat quietly on the desk, lowering his eyes to arrange the white bouquet he brought. His hair color was the same silver-gray as Catherine's, but it was trimmed very neatly, bringing out a bit of cold temperament. But his voice was low and magnetic, like the melodious bell in the valley, with a hint of tenderness.

This man turned out to be the only duke of the Gaia Empire, the brother of Bishop VII, and Catherine’s father, William Bishop.

"He just wants to test whether you are obedient or not." Catherine said sarcastically, "Don't worry, even if I don't go back, with your attitude, he can rest assured and recover from his illness."

"Don't say that about him, Catherine." The Duke was very patient with his beloved daughter. "It is normal for sick people to have extreme emotions. His Majesty the King has suffered a series of setbacks in recent years, so it is inevitable that he is uneasy and even suspicious. We should be more tolerant of him..."

Catherine sneered. "What is he worried about? Most of Gaia's troops are stationed near Highgarden to protect his safety. If it weren't for him, how could mother and brother be in such a difficult situation——"

"Catherine!" William's tone even revealed a hint of begging. "That's not your Majesty's fault. Now no one except the Church of Light can command those troops, but the church doesn't trust us, and your uncle can't do anything... I will find a way to deal with your mother. I have been working hard for this, you know."

Catherine closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.

"Anyway, I won't go back, Dad." Her face was as cold as frost. "You voluntarily took on the shackles of family affection. That was your own choice, but please don't implicate me and my brothers. If something like this happens again, I will tell Mom."

These words were spoken urgently and heavily. William pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time. Apart from his own children, no one else in the empire dared to speak to him like this. He sighed and compromised helplessly, "I understand. I will tell His Majesty the King that you are busy with schoolwork and have no time to come back."

He stood up from his desk, walked over to his daughter and gently hugged her, patting her head. "Okay, my sweetheart, you must be nice to your classmates."

Catherine still stiffened her neck, but she didn't struggle. She gave a vague response from her father's warm embrace, "Of course... My classmates all say that I'm warm and friendly."

William smiled, "Yes, you have always been like this." It was just that the little girl was particularly open with her old father, as if she remembered something. "Have you met the principal of Goletia?"

Catherine shook her head. "I went to visit the principal on the first day I arrived, but he didn't see me. The teacher in charge of reception said that the principal is not in good health now. I don't know if it is an excuse."

William gathered his daughter's hair and said thoughtfully, "Maybe it's true. According to Cynthia, the lady is almost at the age limit now... Never mind, let's not meet. I have talked to the acting principal several times, and they won't interfere in your affairs."

Hearing Cynthia's name, Catherine's eyes finally softened a lot. She buried her head in her father's arms for a long time and said softly, "I miss my mother."

William sighed silently. "I miss her too, but she insisted on staying in the East..."

Speaking of his wife, the atmosphere between father and daughter finally became less confrontational, and there was a rare moment of warmth and peace. Unfortunately, the Duke was busy with official duties, and he only felt the warmth for a moment before he pulled the girl away from his arms.

"I have to go, kid." Then she picked up the bouquet on the table and prepared to leave.

Catherine widened her eyes in surprise, "You're not even going to give me flowers?!" The princess was in a bad mood again.

William laughed, revealing a bit of his youthful and carefree temperament. He waved the flowers in his hand and said, "Next time, my little pudding."

The Duke walked straight out of the dormitory building. He seemed to be very familiar with the campus of Gloria and could always find small paths with few people. However, he did not go directly to the gate. Instead, he went west and found the cemetery where Catherine had classes in the morning.

The silver-haired Duke placed the bouquet of flowers in the cemetery, stood quietly for a while, and then left as low-key as when he came.

"Pop." A slight sound of air explosion was heard, and Teacher Colin appeared in the cemetery again. He looked at the pure white bouquet leaning quietly on a small tombstone, pulled the corner of his mouth sarcastically, and snapped his fingers. The flowers were like being pulled into a violent tornado, and were rolled into powder in an instant, scattered among the overgrown weeds, turned into nutrients for the soil, and disappeared.

"I don't think you want to see the gifts brought by hypocritical people." Teacher Colin's voice was a little hoarse, and he seemed very tired. After saying that, he did not linger any longer, turned around and left, returning tranquility to this small cemetery.