Positive little sun, magical girl, I am awesome

"Lilith, you haven't styled your hair yet!"

Hannah approached and noticed Lilith's disheveled hair, so she quickly reminded her from a corner of the noisy hall.

"Never mind all that, Hannah. Changing my clothes has already used up all my strength." Lilith waved her hand weakly, without even opening her eyes.

Hannah disagreed: "That won't do, it's the prom."

As she spoke, she waved the Book of the Dead, and several semi-transparent arms stretched out from above Lilith's head, quickly twisting her shoulder-length blonde hair into a small bun. Then, she took the hair clip that Lulu had turned out and secured it. The hands seemed quite satisfied with their work, touching it again and again before dispersing.

"Ugh, tell your ghost friend it's a bit tight." Lilith felt her eyelids being pulled up, and the sleepiness she had just been building up above Leila's head was interrupted again.

“Sorry, but you look much more energetic this way, and it’s better for dancing, right, Ian?” Hannah smiled and nudged the silent boy next to her.

Ian had been watching quietly from the sidelines, but now Hannah had forcefully pulled him into the conversation. The shy boy opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, the white keys on the piano were pressed, and the noisy hall suddenly fell silent.

In an instant, all the crystal chandeliers overhead lit up, illuminating the castle floor so brightly that no one could see anything. A galaxy of magic began to flow overhead, as if pulling the castle into the vast starry sky, causing the magic apprentices to gasp in amazement.

Everyone looked ahead in the direction of the winding Milky Way. Princess Catherine had already entered, dressed in her finest attire. As the student council president and the organizer of the graduation ball, she addressed the crowd and brought news of the great victory in the Southern Territory to Greta.

—The invaders have surrendered to the Empire, and the war on the southern front is coming to an end!

There could be better news. Everyone longs for peace. The war in the southern border has been on everyone's mind for days and has become the most discussed topic on campus. Now, upon hearing that the enemy has surrendered, everyone present hugged and cheered, and the sound waves almost lifted the ceiling of the castle.

Leila then heard her sister's long, even breathing coming from above her head.

"She...she can actually fall asleep like this?" Lulu had just separated from Hannah after their hug when she turned around and was immediately surprised.

"Tsk tsk, even Lilith has moments of exhaustion? It seems that mobilizing mental energy is really more tiring for mages than for us guardians during training." Gardner assumed that she was exhausted because decorating the castle had depleted her mental energy, and teased her with a smile, even wanting to poke her.

"Stop fooling around, let her rest for a while, let's go dancing!" Jaina laughed and grabbed her partner's arm, dragging him onto the dance floor.

The speeches by the teacher and student representatives were very brief. After all, tonight's main stage belonged to the graduates. As the melodious music began, they started the first dance together. Only after the music stopped did the impatient lower-grade students slide onto the dance floor to the second song.

Lilith was suddenly surrounded by empty space, which made her even more relaxed. She completely shifted her weight onto her sister, who was tall and sturdy and quite heavy. Only Leila, who was used to carrying a giant sword, could let her lean on her like that.

"You're dead if you dare drool over me," Leila complained softly, but tightened her grip on her sister's arm.

She looked to the side and saw a cute girl who had cornered Ian against the wall amidst the cheers of her friends. However, the boy still apologized and refused in a low voice. Instead of getting worked up, she turned around and invited another senior she found pleasing to the eye. Then the two of them glided onto the dance floor together.

Cheers erupted in the center of the dance floor. She saw that even Princess Catherine had been invited to join the dance. As her skirt fluttered, the music grew even more lively, and the dazzling crystal chandeliers illuminated every happy face with crystal clarity.

Looking down at her black dress, Leila pursed her lips and whispered, "You didn't deliberately get yourself all dressed up like this just to keep me company, did you? It's okay, you can go dancing..."

Lilith has already changed her surname, so she is not legally required to observe a funeral for Viscount Freyr, and even less so emotionally.

In such an atmosphere, how could Lilith really sleep soundly? Hearing Leila's words, she could only struggle to open her eyes and explain, "No, Leila, I'm just really sleepy."

She hasn't slept for a day and a night, okay? What kind of terrible idea was that Aryan guy coming up with! He doesn't know anything about psychology!

"Ah sneeze——!"

Aryan sneezed outside the stained glass window and reluctantly gave up his spot to Zephyr, who squeezed in. Zephyr pressed his head against the glass and peered intently inside, his face illuminated by the ballroom lights, making him look exceptionally radiant.

"She can't really be with humans, right? Why is that black-haired kid always standing so close to her? It's so annoying! How come I didn't notice before!" Zephyrion gritted his teeth, his nails scraping against the window frame.

Aryan, having achieved his goal, beamed with joy behind him. The black dragon finally had a moment of fear; the resentment he felt for killing Viscount Freyr, which had caused the trail to go cold, had somewhat dissipated. Yet, the elf still offered words of comfort:

"The Mother Goddess said that all beings are equal. Perhaps the ultimate interpretation of this statement is that humans can also become the successors of the dragon race—"

His face was slammed against the wall by Zephyrion, effectively silencing him. The black dragon was clearly annoyed and was about to curse when he suddenly sniffed and turned to look behind him.

The majestic castle was now edged with magical light, shimmering in the night and illuminating the green space in front of it as if it were daytime. Aryan followed Zephyrion's gaze and saw a blue-haired boy named Lucas slowly crossing Mirror Lake, carrying a bucket.

"Hmph, so that's how it is..." Zephyr muttered, then was about to jump off the windowsill.

"Wait! My lord, you're not really going to kill him, are you?!" Aryan saw that he was clearly heading towards Lucas and quickly stopped the black dragon. "You know that the Mother Goddess cares most about her friends. Why anger her?"

Lord Zephyrion may be courting death, but don't drag yourself into it! What if Giselle finds out later that the Black Dragon was instigated by him to cause trouble? Wouldn't she tear him apart and use him as fertilizer?

“Once she regains her memory, what are these little brats?” Zephyrion said disdainfully, shoving Aryan aside.

Aryan interrupted again: "If there are no blue-haired or black-haired people, there will be white-haired, red-haired, and yellow-haired people! The human population is incalculable. She can have countless choices in her life. She's not like you dragons... Do you want to kill all of humanity?"

"Get out of my way! I have important business to attend to!" Zephyrion shook off the nagging elf, then suddenly sneered at him triumphantly: "Just you wait, you foolish elf, you'll have to rely on me!"

Aryan: ?

A melodious dance tune drifted from the castle's open windows. Lucas hummed along, tapping his feet to the beat, completely unaware that a dark shadow had silently leaped down from above and was following him without a sound...

……

“Go dance,” Leila nudged Lilith. “Your partner has been waiting for you.”

Lilith was on the verge of tears: "Leila, I really have no strength..."

But Leila gave her another push, shoving the unsteady Lilith right in front of Ian, and the boy's face instantly turned bright red.

“Lilith…I…” The boy’s fingers, which were behind his back, trembled slightly. He clenched them before extending them forward.

"Great, Lilith! I've been looking for you for ages, I have to talk to you!"

An inopportune hand landed on Lilith's shoulder, interrupting Ian's invitation to dance.

Lilith turned her head and saw: it was Ms. Rebecca with a serious expression, and Wolf behind her with his eyes darting around.

“You—” Lilith weakly accused Wolf, who was cowering behind Rebecca.

"You actually tattled on me..."