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"Mr. Simon."

Although she had expected to run into Simon here, Lilith still felt incredibly guilty. As she watched the man walk towards the pool, her voice trailed off: "I'm so sorry, we'll do our best to make amends."

“We?” Simon stopped in front of her, repeating the word thoughtfully.

He didn't seem affected by the destruction of the Mirror Lake Grand Library, and just looked at Lilith curiously: "Did you make him do this?"

“Huh? Of course not!” Lilith immediately denied.

"If that's the case, why include yourself in the apology?" Simon's voice remained calm. "I suspect you haven't known each other for very long."

Zephyrion let out a cold laugh. "What's it to you?"

Lilith glared at him fiercely, and Zephyrion reluctantly shut up.

She herself was somewhat bewildered. Yes, when exactly did it begin that she so naturally regarded the trouble Zephyrion caused as her own? Was it influenced by the past that Aryan had told her? Or... some habits left in her soul from her previous life?

She looked at Zephyrion, who was also carefully observing her expression.

As the two exchanged glances, Simon had already crouched down to check on his mother.

Fortunately, Gladys had completely calmed down, and when Simon approached, she gave him a gentle smile.

"...She was very happy."

Simon smiled back at his mother and gently placed his hand on the back of her hand. The water on the ground rose into the air like raindrops flowing backward, gathered above their heads, and then slowly flowed back into the pool behind Goredia.

“I guess it’s because I saw you,” Simon added.

Lilith and Zephyr both showed surprised expressions.

“…Didn’t you say she didn’t remember?” Zephyrion shifted his body awkwardly.

“I think some people are remembered deeper in their souls.” As the last drop of water returned to the pool, Simon slowly stood up. “Even if the memory is blurred, the old feelings can still touch her.”

Upon hearing this, Lilith looked at Gladys, whose head was bowed as she fiddled with the water, a serene and beautiful sight. However, Lilith felt a pang of sorrow in her heart because of Simon's words.

Lilith took a deep breath: "I will try my best to restore this place to its original state during this holiday. As for the compensation, I... I believe Mr. Zephyrion will be willing to find a way!"

Zephyrion remained silent this time. Lilith knew he wouldn't admit defeat verbally; not arguing meant he agreed.

"Hmm? Didn't Lord Zephyrion already make compensation?"

Simon gazed at Gladys, the scepter in his arms still radiating a deep blue light. He could feel the immense life force continuously emanating from it, gradually restoring his mother's waning vitality, even making her dull scales regain their luster.

“Thank you very much for your help, Lord Zephyrion.” Simon’s tone was more sincere. “You are just as my mother described. I was rude before.”

“…Hmm?” Zephyrion’s gaze swept between the mother and son before he finally realized what was happening: “Who said I was doing this for…”

"He's so happy to be able to help the principal!" Lilith grabbed Zephyrion's mouth from behind and forcefully pulled him backward.

But Zephyrion struggled fiercely this time: "No! No! That thing is for—"

"Are you missing a piece of your memory, Lilith?"

Lilith was startled—Mr. Simon had indeed heard it! She stammered incoherently, "T-Teacher, I..."

"I'm the one looking for Gretia, why are you always asking her?" Zephyrion snapped, breaking free from Lilith's grasp.

"Was she cursed outside, or..." Simon cupped Lilith's face and carefully examined her eyes. Her blue eyes were still clear, but they were bloodshot from exhaustion.

“You seem perfectly fine. And—” he quickly released his grip, “the Song of Longing is ultimately just a legend of the ocean.”

"...Impossible!" Zephyrion panicked and started spouting nonsense again, "Maybe it's because you're a half-blood that you can't inherit the legacy!"

“Perhaps,” Simon said, seemingly unconcerned. “But you saw my mother’s condition. Do you think she can still chant such ancient magic?”

"..." Zephyrion remained silent for a moment, then turned and left.

…………

"That's it? Lord Zephyrion didn't continue making a scene?"

The windows of Lilith's dormitory were wide open. Aryan lit some dried herbs and threw them into the cauldron that Lilith used to make potions. Thin wisps of smoke rose up. He picked up the cauldron and placed it on Lilith's bedside table.

"As expected, only you can educate him." The elf smiled, revealing his tiger teeth, recalling Zephyrion's humiliation in front of the Mother Goddess.

“I know he wanted to help me, but he used the wrong method.” Lilith finished the potion Aryan gave her and handed the empty bottle back to him.

The elf was finally relieved: "You definitely won't have nightmares tonight."

"Honestly, I've almost forgotten what happened last night. You don't need to worry about me being traumatized." Compared to what she experienced today, what was yesterday? Who could be as scary as Zephyrion?

The potion, combined with the incense, made Lilith unable to hold on any longer. She collapsed onto the bed and mumbled incoherently, "Go and rest, Aryan. Who knows what Zephyrion will do tomorrow?"

"Yes." Aryan extinguished all the candles in the room and nimbly jumped onto the windowsill.

The cat dorm supervisor didn't seem to be there tonight. After jumping down from the dorm building, Aryan swaggered past the main entrance and walked alone for about ten minutes before stopping.

"Lord Zephyrion." Without Lilith's protection, Aryan obediently bowed to the black dragon blocking his path.

"Is it fun to mess with me?" The vengeful black dragon had no intention of letting this elf who had tricked him off easily. His right hand had already transformed into a sharp claw, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

“You’ve really wronged me.” Aryan’s eyes darted around, and he innocently raised his hands and stepped back. “It’s just to let you see some things clearly.”

Zephyrion let out a cold laugh.

“I’m serious.” Aryan’s mind raced. “If you want to continue to be with the Mother Goddess, you can’t do as you please as before. Don’t you understand? She no longer has the ability to cover for you and clean up your messes.”

Zephyrion's face tightened, but his shoulders quietly slumped.

“She’s just an ordinary little girl, Lord Zephyrion. What matters to her are just ordinary little things, the endless homework, and her lovely friends. You killed her stepsister’s father, which puts her in a difficult position.”

This has also made him unable to see the light of day, that stupid dragon! —Aryan sighed silently in his heart.

"He deserves to die!"

“Then you should learn from us night elves.” Aryan flipped a dagger and toyed with it in his palm. “Killing should be done in the shadows.”

He looked up, a dangerous smile playing on his lips:

"Perfect timing, I have a target for tonight."