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"I traded it for from a friend. Do you like it?" Aryan's tone was elegant and light, clearly indicating that he was in a good mood after a good meal and sleep.

Before Lilith could even nod, a sarcastic sneer came from behind her: "Hmph, you have the nerve to present something of this quality like a treasure? How shabby!"

It was Zephyrion. There were no other chairs in the room, so he sat with his long legs bent on the doormat at the entrance of the washroom. This was, of course, the "good spot" that Lilith had designated for him. This guy still couldn't stand the scheming elves, and he started hurling insults at them as soon as they met.

Aryan sighed with worry upon hearing this: "There's nothing I can do. I'm not as wealthy as Lord Zephyrion, but if I can find anything good, even if it's not presentable, I'll think that you might like it."

Zephyrion: …………?

As they spoke, the elf leaped onto the windowsill and landed silently. The once spacious single dormitory room now felt cramped with a person, a dragon, and an elf. Zephyrion and Aryan's gazes met briefly, neither willing to leave.

"It's not shabby at all, it's very beautiful, I really like it."

Lilith carefully picked up one of the earrings from the box with two fingers and held it up to the candlestick to admire it. The pinkish-purple pearl was set in a gold leaf-shaped setting. Although it was not perfectly round, it was still full and lovely.

“Your new friend is quite generous.” Lilith was well aware of the current value of pearls, so she looked at Aryan with some suspicion: “You haven’t gone back to your old ways in Goredia, have you?”

In Shadowlock, the night elves have quite a few tricks up their sleeves when it comes to doing business.

Aryan was about to write "My lord, I'm innocent!" on his face, but he innocently spread his hands: "My friend owes me a small favor, this is a thank you gift, nothing at all."

As someone who had once shown her his brain, Lilith naturally trusted Aryan. Since he said so, Lilith nodded without asking any further questions and simply handed the earring back to him.

Zephyr laughed: "Haha, I knew she wouldn't like it, you idiot elf!"

“I don’t have pierced ears.” Seeing the elf’s sad expression, Lilith smiled and tugged at her earlobe to show him: “I’m afraid those bastards will tear them off when we fight in the training ground.”

"...It was my oversight."

Aryan was somewhat annoyed, but still refused to accept it. He sat down on the floor and leaned closer to the black dragon, his beautiful eyes glistening with tears as he looked up: "Please accept it. It's my token of appreciation. Once those guys arrive, there won't be room for me next to you."

Those guys were referring to his fellow night elves, who weren't as easily fooled as Lord Zephyrion; they were all vying for power and resources.

"Consider it a souvenir." Aryan inherited the handsome appearance of the elves. He used this face to act pitiful towards Lilith. As someone who appreciates good looks, how could Lilith refuse? After hesitating for a moment, Lilith accepted the jewelry and thanked him.

Aryan, having achieved his goal, was now in the mood to continue mocking the black dragon: "Speaking of which, Lord Zephyrion found the Mother Goddess much earlier than us. After all this time, you haven't even given her a reunion gift, have you? I've heard that the wealth you've amassed in Firewing Graveyard is enough for humanity to build a nation in the desert, and countless people are envious of it."

Zephyrion: …………?

"You!" Realizing he'd been tricked by this cunning little devil again, he stammered angrily, "I...I was..."

But then he seemed to realize something, and his face suddenly darkened. Surprisingly, he didn't argue with Aryan. Lilith glanced at him and saw that his jaw was clenched and his lips were white. She seemed to understand something.

"Is it to save up for Fustwin?" Lilith asked softly.

When they first met, Zephyrion was a completely naive and immature young man, full of longing for a life with a partner. He was determined to accept Lilith for Fustwin, and he also did not hesitate to kill her for Fustwin.

The silly little black dragon probably thought he needed to collect enough wealth to win the favor of the white dragon, and he worked on this for countless years.

Kofusted is dead... Lilith lowered her eyelids.

If it were anyone else, Zephyrion would probably have wiped out the entire family tree of those who harmed the White Dragon, but Fustwin, of all people, did it for…

His hatred had nowhere to take root.

So now, he, who used to talk about Fusted Wing all the time, is unwilling to mention or think about it.

Aryan realized he had said the wrong thing, and the dormitory suddenly fell silent. Before he could think of a way to liven things up, Zephyrion had already jumped up and leaped out of the window, leaving him squatting on the corner of the table, staring at his mother.

Aryan felt uneasy for actually bullying Lilith's dragon in front of her. Fortunately, Lilith didn't blame him. After a while, she patted his shoulder as a way of comforting him and cleared her throat: "Have you had any strange dreams these past few days?"

Aryan shook his head: "You want to ask about the Dream Plague? I heard people talking about it in the gold shop."

“Yes…” Lilith put down her quill. She didn’t know if the collective nightmare was related to her own dream, but she couldn’t find any clues about the cause and effect.

Besides, not everyone is willing to talk about what they dreamed about. Apart from Hannah and Lulu, most people are vague, and Lucas, who was the first to put things out in the open, was in a bad mood and couldn't explain anything clearly.

"What about that dark-haired boy?" Aryan winked and teased. "He wouldn't hide from you what he dreamed about, would he?"

Lilith was somewhat puzzled, but still shook her head: "Ian said he didn't sleep well that night, so naturally he didn't dream..."

“Oh—” Aryan drawled out. As for why he hadn’t slept well, it was too easy to guess. But seeing the clear look in Lilith’s eyes, he naturally wouldn’t continue joking like he had when he teased the black dragon.

He finally promised Lilith that he would go into the city to find out more about the Dream Plague, and like Zephyrion, he left through the window.

The dormitory was finally all to Lilith again. She sat at the table writing and drawing for a long time until she heard footsteps in the corridor late at night, and the door opposite her opened and closed. Only then did Lilith stand up.

…………

Catherine has become increasingly busy these past two days. Compared to being restricted and overwhelmed with social engagements in the High Court, she prefers to stay in Greta and direct operations remotely.

Summer has arrived, and even the slightest movement leaves one drenched in sweat. Although she has magic to clean herself quickly, the princess still prefers to take a proper bath before bed, a rare opportunity for her to clear her mind.

But today, when she came out of the bathroom while drying her hair, she found that someone had already taken the most comfortable spot on her desk.

Lilith propped her legs up on the table, leaving only one hind leg on the ground in her chair, which was swaying dangerously back and forth.

"You didn't knock."

"You didn't lock the door."

"...The friends you've been making lately have taken you further and further away from human social etiquette."

Catherine sighed helplessly, then walked to the bedside and sat down as usual, continuing to slowly wipe the water droplets from the ends of her hair with a long towel. "So, what trouble have you run into this time?"

“Let me think. If you once possessed some kind of… privilege,” Lilith decided to use the word after careful consideration, “allowing you to open a secret garden that was exclusively yours, but then you found that you couldn’t open it anymore, what went wrong?”

Catherine glanced at Lilith. "Do you want me to answer such a simple either/or question, or do you want to have a philosophical debate with me?"

"How cold, Your Highness Catherine," Lilith complained listlessly.

"To put it bluntly, you have changed more than the 'garden,' and isn't the biggest difference between you and what you were once a god, and now you are human?"

“You don’t need to get so hung up on such a simple question that you have to ask me.” Catherine gathered her half-dry hair behind her head, her sharp gray eyes now unobstructed. She looked at her friend’s profile, and her lips slowly curved into a smile.

"Lilith, do you want to become a god?"