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

"think."

The chirping of insects in the summer night receded in an instant, like the receding tide, and Catherine's smile froze on her lips.

“I think.” — Thinking she had answered too quickly and Catherine hadn’t heard her clearly, Lilith turned to her and repeated herself carefully.

"..."

Catherine was uncharacteristically speechless. Although she had asked the question with a hint of mischievousness, intending to scare Lilith, she hadn't expected Lilith's answer to be like this.

Lilith will probably try to avoid student council work by joking around as usual, or nervously make excuses by saying that she just wants to enjoy some adventurous days with her friends.

But she answered without hesitation, saying that she wanted to.

Catherine stared blankly at the girl in front of the desk, unsure of what to say. Lilith, however, tilted her head and flashed a smug smile: "Ha! I can surprise Her Highness too!"

Catherine finally came to her senses, blinked, and smiled: "Well... not that surprising."

Lilith can certainly think that way, so why not?

Or perhaps, this was the only choice Lilith would make, the one she should have thought of.

“I don’t know what becoming a god means, but I guess that being a god is a kind of authority for me.” The candlelight on the desk reflected in Lilith’s eyes.

"—I want it."

She wanted to see the woman who had appeared in her dreams again... No, now she was certain that the "woman" was the so-called system that had brought her into this world.

Catherine looked at the blonde girl still swaying in the chair, hesitated for a moment, and then asked softly, "Aren't you... worried that this is a scam?"

Lilith stopped shaking.

Catherine continued, "Your last descent was to resolve the crisis brought by the Void Beasts, but the Holy War ended, yet your soul remained here and was resurrected a thousand years later. The Void Beasts also returned around the same time. Aren't you worried that your resurrection is nothing more than being driven to complete a mission once again?"

Lilith nimbly turned in the precariously tilted chair, chuckling at her friend: "Isn't that a good thing for you, my dear prince? Perhaps my sword is destined to be wielded for you. Ah, I really owe the Bishop family. You really can't just give people names like that. Once you do, you have to take responsibility. Even the surname is no good."

A drop of water from her hair dripped onto Catherine's neck, but she had no time to wipe it away: "Why, Lilith? I know you're not a coward, but you wouldn't have wanted this before—"

“I’m not afraid. I can’t just keep thinking about my own comfort.” Lilith sighed softly, her smile slowly turning serious. “Those…those who placed their hopes on me, I can’t let them die in vain or be forgotten.”

Her birth mother, Violet Shelley, the white dragon named Fustwin, the night elves who still run for her, those who sacrificed their souls, and perhaps even more that she doesn't know...

She has enjoyed too many sacrifices that are not hers to make. The physique that she was once proud of now reminds her every moment that she is in debt, a debt that cannot be repaid by an ordinary magic academy student.

She always has to do something.

Catherine couldn't help but recall their many discussions about gods and religion, and Lilith's words in the shadows cast by the temple in Highgarden: "The God of Light is dead." She wondered if everything was preordained, and if this was the path Lilith was destined to take.

The summer night air still held the warmth of the blazing sun, yet Catherine felt herself trembling slightly. Even her familiar sensed the tremor in its master's heart, opening its eyes at the top of the wardrobe and calling softly to her.

"Then what are you going to do?" Catherine tried to calm herself, but she could still hear her heart pounding in her chest. "I mean, how can I become a god?"

"..." Lilith finally stopped torturing the chair. She silently put her feet down and sat properly.

A moment of silence fell over the room.

"...So you didn't know?" Now Catherine understood everything. She laughed in exasperation and stood up abruptly: "You didn't know, yet you came all this way to tell me?"

This guy wasted her precious free time! He even scared her so much that she started worrying about all sorts of things!

"If I had known, I would have immediately led everyone into the Great Era of Cultivation! Hey, hey, don't be angry, don't be angry!" Lilith immediately stood up and moved back to create distance between herself and Catherine.

"Don't yell at me. Do you know how imposing you are when you're angry? Your Highness is scared."

Catherine paused, still not giving me a friendly look: "I thought you had at least gained some insight before coming here to show off."

"A revelation?" Lilith immediately pondered, "Does a dream count? Actually, I had a dream a couple of days ago—"

Catherine gripped the cloth in her hand tightly; she wanted to tell Lilith that it was time to leave, it was getting late.

But Lilith had already set her sights on her. The princess had been so busy these past few days that she had even made Leila her errand girl. As a result, although Lilith was very curious about what others were dreaming about, she had never been able to catch her to ask. Wasn't tonight the best opportunity?

"Catherine, did you dream about that night at the ball?" Lilith observed Catherine's expression. The young princess was still tense, perhaps angered by Catherine's irresponsible remarks. Her gaze was ambiguous when she heard the question.

Lilith, who knew her friend well, couldn't help but get excited: "You really did have a dream, didn't you? What did you dream about?"

The Bishop family was taught from a young age that aristocratic etiquette dictates looking directly into the other person's eyes when speaking, as this is considered to appear more sincere and friendly. However, at this moment, the well-mannered princess turned around and began to make her own bed.

"It's not convenient to talk about," she said, her back to Lilith, completely evasive.

But facing her was Lilith, who was even less bound by aristocratic etiquette and refused to listen to anyone. Instead of directly refusing, Catherine leaned in again: "Tell me!"

Lilith's body temperature is higher than normal, which is even more obvious in the summer. Catherine felt a burst of heat hit her right arm. She took a step to the left and it caught up with her again. She had just taken a shower and was already sweating again.

The princess was forced to retreat, and a cool breeze swept through the room, carrying away the stuffiness, as she felt both annoyed and helpless: "Do you really have to know?"

Lilith: "Every detail! I know it all—"

“I dreamt of a man.” Catherine dropped the thin blanket in her hand and looked at Lilith, who was staring in disbelief.

"..."

The girl seemed not to have reacted yet, her lips still pursed as if she were speaking, looking comically as if she had been frozen in place by a spell.

“I dreamt of a man.” Catherine raised an eyebrow with a half-smile. “Do you want to know all the details?”

Lilith's mouth gaped wider and wider, and she clutched her chest, almost screaming: "There are more details!?"

She tried to find details on Catherine's face to indicate that Catherine was lying, but to her horror, she discovered that, based on her understanding of her friend, Catherine... she didn't seem to be lying!

"I don't remember the details very clearly, but if you insist I recall them—"

"No, no, no, that's not necessary!!!"

Lilith covered her ears and retreated a few steps to the doorway. She looked at the silver-haired girl standing in the candlelight. Her elven blood made the princess tall and slender. Even without daily training, she was only slightly shorter than Lilith. She was impossible to ignore wherever she stood... Lilith finally realized that Catherine was already an adult.

As you grow up, having dreams like this is... well, it's normal, right? No wonder so many people are vague when asked about their dreams that night, while Your Highness is so open... But isn't she being a little too open?

"This is the first time I've ever dreamed of something like this—"

"I suddenly feel this question is a bit presumptuous; how could I pry into a lady's privacy! Haha, haha—"

Now that she knew that other people's dreams were completely different from her own and had no connection to her, Lilith awkwardly shuffled towards the door. "Oh dear, it seems quite late. Everyone has arranged to go out of town to buy things first thing tomorrow morning, so I... I'll go and rest now!"

"Is that so?" Catherine looked regretful for not being able to share the secret. "Alright then..."

After Lilith hurriedly fled back to her room, the mockery on Catherine's face disappeared. She returned to her desk, stood quietly for a moment, and then reached out to extinguish the candle on the table.

This time, I slept without any dreams.