A delicate female falls into the interstellar beast world

At this moment, footsteps were suddenly heard outside the door. Hearing the footsteps, Elvia immediately restrained all his emotions.

"Come in." The man said indifferently.

After hiding the ring and necklace inside his clothes, the man's aura had already returned to normal.

The man was sitting tall and straight at the desk, his long legs casually crossed together.

He raised his right hand and tapped the table lightly a few times.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the room was opened and a young orc guard walked in.

Everyone understood that the sudden civil unrest in the army before the lady disappeared was most likely caused by people from Pro Star who had infiltrated. Although no one knew what they were going to do, no casualties were caused.

Di Charlie's men have been in Elvia's hands all the time, and they showed no signs of being tortured. The master also sent many confidants and even went to Pro Star himself to check, but the lady was not on Pro Star at all.

The young orc bowed his head respectfully, took a deep breath, and wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead. Ever since his wife disappeared, the gloom on Lord Elvia's face had grown heavier.

I have been looking for information about my wife these past few days, especially since Master Elvia just returned from Pro Star, but there is no news. Master has a violent aura that treats everyone as dead.

Although Lord Elvia did not vent his anger on his subordinates or physically punish them, the servants still felt suffocated every time they saw such a master.

Fortunately, he was brave enough to meet with adults every time, otherwise other orcs would probably not be able to withstand such pressure.

The young male orc bowed respectfully to Elvia and said, "Sir, I have found some clues about the mission you ordered my subordinates to go on."

Alvia nodded, her heart trembling noticeably. She bent her right index finger slightly and tapped the table a few times, signaling her subordinates to continue.

"Sir, according to the information I received, Prince Cyril visited the manor before my lady disappeared..."

Hearing this, Alvia narrowed his eyes. Cyril was his only nephew whom he had loved since childhood. He knew Cyril's character. He didn't know Ruyan, and there was no sign that he was related to Ruyan's disappearance.

The young male orc wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He knew who he was reporting to, the highest-ranking man in Saint-Atienne. If he was not careful, he could lose his head.

However, he had to make it clear that Prince Cyril was powerful and had a strong background. He was also Elvia's most beloved descendant. However, all signs indicated that the lady's disappearance was related to Prince Cyril.

Lord Elvia pursed his lips, his face heavy, his eyes still shrouded in that lingering gloom. His fingers, which had been tapping the tabletop, suddenly froze.

The young male orc continued, "The day before my lady disappeared, a servant saw Prince Cyril come to the manor. About an hour later, Prince Cyril left.

The next day, Prince Cyril left Saint-Atienne and returned to the Federation to continue his studies."

Hearing this, Alvia frowned. According to his subordinates' reports, Cyril was indeed a suspect. However, he had watched Cyril grow up and had known him for so many years. He knew Cyril's temperament and character, and he definitely didn't look like the person who would do such a thing.

But his wife Ruyan had been missing for so many days without a trace. He saw the message she left for him. What did it mean to give up on her? As if she had never appeared?

Hehe, what a cruel woman she is. She stole his heart and even had his animal pattern on her body, and now she just walks away.

"You leave first!" After a long time, Elvia waved his hand and let his men leave first.

"Yes, my lord."

After his men left, Elvia turned on the optical computer and directly called Cyril.

Cyril on the other end of the video doesn't seem to be relaxed, as if he is undergoing special training.

When Cyril saw who was calling him on the computer, he was startled, but then he calmed down and reacted. Cyril gasped and respectfully addressed the man on the other side of the video.

"Uncle...Uncle."

The man on the other end of the video did not look good, and his complexion was not very good. Even through the screen, Cyril could recall the fear he had experienced when he was a child practicing with Elvia under the invisible pressure.

When it comes to training, Cyril is miserable. I don't know what happened in the academy, but they suddenly started special training for students above S level.

Although it is said to enhance students' abilities, it seems that he and Rachel are the only ones who have been tortured, as if they have been given special care by the academy.

And ever since he found out that Rachel's red-haired girl had bad intentions towards Zijin, he and Rachel haven't gotten along well.

Now looking at his uncle's cold and smelly face, Cyril felt uncomfortable all over.

"You returned to the academy without telling me?"

"Huh...? Uncle, I didn't tell you because you were too busy."

The man frowned, "I can't come and say it myself. Why can't I just send a message after such a long time?"

"...Uncle, I..." Cyril pulled the corners of his lips awkwardly, "I forgot!"

Alvia stared at Cyril for a long time without saying anything, as if she was noticing his every facial expression.

"Did you know that your aunt left?"

Cyril felt extremely guilty at this moment: "Huh? Aunt left? Where did she go?"

"disappeared."

"Ah? What's going on, uncle? How would I know anything about my aunt? I've only met her once."

"Really don't know?" The man stared at the silver-gray-haired boy in front of him, who was sweating profusely from exhaustion due to training.

"Yes, uncle! How could I possibly know about my aunt's affairs? Besides, I'm in the Federation now, still in the academy! Isn't my aunt from Planet Puro..."

"Hehe." Alvia smiled, but her smile made Cyril shudder. He felt cold all over and got goose bumps.

"You should train hard in the academy and don't just think about wasting your time. You're already this old, but have you improved your S-level mental strength or abilities at all?

You haven't practiced swordsmanship diligently, and you just play all day long, thinking about all sorts of messes. You haven't even married, so how can I hand over Saint-Atienne to you in the future?"

What can I say? Thinking about how he had previously fabricated things to tell Zijin that his uncle had belittled him, now he was completely merciless.

Cyril felt his brows twitching, the fear of blood suppression made him quickly promise: "Uncle, I will definitely not let you down. I will train hard and break through the double S level as soon as possible."

Elvia felt so disappointed when she saw Cyril's appearance. Cyril had already reached double S-level at his age, but the child had loved playing since he was young, so even if he was strict with them, he couldn't be pushed too much.

"Since you don't want to get married, then concentrate on training. You are now an S-class warrior, only one step away from SS-class. I hope that when I see you again, you can reach SS-class."

"Yes."

Cyril straightened his back immediately.

"As for your aunt's matter, I will send someone to investigate. You don't have to worry about it."

Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Elvia didn't suspect him.

"Yes."

"Also, you're currently studying at the Federation. I hope you can adapt quickly and avoid getting entangled with the people in the Federation. Otherwise, it will not only affect me and the Federation, but also the reputation and fame of Saint-Atienne."

"Yes, uncle, I will pay attention to it."

Alvia nodded in satisfaction. "Okay, okay, I have something else to do. Hang up now!"

Cyril quickly moved his laptop away, fearing that he would shiver when he heard Elvia's voice.

Looking at the black screen on the computer, Cyril wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

His uncle is really scary. Just now he almost thought that his uncle was going to find out.