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Chapter 555 Snowy Night at the Manor

Zephyrion is back?

No, that guy was so scolded by her that he no longer dared to climb into bed in the middle of the night. Lilith immediately overturned her own guess. She tried to open her eyes, but still couldn't see the person clearly. It was too dark.

Her hand groped subconsciously, and something cold and familiar was stuffed into her hand, driving away most of her sleepiness.

Is it her sword?

Lilith hugged the sword and sat up in a daze.

At the same time, the candlelight at the head of the bed was lit, illuminating Lilith's sight while also illuminating the entire row of gorgeous earrings on the visitor's ears.

The two looked at each other in the orange candlelight, and no one spoke for a long time.

"I thought the Tooth Fairy would be a pretty sister." Lilith blinked, her voice still hoarse with sleep, "Of course, a pretty brother would be nice too."

The visitor looked even more confused than the person she had woken up in the middle of the night. He actually followed her words and replied in a daze, "Are you still changing your teeth? I can help you hang on to the highest branch..."

His tone was gentler and friendlier than ever before, which made Lilith raise an eyebrow: He didn't have this expression when he broke his fingers before.

"Aryan." The male elf gracefully lifted the tip of Lilith's sword with his pinky finger and placed it on his other hand. "You can call me that."

After saying that, he pressed hard on his finger! Blood splattered!

"what are you doing!"

Lilith was now completely awake, and she exclaimed as she put the lost sword back into the ring, but the other party's finger had already been separated from the palm!

"You still won't forgive me?" The male elf's voice choked, and tears welled up in his beautiful eyes.

He jumped out of bed and knelt again.

"It seems that only death can appease your discontent. Please grant me eternal sleep."

“…What are you doing?”

She found it difficult to cope with this situation. The handsome elf was kneeling in front of her, exposing his most vulnerable neck.

Lilith shuddered. She had only seen such fanatical believers in the Temple of Light. When she was the one being converted, her first feeling was fear.

Fortunately, someone saw the fear in Lilith's eyes, and Aryan suddenly flew backwards like a cat grabbed by the scruff of the neck.

"Stop trying to be pitiful and win her favor. You're scaring her."

Someone called out to help. There was actually another person sitting on a chair beside the small terrace. She stood up and walked into the light.

"Long time no see, Miss Lilith..."

It's Giselle.

It was her again, and the two of them again. Lilith's eyes moved between the two of them, and she spoke inexplicably.

"Yes, a thousand years is a really long time."

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"Mother Goddess..."

Aryan crawled over on his knees, his mouth trembling so much that he couldn't utter a complete sentence. He wanted to touch Lilith, but was afraid that his blood would stain her satin quilt.

"Do you remember?" Giselle's voice was no longer calm, but her reason told her that it was impossible. The rebirth ceremony was a complete reconstruction.

"Tell me the truth."

Lilith didn't hesitate for a moment and asked directly: "You were there the night Viscount Fryer died, right? Tell me what happened."

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"Waresandrotainfukato%￥@..." Giselle uttered a long and difficult-to-understand sentence.

"What?" Lilith looked at Aryan blankly as he straightened up and began to draw strange runes on his face with ready-made blood.

“Words distort the truth, but memory never does.”

Giselle pulled Lilith up from the bed and walked her barefoot to Aryan.

"If you want to know, just look for yourself." The tall female elf put her arm around Lilith's shoulders from behind and placed her fingertips on the newly painted totem on Aryan's forehead.

"A spell to extract...memory?" Lilith realized belatedly that Giselle was teaching her magic.

"It's just sharing. Don't worry, it'll be fine." Giselle lowered her head and looked at the top of the girl's head. She looked fluffy, still a little girl...

Giselle repeated the difficult spell again, and Lilith saw silver ripples suddenly appear in Aryan's pupils, and then the pupils suddenly rolled up and turned completely white.

She shuddered with fear, but Giselle behind her still held her back, not allowing her to retreat.

"wait wait wait!"

A wisp of green smoke overflowed from the runes on Aryan's face and rose slowly like a living thing. The strange scene made her feel like she was having a nightmare. She wanted to resist, but the hand on her shoulder pushed her lightly, and her head rushed into the mist.

"Well!"

Lilith rolled her eyes and looked just like Aryan.

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"-What first child? What do you mean?!" The girl's angry shout came from the darkness. Lilith suddenly opened her eyes and saw the unmelted ice and snow outside the windowsill.

Was that Leila's voice?! Lilith was still trying to distinguish it, her eyes shifting uncontrollably to the scene inside the window.

The little red-haired girl was tied to the ground with an iron chain as thick as her arm, but she was only concerned with arguing with her father in front of her.

"She looks so much like you. She inherited all your physical features. What gives you the right to say that?!" The girl was so angry that her eyes turned red. She pulled the chains so hard that they made a rattling sound. The skin and flesh on the shackles were all broken.

Leila… Lilith wanted to step forward to stop him, but her gaze shifted again uncontrollably. This finally made her realize that this was Aryan's memory. They had indeed been in Tanding County that night!

Aryan didn't care about the quarrel between Leila and his father. He seemed to have noticed something unusual and his eyes kept scanning the darkness in the manor courtyard.

"It's dark, you should go to bed!" James Friel shouted angrily, and then there was a loud bang on the door.

Leila's sobbing could be heard from inside the house.

Lilith wanted to turn back, but Aryan had already walked forward along the decorative line of the exterior wall, which was only as wide as a palm.

Two shadows were reflected in front of the huge window. Viscount Friel became more and more hunched as he walked. He looked dazed and seemed to have not noticed that someone was walking side by side with him across the wall.

A silver light flashed at the corner of her eyes, and Lilith realized that Aryan had drawn his dagger. He silently opened the window and was about to get close to James Friel, but suddenly saw the black fog rising in the corridor.

"Oh!"

The sudden change of the scene startled Lilith again. Aryan failed to jump into the window. A dark shadow fell from the sky and pressed him into the mud in the courtyard with one hand.

Aryan must have been startled as well. As a night elf, he was stunned for a second before fighting back. He flipped the dagger and was about to cut off the hand.

"Crack!" Aryan didn't say a word, but the sound of his broken hand bones was so clear in the quiet snowy night.

"No matter who you are, you can't ruin my business." Along with a cold voice, a tattered face was exposed to Aryan's sight.

"...Lord Zephyrion?"