Chapter 88: Chapter 88

Morlan frowned at Velithra, took a deep breath and said, "Professor Moonsong, do you intend to protect this person?"

"Yes." Velithra didn’t explain much; she spoke softly as if it were obvious: "Right now, he is the one I will protect."

Morlan clenched his teeth, looking at the woman he loved most shielding the man who had harmed his disciple, his heart in turmoil.

"Professor Moonsong, if you do this, it will damage your honor." He began to persuade Velithra: "He harmed my disciple. I punished him. That is what I should do."

"Ah! What evidence proves he harmed your disciple?"

"That..." Hearing Velithra’s question, Morlan frowned and said, "Only that Lucien was unconscious while he was not."

"Hahaha..." Velithra covered her mouth and laughed, her charming smile captivating everyone, even Morlan. She glanced at him and said, "How ridiculous. If Lathel could harm Lucien, then why would he carry Lucien outside?"

"Besides, Lucien wasn’t injured, only unconscious, while Lathel was badly hurt. Even a blind man could see who suffered more."

"I suspect... Lucien tried to attack Lathel but failed, yet Lathel was very forgiving. Even after Lucien passed out, he still wanted to save him. Am I wrong?"

"Huh!" Morlan snorted disdainfully. "My disciple is not the kind of person who would harm or attack others without cause."

"Surely that bastard Lathel did something vile in the Library, Lucien caught him, and then Lucien punished him."

"Because he feared that if Lucien died in the Library, he would never escape investigation, so he carried Lucien outside."

"Ah! Your imagination is vivid." Velithra laughed. "Lathel, tell us what happened then."

Lathel drew a deep breath and said, "Lucien seemed to be absorbing some kind of black smoke, saying that if he absorbed the Dark Mist, he would surely become a god."

"I happened upon him, saw that situation, panicked and tried to flee, but he chased me and then attacked me."

"Nonsense!" Morlan roared, his hand crackling with lightning as he struck at Lathel.

A bolt of lightning flashed, shooting straight at Lathel with terrifying speed.

But Velithra, of course, didn’t stand idle. She simply twirled her umbrella gently, and a stream of golden energy immediately wrapped around the lightning bolt, pulling it straight up into the sky.

The bolt shot upward and exploded like fireworks.

Velithra tilted her head and said, "Dark Mist... it seems the Vice Principal is quite brave."

"He’s spouting nonsense." Morlan shouted.

"How could he possibly know about that forbidden existence? Only if... Lucien himself told him." Velithra’s voice was laced with mockery.

"You..." Morlan frowned. "Maybe he heard it somewhere. In any case, we cannot trust his words."

Velithra smiled charmingly. "Then I cannot trust your words either, since you weren’t in the Library." Thɪs chapter is updated by N0v3l.Fiɾe.net

"That..." Morlan ground his teeth, his eyes murderous. But in the end he forced himself to calm down, for the person before him was Velithra, not some ordinary woman.

Morlan took a deep breath, his voice softening: "Professor Moonsong, don’t twist the truth. I know what kind of person he is, and so do you, right?"

"Heh?!" Velithra tilted her head, feigning confusion: "Him? I think he’s handsome, very friendly, he’s a good person."

’Damn it!’ Morlan cursed inwardly: ’Since when do handsome and good go hand in hand?’

But his face remained calm. He spoke gently, trying to persuade Velithra: "Professor Moonsong, you..."

"Ah!" Velithra pretended to be surprised, instantly cutting off Morlan’s words: "Vice Principal, could it be... you’re hiding something Lathel discovered, so you..."

"No! What are you talking about?" Morlan hurriedly refuted.

"Then why do you always drive Lathel into a corner?" Velithra said, her voice tinged with sarcasm. "Or... are you protecting your disciple, so... Hahaha... this is getting very interesting. If the Principal were to know, I’m afraid..."

When Velithra mentioned the Principal, Morlan’s face immediately changed.

He clenched his teeth, staring daggers at Lathel as if he wanted to tear him into a hundred pieces.

In the end, he sighed and said: "Fine! This matter ends here. I will continue investigating what happened inside the Library."

"If I discover that he cheated, I will..."

Morlan clenched his hand into a fist, his gaze toward Lathel filled with threat.

"I hope the Vice Principal can uncover the truth." Velithra spoke provocatively, then looked at Lathel: "Come, let me treat your injuries."

She flicked her umbrella, countless petals dancing in the wind, and when they fell, Morlan could no longer see them.

Morlan sighed, looked at Lucien and Irelia lying unconscious, then glanced at Aris and softly said: "Let’s go, take them back for treatment. Their safety comes first."

Aris nodded, her eyes on Lucien as if she wanted to draw her blade and stab him to death on the spot.

But because of her master’s plan, she had to restrain herself.

High up in the trees, Vladirovic watched as the words on the strange scroll slowly faded away. He said dejectedly: "Ah! It seems the storyline failed again."

"It still isn’t enough..."

Countless strands of black smoke suddenly appeared, gathering into a mass of darkness before him.

Within the black smoke, countless twisted faces screamed in misery and despair.

Yet Vladirovic smiled, speaking with excitement: "It still isn’t enough... Xa’veth... needs more suffering."

Velithra had brought Lathel and Selvia to this place.

Selvia anxiously moved to his side but was stopped by Velithra: "He is gravely injured. You just stand guard outside. I will treat him."

With that, she led Lathel into another room, leaving Selvia in the sitting room.

Selvia hadn’t even spoken when they disappeared, leaving her heart aching and sorrowful: "Because I’m too weak..."

"If I were strong like Professor Velithra, then I could protect him."

Selvia murmured, tears streaming down her cheeks again. She hurriedly wiped them away, scolding herself: "Selvia... why are you so useless?"

Inside the room, Velithra waved her hand, and a layer of magic appeared, sealing the entire space, preventing anyone from hearing or spying on what transpired inside.

Lathel stepped into the room, noticing there wasn’t much furniture — only a large, lovely pink bed, a simple vanity, and a wardrobe.

Compared to Velithra’s appearance and personality, the room was far too... plain and minimalistic, almost unbelievably so.

"Don’t you intend to lower that mask and face me?" Velithra smiled seductively, but her voice gradually turned icy to the point of terror.

Strangely, Lathel stopped pretending. He smiled gently, but with a wicked edge that caught Velithra off guard.

"It seems... the warm and kind prince was nothing more than a mask of yours, wasn’t it?"

Hearing her question, Lathel shrugged and said: "No, in truth that is also a part of me. I’m not being fake; I’m just trying to adapt to this deceitful world."

"Huh!" Velithra smirked, her sharp eyes locking onto him. "Then... what do you want from me?"

"Why do you ask that?" Lathel tilted his head.

Velithra glanced at him, slowly setting her umbrella down: "We’re both intelligent people. You don’t need to play the fool before me the way you do with that idiot Lyra."

Lathel clapped, slowly stepped toward Velithra, and reached out, caressing her incomparably soft and beautiful face. He spoke softly: "I... want you."

The smile on her face vanished, killing intent erupting like a volcano, cold enough to turn the place into an ice cavern: "It seems... you truly want to die."

"Hahaha... no, I want to live. That’s why I want you to join me against Lyra and Morlan." Lathel said.

Velithra glanced at him, suspicion flickering in her eyes: "Lyra?"

"That’s right." Lathel grinned. "I also want to make Lyra my woman."

"Ah!" Velithra nodded, her eyes filled with disdain as she looked at Lathel: "Greed is humanity’s nature, but..."

Suddenly, space itself thickened like mire, heavy as though a mountain were pressing down.

Velithra tilted her head, pressing her flawless face against his hand, and coldly said: "But you must have the power to be greedy. Otherwise, you’ll die miserably."

Lathel smirked: "Is that so?"

"Hm?!" Velithra was startled as she felt a pressure even more terrifying than what she had unleashed.

The space around them froze, and invisible waves of spatial energy surged toward her.

"You..." Velithra frowned, her eyes slowly filling with disbelief: "Just who... are you?"

Lathel smiled warmly and answered: "Me? A useless prince, but kind and forgiving."