Chapter 344: Dress Up the Eldest Miss and Send Her to Master's Bed (2)
"It can't be that bad. I am part of the Guen family."
"Exactly. So don't you think those outsiders will want to become part of the Guen family by replacing you?"
"The Guen family will protect me."
"There are secrets even your fiancée can't touch yet. Let alone an unmarried fiancé."
In other words: that identity won't save you~ better beg~ call me mama~.
"But I'm not just Lilith's fiancé. I'm also a student of Seven Shields."
Shia's voice was clear and sincere.
"When I walk outside, I represent the Academy."
"No matter how dangerous it gets, no matter how hard it is—I won't back down!"
"Because I carry the honor of the Academy!"
"To outsiders, Seven Shields means you, Headmistress. It means glory."
"For that, I'd give my life!"
See? I'm so brave, loyal, and full of righteous spirit—could you really let a boy like me fall?
Diana pouted. She wasn't happy.
"Since when did you learn to sweet-talk? Not cute at all."
The little brat was getting clever.
But then she shifted tone.
"Still, I've already sent someone to help you. You can rely on her when the time comes."
"Okay."
Shia's voice stayed calm—no surprise, no excitement.
Like he expected it.
Diana waited a few seconds.
But all she got was that one word.
No reaction? Not even a flicker of interest?
"Don't tell me… you already knew?"
"Knew what? The person you sent?"
Still calm. No hint of curiosity.
Diana fell silent.
Shia kept going, a teasing note in his voice.
"Want to bet on it?"
Betting—that was her thing. Her favorite.
But she didn't say anything.
She had a bad feeling about this. Like she was doomed to lose.
One second… two…
"Forget it."
She gave up.
The little brat was mysterious. Maybe he really did know something.
Maybe someone tipped him off.
And right then, the person she suspected of leaking info was saying goodbye to her master.
"Master, once you're there, please look after my junior. I'm counting on you~!"
The Moon Queen looked at her serious disciple and sighed.
She reached out, gently tapped her nose.
"I know. That's the eighth time you've said it."
Her gaze held fondness and amusement.
But deeper down, there was nothing but pure affection and love.
Sistine blushed and lowered her head shyly.
She just… worried about her junior.
She wasn't the type to trouble others, or speak loudly in love. Even when dating, she didn't express strong emotions.
Her love was gentle, like spring rain.
She wouldn't burden her boyfriend with extra pressure.
All her longing, she held in silence. She just needed to wait until he came back—then she'd tell him everything.
Because her master was leaving, she asked her teacher to look after him, but she never once picked up the phone to express how much she missed him.
Even when teased by her teacher, she only responded with a shy smile and lowered head.
This demeanor surprised the Moon Queen.
In all the years past, she had never seen her disciple care so deeply for anyone—especially a man.
She had hoped her disciple would step out of her shadows from the past.
But... was this really a good thing?
Watching her show affection for Shia, a trace of concern welled up in the Moon Queen's eyes.
The way of the sword demanded absolute devotion—one should forsake everything but the blade.
And emotions were the heaviest burden to cast aside.
Comfort breeds laziness; indulgence kills the will to ascend.
She didn't oppose her disciple falling in love, but she certainly didn't encourage it either.
Because this might waste her natural talent.
With her gift and comprehension, she would surpass her someday—so long as she never wavered from the sword.
But she also understood: only what suits you is truly the best.
This visit to the Guen family wasn't just to fulfill an old contract.
Partly, it was her disciple's request—to look after him.
And partly... she wanted to see for herself just what kind of boy could make her beloved disciple so obsessed.
Could love really make someone forsake everything?
...
Far away at Seven Shields Academy, no one knew, and no one cared.
At this moment, Lilith was hiding alone in her room, her heart full of unease.
Her mind was replaying what had just happened.
Her cold sister had only nodded lightly and said "Mm," then it was over.
Panic gripped her, her whole being swallowed by self-doubt.
Especially in front of her sister.
She was like the tallest glacier in a snowy field—distant, cold, untouchable.
Lilith longed to get closer, but she also feared her.
Even though Lilith felt she had grown a lot lately, she still couldn't face her sister properly.
She wanted to one day stand tall in front of her, proudly greet her.
But when she actually stood before her, she realized she couldn't do it.
Just one glance, and she was crushed.
She craved her sister's attention, yet even approaching her felt like blasphemy.
Lilith's hand shifted slightly to the side.
She touched soft silk bedding—cold from being alone.
She reached out and found nothing. That emptiness in her heart grew larger.
She originally wanted to seek comfort from Tia.
But she now realized—Tia wasn't here.
She looked around. The room was beautiful but empty.
She was completely alone on the edge of the bed, lost and wandering.
Lilith's eyes held a flicker of confusion.
Where was Tia?
Why wasn't she here?
Where did she go?