ログインThree days until Veil Night…The excitement surrounding Amelia’s recovery lingered long after the initial shock had faded, and with it, Lillia finally felt the wintry morning air in the warm embrace of her maidens. The cold forest was still shrouded in darkness, though faint traces of dawn had begun creeping across the distant horizon. For several minutes, the women remained exactly where they were, exchanging relieved smiles and embracing one another as though afraid the good news might somehow disappear if they let go too quickly. She had missed them.After everything they had endured since the joining ceremony, the moment felt almost unreal, because for once, setting Lillia’s situation aside; no one was in danger, and no one was in tears or panicking. No one was trying desperately to survive yet another deathly catastrophe. So, for the first time in days, they simply stood together and allowed themselves to be happy. Hearing a sudden movement, Lillia’s attention drifted beyo
Fenris’ wild gasp tore through Lillia’s consciousness as their bond surged violently back into place, the overwhelming flood of emotions crashing into her with such force that she instinctively clutched her chest. Her breathing became ragged almost immediately, each uneven breath struggling to steady the frantic pounding of her heart while fragments of the nightmare she had just escaped continued flashing relentlessly through her mind. Her hands flew quickly to her neck as the memory of Belial’s claws reaching for her through the haze remained painfully vivid. For several long seconds, she found herself staring blankly ahead, almost expecting the shadows around her to split apart and reveal those hollow eyes watching her once more. But instead, the familiar blue light from the blue fire greeted her, exposing the dimly lit canvas of Anubis’ tent that stood undisturbed around her while faint trails of smoke curled lazily upwards from an incense pot with still glowing ashes.She was ba
The only time she had felt something this chilling was beneath Azazel’s gaze. His glare in that pitch blackness had reduced her every emotion to pure dread. It had left her painfully aware of how unwelcomed and insignificant she was. Yet, even that memory was distant now, because then, at least, she felt unwelcome and insignificant; but this… this was different. Lillia felt suffocated by the overwhelming wave of animosity as though the fact she was living and breathing… no, her entire existence was wrong to begin with.The intense feeling settled over her slowly and completely, sinking through flesh and bones until it seemed to wrap itself around the very essence of her being. That stench, that unbearably putrid stench was hatred. Pure hatred. All the hairs on her neck stood with the coldness that washed down her body, drenching her in cold sweat. She could feel Fenris' wild instincts of survival kick in as she felt like a prey caught in a death trap, and her body was frozen. Fen
The disorienting icy impact was immediate. Cold seeped into her bones with the force of the waterfall driving her beneath the surface before the current dragged her downstream, and with it, pain shot through every injury on her body. For several terrifying seconds, all Lillia could do was allow the river to carry her while she fought to keep herself conscious. When she finally broke the surface, she sucked in a sharp breath and forced herself toward the bank, kicking and pushing until she crawled out of the river. Water streamed down from her clothes, soaking the ground she had stumbled on with momentary relief at finally being grounded and having her life in her hands again. Then, her sharp gaze swept the surroundings, and the first thing she noticed was the decay. The black corruption had crawled across the cliffs and devoured entire sections of the forest in the distance where they had initially ran from. It consumed everything it touched, leaving behind nothing but lifeless hu
Pain welcomed Lillia first when she came to. It seeped into her awareness before anything else, settling into every bruise, every cut and every aching muscle. The throbbing only intensified when she tried to move, disorientation washing over her as she pushed herself upright in the dimly lit cave.“Easy… easy Lillia, it’s alright.” A soft touch followed by a soft voice sounded beside her and familiarity seeped in. “Amelia?” Relief hit Lillia so suddenly it almost stole the rest of her breath. “It’s me.” Amelia smiled softly. “We got away. Are you alright? You passed out the moment we fell into the waterfall.”The mind space—the raging rapids—the entities—Amelia’s leg—Belial. Everything came slamming in all at once and Lillia’s eyes snapped wide open. “Your leg? Is your leg alright?” She watched Amelia gently move her dress, exposing black markings from the entity’s grip on her leg but other than that, the spreading rot was gone. “I am fine. Thank you Lillia.”Only when Lillia confi
Regaleon’s gaze settled on the folded parchment Shane had placed on the table. “What is this?” “The intel from House Blackwell was not the only message I received.” Shane answered quietly. “I’m afraid we may have a problem.” The amusement that had lingered within Regaleon’s dark eyes moments before, disappeared almost instantly, and his hand moved toward the parchment.Silver eyes have left the palace.The message was brief, yet the study fell silent like something had reached into the room and strangled sound before it could escape. So much that Shane felt it first… a tightening in his chest, and he shifted uneasily on his feet as the air around him solidified, pressing down with a weight that made it harder for him to breathe. Even the warmth from the fire felt distant as a sudden shiver worked up his spine. Regaleon did not look up. That was worse. His dark hair fell forward, veiling his expression as the air around him shifted, tightening the knot in Shane’s chest. When Re
By the time the maidens stepped back, pride gleamed in their expressions like artists surveying a finished masterpiece, and Lillia could barely recognise herself. Her silver hair had been swept up into an elegant coil at the nape of her neck, smooth and luminous, threaded with fine strands that gli
“It was Lady Briar Rose Montclair.”“Huh—” “Huh?” Amelia froze at Lillia’s reaction. That… changes things, Fenris sighed. It definitely does. So, it was Lady Montclair? Lillia thought quietly. We’re back at the beginning again. But this still doesn’t eliminate Freda. She released a tight smile
Now… I wonder if she was also a prospective bride. Lillia’s lips curved slightly as she dropped the chalice. That would justify the motive. Fenris snarled. Yes. It would. Lillia replied quietly. They had started with the maidens, then Lady Blackwell, and when it backfired, they targeted Liora S
“Welcome to House Blackwell, your royal radiance, Lady Lillia of Silvervein.” A middle-aged man bowed first, too deep, too fast, his booming voice startling everyone present. Halfway through the gesture, he corrected himself, placing his left hand on his chest, then quickly switching to his right,







