Lilith also had many questions. Since he was called the Demon God's Child, not the Demon God's Daughter, he should be male, right?
Although, if it were the Demon God's Daughter, it would be beneficial for Lilith, but she felt it wasn't very realistic.
Judging from the voice that day, it was very likely that the Demon God's Child was in a room near Alice?
As for the 'mobilization letter'...
If the Church captured the Demon God's Child and executed him in advance, then Lilith would naturally be able to return to her peaceful life. Everyone would be happy!
The problem was that after Lilith died, her soul would be tortured by the Demon God, and then she would truly be sitting at the same table as Undead Golem Baron Jack.
Even Ibon, before being certain he could capture the Demon God's Child, wouldn't dare to act rebelliously.
So, to some extent, Lilith truly admired Mil...
Who would dare to betray the Abyss like him?
Lilith sat by the window, gazing at the faint moon, and her admiration for Mil arose spontaneously...
Honestly, if it weren't for him, she wouldn't be able to enjoy her current peaceful life.
If he hadn't intervened, Theron's slumber magic would have long since unleashed the chaos holy stone's seal.
If he hadn't intervened and dealt with the Erotic Enchantress, the Holy Sword User would most likely be dead by now.
She was growing more and more fond of this fiancé who would go to any lengths to protect peace.
...
The next day.
The morning mist had not yet dispersed, and raindrops still clung to the stone railings of Throne Angel Bridge, reflecting fragmented golden light in the early sun.
The damp bluestone road reflected the clear sky, and the air, washed clean by last night's heavy rain, carried the fresh scent of grass and trees.
Lilith was still waiting for Mil by the pier of the bridge.
And on the other side of the bridge, there seemed to be a white-haired girl, followed by a group of maids, also waiting for someone...
Her snow-white long hair was tied into a high ponytail, with a slight natural curl, like a string of silver grapes.
Her snow-white neck and earlobes were exposed, appearing almost transparent in the sunlight.
She was petite and not wearing a wizard's robe, but a brown uniform jacket with a cinched waist that accentuated a youthful curve; she should be a fifth-year.
She wore a black-based, white and orange plaid skirt and ultra-thin black stockings.
Her reflection in the puddles after the rain was like a crumpled watercolor painting.
Every noble family had a unique, registered plaid pattern, while commoners used solid colors.
Lilith remembered the plaid patterns of every family, but she had almost no impression of hers.
It wasn't until she saw the faint chalcedony-colored dragon horns on the girl's head, half-hidden by her white hair, that she suddenly realized...
"Is it Fafner? Or... Fafna?"
Lilith mumbled to herself, deliberately pronouncing the other's name with a different intonation, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips.
Soon, Mil finished his work at the Church and walked towards the bridge.
"Good morning, Lilith... Do you still have any second-tier wind magic stones? I think I'm almost there..."
His black priest uniform was subtly stained by the fine rain, and he casually tossed it into the carriage after taking it off.
"Good morning, dear~ The one you have is in its golden state; you can try alchemy yourself."
"Alright... Get in the carriage."
"No rush... Look behind you, someone's looking for you."
Mil turned around and saw a silver-haired girl, leading a group of maids, surrounding them. The silver-haired girl stopped three steps away.
"Oh? Little sister, can I help you?"
"Shut up, I'm not a little sister!"
Fafner's porcelain-white face flushed, her chalcedony dragon horns glowed with a coral hue, and she roared in anger.
The morning light pierced through her high ponytail, and her snow-colored hair flowed over her shoulders like melted platinum, reflecting a dazzling sheen.
Mil, however, was somewhat puzzled. Whether it was the voice or the attire, he shouldn't have misidentified her, right?
It wasn't until he saw the horns on his head that he suddenly realized:
"Could you be... Fafner?"
He suddenly felt a bit of admiration for him. He thought it was just a matter of wearing a skirt, but he even padded his chest?
The bangs that originally covered his eyes were clipped up with a hairpin, and his straight, slender legs were encased in a pair of black pantyhose.
Why did Mil know they were pantyhose?
Because it had just rained, and the puddle at his feet reflected the light.
Mil feigned realization:
"So, His Highness Fafner is quite knowledgeable about women's clothing."
"Silence! I've already worn what you asked, let's talk! You beast, what will it take for you to give Miss Alice her freedom back?"
Her high-pitched voice was tinged with the unique tremor of a dragon, and her snow-colored eyelashes trembled slightly, dotted with tiny water droplets.
"Who's a beast? You boy, explain yourself clearly!"
"You control Miss Alice's freedom, make her your mistress, and even want her to bear your children! If Miss Alice hadn't begged me, I would have exposed your ugly deeds to the public long ago!"
Fafner clenched his fists tightly, his wrists beneath the lace cuffs were so thin that faint blue veins were visible, and the anger in his eyes seemed about to erupt!
Lilith, standing beside him, leaned against the carriage with her arms crossed, a dangerous smile on her face.
Mil was speechless. He had known for a long time that when Alice said she had an idea, it was most likely a long-conceived plan.
They had grown up together, but he couldn't for the life of him understand how her values had shattered.
"That's completely untrue. Alice said she doesn't like you, so she found an excuse to send you away."
"Despicable wretch! I knew you wouldn't admit it!"
Fafner sharply rebuked him.
Mil shrugged helplessly:
"Alright... Since you say I did all these things, how do you prove it?"
"I..."
"Do you know how Alice described you to me when I asked her last night?"
"How did she describe me?"
"She said she didn't like Fafner's kind, neither-male-nor-female type."
Upon hearing this, Fafner's tightly furrowed brows gradually lifted, and his eyes trembled slightly, as if he was incredibly wronged...
As scattered clouds drifted by, the morning light suddenly intensified. He unconsciously stepped back half a pace, splashing water with his brown leather shoes, and clutched the hem of his skirt tightly, feeling increasingly ashamed.
Then he suddenly turned around and left without looking back.
And when Mil saw the "Mistletoe Arrow" emblem on the chest of a maid nearby, he couldn't help but gasp.
That was a golden high-ranking emblem, indicating that this maid was a Masked Executive.
She would be responsible for carrying out the "tasks" given by the leader, the Twilight Fool, and the subject of the study was most likely Prince Fafner.
After seeing the group walk away, Mil shook his head and sighed:
"The Mistletoe Arrow Magic Society. It seems Fafner is also a pitiful child."
"Oh? Not many people know about them."
Lilith smiled as she got into the carriage, saying with some surprise. Mil sat opposite her, saying with interest:
"Their predecessor was the Fool's Troupe, worshipping Ludofen, the God of Absurdity. Those they target usually end up quite miserable."
After speaking, he shook his head, pulled back the carriage curtain, and looked at Fafner's retreating figure, muttering softly—
"Rather than die in their hands, it's better to become my stepping stone."