After class, the castle bells of the academy rang, and Professor Aella of Astrology sent a message to Lilith, asking her to meet her at Star Orbit Tower.
So, Lilith said goodbye and parted ways with Mil.
"Sibyl's Golden Prophecy" is the foundation of Sibyl Magic Academy, but it is also Mil's greatest threat.
Because in three years, the Golden Prophecy will reveal Mil's identity.
And Star Orbit Tower is also the only Sage's Tower in the Holy City; it is said that a super-tier mage with the Philosopher's Stone lives on the tower.
But this mage has not shown up since the Holy War.
Star Orbit Tower is broken in the middle; ordinary mages can only reach the 48th floor's stargazing platform.
It is said that there are 88 more floors above, but they are completely invisible; in the eyes of ordinary mages, this tower is topped at the 48th floor.
Sunlight drenched the glazed dome of Star Orbit Tower, and meteoric iron stars outlined a spiral galaxy on the sky.
Lilith ascended the spiral stone steps, her long hair gleaming with a moon-like luster in the starlight.
After pushing open the door, Professor Aella stood beneath the star ring, a faint smile on her lips.
Her attire was still exaggerated, with a velvet robe trailing on the ground, surrounded by crystal prisms.
The refracted light spots danced on her clothes, constantly combining, disintegrating, and forming the astrolabe of fate.
Previously, at the ball held to welcome the First Prince Otto to the Holy City and announce his engagement to Mil, the kiss of rebirth was lost.
It was Professor Aella who, using card divination, helped confirm the treasure's location at that time.
"Hello, Professor Aella, were you looking for me?"
The top of the 48th floor of the tower was a glazed stargazing room, offering a wide view of the entire Holy City.
"Miss Lilith, please sit."
As she spoke, Aella's fingers gently moved across the star ring, and the black night instantly covered the glazed dome.
It was as if the night sky was confined within a small space, with meteoric iron stars suspended as a miniature starry sky, each star twinkling at its corresponding coordinate.
A deep blue magic curtain, following her fingers, parted to reveal a milky way, starlight converging and intertwining at her fingertips.
"Look, wherever your star destiny leads, mud follows like a shadow. I am very glad that you have not been contaminated by it to this day."
Lilith knew very well what the mud referred to—it was a euphemism for the abyss—and instantly became nervous, unconsciously tightening her grip on her pleated skirt.
But Aella merely smiled faintly:
"You've always wanted to escape your fate, but alas... child, have you encountered any trouble?"
"Professor Aella, thank you, I... haven't encountered any trouble at the moment."
Lilith didn't dare to look up, merely responding softly. Professor Aella sat beside her and gently held her shoulder:
"No matter what trouble you encounter, you can tell us. Sibyl Magic Academy will always be your home."
"Mmm, thank you, Professor."
Lilith nodded with a half-smile, and Professor Aella seemed to discern something from her expression, furrowing her brow and sighing:
"Alas, to tell you the truth... your future star tracks are scattered."
Hearing this, Lilith's breath hitched, her heart rate suddenly accelerated, and she looked up somewhat bewildered, her pupils unconsciously trembling.
Soul, memory, body—these three star tracks intertwine to form life, and if the star tracks scatter...
It means death.
Professor Aella lovingly stroked her head and pulled her into her embrace:
"Lilith, you are the most talented child I have ever seen. Miss Annie, the Lord of the Red Tower, also sincerely wants to take you as her disciple."
Lilith remained silent, her head still bowed, her thumb pressing red marks into her index finger.
Professor Aella continued to comfort her:
"Don't worry, child... as long as it's not the Golden Prophecy, these things can be changed. Please reconsider."
Lilith composed herself and nodded with a smile:
"Mmm, I will... Thank you, Professor."
"I will wait for you... Go."
Leaving Star Orbit Tower, Lilith's steps were still somewhat unsteady; the only way she could imagine dying was if her identity were exposed in the Holy City.
Lilith was distracted during the subsequent classes.
Professor Aella, the backbone of this entire school, rarely made mistakes in her prophecies.
Twilight passed through the tall, narrow windows of the castle, casting a purple veil over the classroom's stained-glass windows, as Lilith used the tip of her quill to tease the light elements in a crystal bottle.
The setting sun gilded her long hair with a honeyed sheen, and the sapphire brooch at the collar of her chiffon blouse rose and fell with her breath.
She always felt selfish, immersed in her identity as a genius girl, yet always wanting to escape this destined fate.
In a trance, she thought of Ice Lake Prison...
But she quickly shook her head again; she would most likely not be sent there, but rather directly tied to the stake.
At that time... how would her former classmates, and the teachers who had placed great hopes on her, view her?
After school, as soon as Lilith looked up, Mil was already gone. Lilith didn't pay much attention; that guy was always very busy.
The love letter wasn't even scheduled to be written today...
Outside Sibyl Magic Academy, large and small noble carriages crowded Throne Angel Bridge.
In the corner of the open ground, the summer evening breeze spun the petals on the ground.
Lilith, distracted, arrived at her carriage, her auburn hair fluttering with tiny golden glints in the evening breeze, her steps startling the resting blue butterflies.
Just as she was about to get into the carriage, she looked up and suddenly discovered—
At the heart of the bridge, Mil stood backlit, his figure stretched long, still holding a pen, his well-defined fingers caressing the edge of the gold-embossed stationery, revising on the paper...
As his peripheral vision caught Lilith, the setting sun just happened to outline Mil's sharply defined jawline.
Mil looked up and asked:
"Can we start?"
"Pfft... Come on, speak louder."
Lilith crossed her arms, leaned against the carriage, and leisurely crossed her legs; the gloom that had settled in her heart was temporarily cast aside.
She deliberately raised her chin, her fair neck forming an elegant curve, and the star and moon earrings on her earlobes swayed with her movement.
Her playful expression seemed to be just waiting to watch the show.
Mil shook the letter and began to read:
"To my cunning star, Lilith Bianca de Elissioro..."
"Hey! Can't you even pronounce my name correctly?"
Lilith's lips curved into a mischievous smile as she tilted her head and teased.
Mil's voice was not soft, and the surrounding gazes instantly turned their way. The carriage in front stopped, blocking the carriages behind it as well.
But everyone loved a good show and crowded around, craning their necks and starting to discuss animatedly...
Someone was confessing to Lilith?
Such a scene was not uncommon; it always attracted a large crowd of onlookers who stopped to watch.
Mil glanced up, suddenly feeling a bit of pressure in his heart, pouted, and continued to read:
"The first time I met you, I've forgotten where, but the first time my heart fluttered for you was in your boudoir."
As soon as these words were uttered, the onlookers, especially those who admired Lilith, instantly became agitated.
Mil cleared his throat, his voice growing louder:
"At the time, I had some doubts. That beautiful face was either an angel or a succubus. Based on my experience in the Tribunal, it was most likely a succubus."
Hearing this, Lilith also took a sharp breath, all the muscles in her body tensed, and her fists clenched even harder.
However, Mil's tone suddenly shifted:
"But it doesn't matter. Even if you truly are a succubus and are tied to the stake, I will flatten the entire Holy City and bring you home."
His tone was filled with confidence, his words clean and forceful, making Lilith's already surging emotions instantly rise to her throat.
For some reason, her nose felt a little sore. She blinked twice fiercely, barely managing to suppress her emotions.
And Mil's purpose in writing this love letter was naturally not to confess, but to send a signal to Lilith, representing the abyss welcoming her!
"But then I thought about it again, the Elissioro family is unlikely to give birth to a succubus."
"But these are not important, because my heart beats for you, not because of your beauty, but because of your remarkable talent and genius!"
"When I am with you, I never consider trivial worldly matters! It was you who brought me into Sibyl Magic Academy, it was you who helped me complete my magic knowledge, it was you who accompanied me swaying on the dance floor, it was you who challenged the Royal Mage for me..."
"Lilith, my dear accomplice, with you, I can advance. My future path cannot be without you! And I will absolutely... never let you leave!"
Mil bit hard on every word, as if taking a solemn oath.
"I swear, I will protect you well. If you are bound by shackles, I will break them. If you are deeply mired in mud, I will shatter it..."
"So, Lilith, feel free to stay by my side! I will guarantee it with absolute strength! Nothing can stop me from embracing you! With me, everything will be smooth sailing!"
Yes, Mil had thought about it for an entire class, and his perspective broadened!
Rather than trying to make Lilith fall in love with him, it was better to use this opportunity to sway her towards joining the abyss.
A genius like Lilith, she would definitely hear his hidden meaning!
At this moment, Lilith's eyes were already red, and she was desperately trying to control herself, to calm her emotions.
After taking a deep breath, Lilith's face darkened, and she retorted:
"All talk... But if the Demon God's Child descends to the human world and tries to abduct me, can you still protect me?"
"Yes, even apopis the Demon God's throne, I'll smash it for you to see!"
At this moment, the entire Throne Angel Bridge erupted in enthusiastic applause.
People eagerly wrote down Mil's answer, adding a dash: Cardinal Deacon, Mirfak.
Lilith lowered her head, knowing full well that Mil was full of hot air, yet her heart couldn't help but flutter a little.
Of course, for a genius like Lilith, if he couldn't successfully draw her into the abyss, Mil would absolutely not let her remain in the opposing faction!
So, Mil didn't forget to add a threat at the end:
"Genius girl Lilith, if you do not belong to me, I will not let you belong to anyone else—Your loving fiancé, Mirfak."
After speaking, Mil folded the letter, placed it in an envelope, and with a gentle flick of his finger, sent the letter flying towards Lilith.
Lilith bit her lip tightly, tucked the letter into her embrace, and let out a long breath, her voice choked with emotion as she said:
"Mil, you had better be... serious."