After seeing Fafner off, Mil returned home and began his daily training.
After several months of exercise, Mil's physical fitness had significantly improved.
Even without Black Magic to strengthen himself, he now possessed a certain level of offensive capability; next, he would need to find a sparring partner for his swordsmanship...
Generally speaking, the households of great nobles would have vassal knights and attendant knights.
However, Alice and Mil's personal safety in Holy City was handled by the church; thus, Lyata's mansion only had Holy Knights on duty, and the personnel were generally not fixed.
“Clang, clang, clang…”
In the training ground at the back of Lyata's mansion, a series of metallic clashes echoed, and the unsharpened longswords sparked...
The bluestone ground still emanated the lingering heat of the day.
After several rounds of combat, Holy Knight Karl cast a surprised glance.
“Mil, you don't seem like a swordsman without any foundation at all.”
“Well, after all, when I was little, I used to be a sparring partner for the Fourth Princess Diana.”
Mil twirled his sword with a backhand, sweat dripping down his chin, reflecting tiny golden gleams in the setting sun.
“So that's how it is!”
Actually, it wasn't...
In his previous life, Mil had already laid a foundation in his maternal grandfather's martial arts hall, and later, he even made it into the top 32 in a VR sword fighting competition.
His parents had been missing since he was young, and he was raised by the elders on both sides, taking turns...
He didn't know who he had offended, but he had no parents in either of his two lives.
Two hours later, the Tier 2 Holy Knight Karl also began to pant slightly.
“Mil, your swordsmanship style is very unique. Are you preparing to inherit Lyata’s mantle and become a Magic Knight?”
“We'll see. There's no harm in having multiple skills. I still want to... develop... more comprehensively.”
Mil was already drenched in sweat, speaking in broken sentences. Although the disparity in strength between individuals of the same tier in this world was not particularly exaggerated, a Tier 2 could still easily crush a Tier 0.
He dared not imagine how miserable he would have been if he hadn't drugged Fafner during their fight that day.
After training, Mil took a bath, and to save time, he brought the succubus book with him.
However, he had recently felt a clear bottleneck; he was so close but couldn't break through the third neural node.
Perhaps he needed some external help, such as dragon blood.
“Miley... Is the physical difference in dragons really that significant after they mature?”
“Yes, if you compare them long-term. But in the short term... a lion's mane doesn't suddenly grow overnight.”
After listening, Mil nodded thoughtfully.
“Hmm... I remember, the quality of a dragon heart is linked to its physical condition, right?”
“Yes, but it's highly related to the dragon species, bloodline, gender, and its own power. The quality of a royal-level male dragon species should be the highest.”
Mil slicked his wet hair back, water droplets rolling down the grooves of his muscles. He lightly tapped the marble carving on the edge of the bathtub, dispersing the misty vapor.
“Understood... Help me find out if there's a way to improve the quality of a dragon heart for a young dragon about to mature in the short term?”
“Is your target this time... the Dragon Prince of Holy City, Fafner?”
“Yes.”
The Succubus Daughter hesitated for a moment, then said with a touch of reluctance.
“You could have him train some forbidden techniques, but that might put some burden on his body. Fafner is still young...”
“Hmph... It doesn't matter, just go find it for me.”
“Yes... As you wish.”
...
The next day...
At noon, the arcades of Sibyl Magic Academy wafted with the scent of green apples and parchment.
Mil decided to turn his attention to Fafner and began to investigate him.
First, he took advantage of Fafner going to the Magic Knight training ground and quietly went to their grade to conduct some interviews...
Of course, Mil had appropriately disguised himself. The boys in the same grade seemed to have quite a few complaints about Fafner—
“You mean Fafner? Sigh... That guy is a freak. He always puts on a high and mighty act, looking down on everyone.”
“As soon as any boy gets a little close to him, he looks disgusted and ignores them. When girls surround him, he has a different attitude.”
“But seriously, he looks really cute in women's clothing!”
After asking around, it seemed that the boys didn't know Fafner particularly well, so Mil went to ask the girls—
“Prince Fafner, that maid next to him is especially fierce, and it seems Fafner is quite afraid of her?”
“And that maid never allows Fafner to leave her line of sight.”
“We actually don't interact much with Prince Fafner; His Highness is very aloof.”
After some investigation, Mil discovered that Fafner's life, while appearing carefree, was actually very repressed.
As a prince studying abroad, his every action required the maid's permission...
Including pursuing Alice and challenging Mil.
He heard that four years ago, when he first arrived at Sibyl Magic Academy, no matter what he did, he would first look back at the maid behind him...
Although after living there for a long time, he might have figured out what the maid would allow and what she wouldn't;
But a rebellious teenager, under such strict surveillance and high-intensity restriction of his freedom...
It would be hard not to develop psychological problems.
“What an exquisite prisoner,” Mil sneered.
This way, it shouldn't be difficult to use his weakness to perform some mental manipulation on him.
However, Mil still couldn't figure out what the Mistletoe Society wanted to do.
But it was normal not to understand; those lunatics were always unpredictable, and all that elaborate effort might just be for some fun.
However, if a man doesn't interact with other men, how can he become a qualified man?
What kind of spirit or future could he have by constantly hanging out with a bunch of maids?
Thus, Mil had a crazy and bold idea, which gradually took shape after an afternoon of planning:
“Lilith, can you do me a favor?”
“Speak.”
“Dispel the magic array of Holy Dragon Kingdom Embassy!”
Lilith looked surprised and asked, puzzled:
“What are you going to do?”
“That maid next to him is too annoying! I need an opportunity to be alone with Fafner.”
Looking at Mil's serious expression, Lilith really couldn't figure out what Mil intended to do.
The magic array of the Holy Dragon Mansion should be a masterpiece of the Mistletoe Magic Society, mainly for preventing thieves:
“Are you going to... break in?”
“How could I? I'm going to wait until everyone in his house is asleep, then quietly call him out and give him some special training!”
“For his dragon heart?”
“Yes.”
“Sigh...”
Lilith crossed her arms and sighed helplessly, a hint of pity in her eyes. Mil raised an eyebrow slightly and retorted:
“Hmm? You didn't have any objections when I was planning to kill the Royal Magician, Volk.”
“Because after sparring with Volk, I already knew he was a Black Magician.”
“Then why didn't you tell me?!”
“Do I have that obligation?”
Lilith retorted with a disdainful expression, but then, she seemed to come to terms with herself, shaking her head and saying:
“Fine... This isn't something I can control, but I can't help you for free.”
“Name your price!”
She thought for a moment, a playful expression appearing on her face, then suddenly leaned closer and whispered into Mil's ear:
“Write me a love letter? Read it aloud in front of everyone at the campus gate. It has to satisfy me.”
Mil's brows furrowed, his eye twitching slightly, as he glared at Lilith's teasing eyes and said in a deep voice:
“Aren't there enough people who write you love letters?”
“But you're my fiancé, aren't you? You've already written a love letter to Miss Diana, so writing one for me isn't too much, is it? Don't be perfunctory; it has to be the kind that makes my heart flutter.”
As she spoke, Lilith suddenly leaned in, her citrus-scented hair brushing against Mil's nose, and her fingers gently hooked his chin, pulling her face very close.
Mil recoiled his neck, gritting his teeth as he agreed:
“Fine.”
“Heh... You're so straightforward now?”
“Do you still think I'm a teenager? Great men don't bother with trifles. I'm starting to suspect you're a member of the Mistletoe Magic Society.”
Mil's gaze remained fierce, but Lilith shrugged nonchalantly and redirected her attention to the class.
Mil, seething with frustration, found an envelope and felt a headache starting...
This girl probably didn't know that in the original game plot, in future stories, her name wouldn't appear.
For someone with her extremely high talent to not appear could only mean she died early.
So, if he hadn't accidentally woken her up, she would have already exited the stage!
