Chapter 53: Lilith Decides to Use Force

Violet sat in silence, her mind swirling with despair.

What could she do?

It seemed there was no solution at all.

The once-naïve princess had finally learned a hard lesson, all thanks to Shia.

Out in the world, the excellence she had once prided herself on was worth nothing.

This realization, which should have taken years of hardship and exposure to the harsh realities of life, had come early, accelerated by Shia’s actions.

Meanwhile, just outside the classroom, a petite figure with golden hair was sneaking peeks inside. Lilith’s golden head popped into view now and then before quickly retreating.

Lilith, the proud and fiery heiress, had originally come to test the waters with Shia, worried about her "dog" compromising himself by mingling with others in the goddess’s garden.

The thought of her fiancé wagging his metaphorical tail at someone else was unacceptable. Sure, she didn’t particularly care about him as a fiancé, but even a dog should remain loyal to her alone!

She had even gone so far as to ask her mentor for the freshman class schedule, specifically so she could catch him here.

Unfortunately, she was too late.

Scanning the classroom, she found no sign of Shia. But her gaze did land on a striking figure—Violet, silver-haired and slumped over her desk, looking unwell.

What’s wrong with her? Could she be… on her period? Lilith mused.

Regardless, since she was already here, she decided to act like the perfect senior and offer some comfort to her underclassman.

Plastering on a warm, caring smile, Lilith gracefully took a seat beside Violet, her demeanor exuding senior-like reliability.

Feeling someone sit down next to her, Violet, consumed by anger, assumed it was Shia returning to torment her. Her head snapped up, her glare sharp enough to kill.

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When she saw it was Lilith, however, she froze, her piercing gaze lingering.

Lilith tilted her head in confusion. 'Why the hostility?' She had come to help, yet Violet was looking at her like she was the enemy.

Despite her confusion, Lilith pressed on, her concern unwavering.

“Are you feeling unwell today, junior?”

Violet bit her lip, seething internally. 'You have the nerve to ask! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be in this position…'

Only Violet knew the full story. Shia’s audacity in bullying her was entirely thanks to this so-called senior.

But there was no way she could say that aloud. Admitting to being humiliated by a commoner? The thought alone made her stomach churn with shame.

Violet’s resentment simmered as she shot Lilith a reproachful look, her voice dripping with sadness.

“Senior, I’ve always respected you.”

Lilith’s wide eyes blinked back at her, full of concern. “And I appreciate that,” she replied, nodding earnestly.

“But if you can’t help me, just say so. I won’t blame you.”

Lilith’s confusion deepened. “Huh?” She understood each individual word but somehow couldn’t grasp their meaning when strung together.

“Shia is your fiancé. It’s only natural for you to side with him.”

“Wait, what?”

“But if you can’t help me, just don’t make me hope for nothing.”

Violet finished speaking, turning her head to gaze out the window, her profile etched with stubborn defiance. Her words carried an unmistakable undercurrent: Shia hadn’t just wronged her—he’d gone out of his way to cause trouble.

Was that what happened? Lilith stared at Violet’s sulking form, a strange sense of guilt welling up inside her.

Seeing such a pitiful girl, who wouldn’t want to comfort her?

Lilith’s mind raced as she pieced together the likely scenario: Shia must have upset Violet during class.

“Did he say something to you?” she asked, her expression turning serious. Gripping Violet’s shoulders, she gently but firmly turned her around to face her.

If only it had been words. That scoundrel had actually dared to lay his hands on her!

Violet pressed her lips together, saying nothing. Her defiant eyes shimmered faintly with unshed tears, refusing to meet Lilith’s gaze.

Still, her frustration with Shia’s actions had now extended to Lilith, the unwitting enabler.

“You can trust me. I’m on your side,” Lilith promised quickly. “This was an accident. I’ll make sure to teach him a lesson.”

Violet’s voice, flat and emotionless, cut her off. “You already said that once before.”

The words hit Lilith like a punch to the gut. She could feel the trust she’d worked so hard to build slipping away.

“No, this time will be different. I’ll bring him to you myself and make him apologize. You can do whatever you want with him—I won’t stop you,” she declared. “I swear on the honor of the Guen family.”

For the first time, Violet turned her head, locking eyes with Lilith.

Their gazes met, and Lilith’s hand instinctively slid from Violet’s shoulder down her arm. Her delicate fingers brushed against Violet’s smooth, porcelain-like skin, sending a slight shiver down Lilith’s spine.

She grasped Violet’s slender hand, marveling at its softness and chill—like holding a cool breeze on a summer day.

With a warm smile, Lilith asked, “You trust me now, don’t you?”

Violet, however, couldn’t muster much faith. Despite Lilith’s talent and noble background, she had seen Shia dismiss her completely the first time they met.

And just now, Lilith had promised to help her, only for things to escalate. Shia’s behavior this time had been even more humiliating than before.

Still, Violet managed a faint smile. “Do your best, but if you can’t help, just don’t make things worse for either of us.”

With that, she stood and left, her silver hair swaying as she walked away.

Watching her retreating figure, Lilith clenched her fists. Her concern deepened—she couldn’t afford to lose the goodwill she’d built.

This couldn’t stand. She had to take decisive action.

Her resolve hardened as her expression turned firm. If words wouldn’t work, then force it would be.

It didn’t matter if it was persuasion or punishment—so long as Shia bent to her will and made amends. After all, discipline was necessary when dealing with unruly pets.

She wasn’t bothered by the thought of using physical force. She’d done it with disobedient dogs before.

Elegance was important, sure, but there were times when efficiency came first.