Chapter 54: I’m Doing This for Your Own Good

The longer this dragged on, the worse it would be for Violet, stirring up more negative emotions and dropping her favorability even further.

First, let Shia apologize to her. Afterward, Lilith could soothe Shia and keep things balanced.

A stick first, then a sweet date—this method not only taught lessons but also ensured her kindness would be remembered.

The more Lilith thought about it, the more feasible her plan seemed.

'Such a brilliant idea in such a short time—I really am a genius!'

Beneath the shade of trees, accompanied by the sound of cicadas and the sunlight filtering through the leaves, the atmosphere was peaceful.

From the sports field, occasional laughter drifted over, painting a picture of a leisurely summer day.

Shia strolled under the trees, sunlight occasionally breaking through the dense foliage, scattering warm circular spots of light on him. It was a tranquil and pleasant moment—until a sudden chill pierced the air.

His path was blocked.

Standing before him was his golden-haired fiancée, a noblewoman with the proud stance of a large dog. Lilith stood there, issuing what felt like an ultimatum.

"I’ll ask you one last time: will you come and apologize with me or not?"

Shia remained silent, staring at her calmly. The hands resting behind his head slowly lowered.

Lilith’s irritation grew at his silence. Her expression teetered between heartbreak and frustration.

"Shia, do you even care about me at all?"

"Would it really be so hard for you to apologize, just for my sake?"

"Yet you insist on making things difficult for me."

Lowering her gaze, she adopted a look of sorrow, as if deeply hurt.

Using her coquettish demeanor and moral manipulation, she tried to achieve her unreasonable demands with a pitiful facade.

Truly despicable.

Would Shia be swayed by her manipulation?

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Of course not.

Instead, he sent it right back her way.

"That’s a question I’d like to ask you too."

"Do you care about me at all?"

"I’m your fiancé, and yet you want me to grovel and bow to someone else?"

"If you truly loved me, would you disregard my pride like this?"

"Does our childhood bond mean less than your fleeting acquaintance with her?"

His tone wasn’t angry or agitated, but his calm questioning cut deeper than any loud accusation.

For someone like Lilith, who only saw him as a tool, his words meant nothing. She had never truly cared, so how could they burden her heart?

Not in the slightest.

Her sorrowful facade disappeared, replaced by a stern expression on her flawless, delicate face.

"So, you’re refusing to apologize?"

Her sharp gaze bore into Shia, and in that moment, their conflict reached a breaking point.

Her long, sleek legs clad in black stockings exuded elegance and sensuality. Her flat stomach drew the eye, leading to a supple waist that looked barely strong enough to support her generous breasts. Her ample chest strained against her blouse, creating an unignorable presence that only heightened the tension in the air.

The atmosphere grew heavier, the tension palpable.

It was as if the slightest movement would ignite an explosive clash.

And yet, even in this moment of impending confrontation, Lilith’s tone carried a feigned sincerity.

"Shia, hitting is affection, scolding is love. What I’m doing is for your own good!"

Her expression bore a tragic air, as though mourning his misfortune and lamenting his shortcomings.

Yet her hands were already flexing, cracking her knuckles, her wrist twisting—a clear sign she was ready to strike.

Even though he had treated her so rudely, she still believed she was selflessly helping him return to the "right path."

Such magnanimity, such nobility—at least in her own mind.

Whether Shia felt moved, Lilith didn’t know. But she had certainly convinced herself of her righteousness.

Undoubtedly, Shia’s worst fears had come true.

He sighed inwardly. Although he had the means to defend himself with the power of the Pure White Construct, he didn’t want to escalate things with Lilith at this stage.

Yet conflict was inevitable.

Reality wasn’t a game.

In a game, everything was programmed, the heroines and side characters acting in response to the player’s decisions. But in this world, women’s emotions weren’t fixed or predictable.

In the game, failing to follow the right route might decrease favorability or lead to a failed conquest, but you could always reload and try again.

Here, refusing to bow to Violet meant Lilith could choose to resolve the matter with physical force.

A sense of urgency blossomed within Shia.

Unless he quickly gained the strength to protect himself, situations like this would undoubtedly happen again.

When emotional manipulation failed, Lilith, wielding absolute power in their dynamic, would always resort to violence.

It seemed he needed to speed up his efforts to strengthen his bond with his demonic maid. Only by unlocking the ring and advancing his career path could he truly stand tall.

But just as Lilith was about to make her move, a slender, alabaster hand gently rested on her shoulder.

A magnetic, mature voice came from behind her, soft yet firm.

"Little one, don’t move. You might die, you know~!"

The voice, sultry and teasing, carried a faint, intoxicating fragrance.

But despite its seductive quality, it was a declaration of death.

Someone else might have dismissed it as harmless, perhaps even alluring.

Even an upperclassman might only feel a vague sense of familiarity hearing the voice.

But Lilith wasn’t just anyone.

As someone who aspired to charm every beauty under the sun, she recognized this voice immediately.

Even in the scorching summer heat, with sunlight streaming down on her, Lilith felt as though she’d fallen into an icy abyss.

That voice, that fragrance—she knew them all too well.

And precisely because she recognized them, disbelief overwhelmed her.

Why was she here?

Why would she say something so threatening?

Wasn’t she supposed to be a rare, revered presence?

Why would someone of her stature appear so casually—and threaten her of all people?

It couldn’t possibly be for Shia’s sake, could it?

The thought was absurd. Their statuses were worlds apart. It didn’t make any sense.

No matter her confusion, Lilith dared not dismiss the weight of those words.

She turned stiffly, forcing a smile that looked sunny but felt utterly unnatural.

When her eyes landed on the figure behind her, Lilith’s entire composure crumbled.

Why was the headmistress here at this moment?!

It couldn’t be… no, no, no!

How could her plain, unremarkable fiancé possibly have the charm to warrant such intervention from the headmistress herself?

Her mind reeled, unable to make sense of it.

But there was no question about why Diana was here.

She was here for Shia.

At this moment, the oppressive aura exuded by the towering beauty of Lilith, with her golden hair, black stockings, and commanding presence, was nothing compared to the sheer, visceral dominance radiating from the mature, high-ranking woman behind her.

Lilith stood frozen, facing a threat far beyond her understanding.