Chapter 88: Some Princesses Dream of Charging Forward, While Others Scheme Ambushes in Reality (3)
Nia winked, bringing a finger to her lips in a gesture of secrecy before mouthing a silent reply:
“It’s a secret~!”
Together, they carried the prepared breakfast to the dining room and took their seats. Shia, reading a newspaper, casually glanced up before grabbing a cornmeal pancake to eat.
The atmosphere was relaxed and lighthearted. The socially anxious princess masked her feelings well, showing no outward signs of her turmoil. But just as the calm settled, an uninvited guest arrived.
“Shia, come out. I know you’re home!”
Shia’s brow twitched. Was the next line going to be, “Don’t hide in there and stay silent”?
But there was no next line. The door burst open, and Shia stood there, his hand gripping the doorknob tightly.
“What is it?”
Clearly, there was no intention of letting her in.
Lilith, however, had no plans to wait. She barged straight in. She was here to confront Shia and demand answers about his whereabouts last night. They’d agreed to work together, and she had scoured the underground auction house inside and out but hadn’t found a trace of him.
Of course, his presence wasn’t the real issue. What mattered was the task she’d entrusted to him—where was her elf?
Before Shia could reply, her anger was momentarily halted. Closing her eyes, she sniffed the air delicately. Her dainty nose twitched as she caught a faint, lingering fragrance in the villa.
Shia watched her curiously. “What are you doing?”
“Shh.” Lilith gestured for silence, continuing to sniff around. “Don’t speak. I smell… a beautiful lady’s scent.”
The sweetness and warmth in the air made her certain it belonged to an extraordinary beauty.
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Shia’s expression turned blank as he watched her revel in the moment. This innate talent… she’d make a great dog. Such a waste otherwise.
Following the scent, Lilith pushed past Shia and stormed further into the villa. Her eyes immediately landed on the elven princess casually dining at the table.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Instantly, Lilith was smitten. Long golden hair that cascaded to her ankles, iconic elven ears, a youthful face paired with an impossibly voluptuous figure, and a serene, elegant demeanor—the elven princess was breathtaking.
Lilith was utterly captivated.
This must be the elf Shia rescued from the auction! She was perfect—an unparalleled beauty. A victim deceived and trapped by villains, deserving of rescue.
Her resolve was instant: I, Lilith, must save her!
She sat down next to Nia, her gaze never leaving her.
“Hello, I’m Lilith. You must be the poor elf I instructed Shia to save from the underground auction?”
Her smile was gentle and caring as she edged closer, attempting to take credit for Shia’s actions.
However, her opportunism didn’t go unnoticed. The personality lurking within Nia—Little Nia—found Lilith utterly repulsive. How dare this filthy human approach her?
Without hesitation, Little Nia took control of Nia’s body and raised an arm.
“Bang!”
A fist struck Lilith square in the chest. The close range left her no room to dodge, and her face contorted from the impact.
Turning back, she was met with Nia’s apologetic expression.
“Are you okay? I didn’t mean to do that.”
Though Nia’s words carried sincerity, her actions said otherwise. Just as Lilith was about to dismiss it with a smile, another punch landed—this time on her ample chest, even harder than the first.
“Ah~!”
Lilith’s scream echoed as pain coursed through her. Despite her words of apology, Nia’s hand showed no mercy, controlled by Little Nia’s overwhelming disdain.
“I’m so sorry! I really didn’t mean it,” Nia’s voice was soft and remorseful, like a guilty child who’d made a mistake. But her punches only grew fiercer.
Little Nia was merciless.
“How dare this human make Nia apologize?” she thought. “I’ll beat you senseless!”
Meanwhile, Nia’s apologetic demeanor remained as she continued her one-sided assault. Her gentle façade contrasted starkly with the brutal reality, leaving Lilith in a state of stunned disbelief.
Watching from the side, Rong’s eyes widened in shock. She instinctively leaned back, nearly toppling off her chair if Shia hadn’t caught her in time.
“Is this elf always this violent? So terrifying. If she hit me like that, I wouldn’t stand a chance.”
Shaking slightly, Rong resolved to try harder. Otherwise, Nia might steal Shia from her. The enemy was formidable, and she needed to improve.
Lilith forced a smile, attempting to save face.
“It’s fine… being bullied by a beautiful lady is a blessing in itself.”
Nia, holding a handkerchief, feigned concern.
“But you’re bleeding.”
Lilith wiped away the blood trickling from her nose, grinning brightly.
“It’s just a little injury. I can take it.”
As Nia leaned in to clean her wounds, Lilith’s smile grew wider. She’s taking care of me! The future looked promising.
Meanwhile, Rong covered her mouth, unable to hold back a sigh.
“Happy to be beaten? What kind of freak is she?” she muttered, deciding to keep her distance from this golden-haired upperclassman.
In truth, Lilith knew more about Nia’s background than she let on. Only someone of Nia’s caliber could inspire such admiration.
Nia was a third-year student at Seven Shields Academy, and her identity was far from ordinary—the princess of the elven race!
Despite her petite, adorable appearance that evoked a strong protective instinct, Nia’s combat abilities were unparalleled. As a powerful upperclassman with a regal aura, she was irresistible. To Lilith, being struck by someone like Nia was an honor worth cherishing.
However, Nia’s charm was complicated by her contradictions. Though approachable on the surface, her inner persona harbored deep resistance to strangers, especially those of other races. She viewed them with suspicion and mistrust, often assuming the worst intentions.
Adding to her mystique, Nia possessed a rare ability: mind reading.