"I am indeed not a noble from the Western Continent," Luo Wei answered softly.

"Oh? Then could it be that you come from The Wastes?"

"No," Luo Wei lifted her head, a faint trace of pride rising between her brows. "My country lies to the east of this planet—a land far more vast than the Western Continent."

When tension reaches its peak, it transforms into a cold calmness. Her voice carried such confidence that even she couldn’t detect a hint of unease.

And she wasn’t lying. Her homeland was indeed to the east of the planet—just not the Star of Galan, but Earth.

Yarvich placed a hand over his chest, his expression filled with wonder. "Could it be The Misty Plains? So it truly exists?"

Luo Wei smiled without answering.

Yarvich was even more astonished. "If The Misty Plains exists, then why has no one ever found it?"

It wasn’t just Yarvich who was shocked; everyone present wore expressions of disbelief.

For centuries, legends had spoken of a third continent, but thousands of years had passed, and countless treasure hunters and gold diggers, dreaming of overnight wealth, had set sail in search of it—only to return empty-handed. Over time, people began to believe The Misty Plains was nothing more than a bard’s fabrication.

But today, someone was claiming that The Misty Plains wasn’t a fabrication—that a third continent truly existed on the Star of Galan!

Kael blurted out, "But isn’t The Misty Plains supposed to be north of the Western Continent? How did it end up in the east?"

This question was on the minds of everyone at the table.

Seeing the curiosity in their eyes, Luo Wei smiled faintly and first addressed Yarvich. "My country is extremely far from the Western Continent. Reaching it is as difficult as flying to the stars beyond the sky."

Then she turned to Kael. "Our continent is vast, with most of its landmass in the east and a small portion extending into the northern hemisphere of the west."

This wasn’t exactly untrue. She had referred to the continent, not the country. The Eurasian continent was indeed massive, and Europe did have a portion located in the western hemisphere—like Iceland, for example.

Yarvich posed another question. "If it’s so difficult to reach The Misty Plains, how did you manage to arrive here?"

Luo Wei lowered her lashes, her expression tinged with sorrow. "It’s a long story, and some details are not suitable for outsiders to know.

"In short, I came here due to certain unforeseen circumstances. This is a trial for me, and I fear that only after completing this trial will I be able to return and claim what is rightfully mine."

This statement was laden with implications.

Unforeseen circumstances—what kind of circumstances?

And as for what was rightfully hers, why did she need to pass a trial to claim it?

Everyone present was worldly enough to immediately think of the dark secrets of powerful families. Looking at Luo Wei, they couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy and pity.

A fifteen-year-old girl, fragile and delicate, had crossed treacherous oceans to end up in the Western Continent, only to face a mysterious trial. How cruel her circumstances must be!

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Luo Wei received a wave of sympathetic gazes and then smiled gently. "But it’s not all bad. I have people by my side protecting me, and no one dares to mistreat me in terms of food, clothing, or shelter. Besides, the teachers and students at Siria Magic Academy are kind. I’m living quite happily here."

The headmaster and the two professors nodded approvingly, their eyes showing admiration.

Defending the academy—very good, very good.

"So, my dear, you’re a grand noble from The Misty Plains?" A delicate voice chimed in from beside her.

Luo Wei turned her head to see a flash of jealousy in Axina’s eyes.

"I must apologize, my dear. I previously mistook you for a commoner pretending to be a noble. I was wrong. Can you forgive me?"

Axina apologized in a low, humble tone, her face showing just the right amount of remorse and unease.

Looking into her sapphire-blue eyes, Luo Wei’s lips curved into a slow smile. "What’s there to forgive between us? It was just a misunderstanding."

"Axina, don’t blame yourself. As long as you realize your mistake and correct it, we’ll still be good friends."

A fire ignited in Axina’s eyes. Even though she loathed Luo Wei to the core, she had to feign gratitude on the surface. "Thank you, my dear. You’re truly magnanimous."

"No need to thank me, Axina. Tolerance is a fundamental virtue of nobility," Luo Wei said gently.

Axina’s facial muscles twitched twice as she gripped her knife tightly.

Yarvich suddenly spoke. "Miss, if I may ask, what title do your parents hold in The Misty Plains?"

Axina’s words had reminded him of a flaw in Luo Wei’s story.

He had said she didn’t seem like a noble from the Western Continent, and she had confirmed she wasn’t. But she hadn’t explicitly stated that she was a noble from The Misty Plains either.

Yarvich stared at Luo Wei, waiting for her answer.

"None," Luo Wei replied, her eyes showing a mix of restraint and pride. "We are the rulers of the nation. All officials serve us."

The mockery that had just appeared on Axina’s face froze in place.

Impossible!

She really was a noble!

And not just any noble—a royal!

Could it be that the man who rescued Queen Isis all those years ago wasn’t a commoner but the king of The Misty Plains? Or was Luo Wei not Queen Isis’s daughter at all, and she had completely mistaken her identity?

Axina sat stiffly in her chair. If she had misidentified Luo Wei, then all her schemes against her would become a joke!

Kael, on the other hand, gazed at Luo Wei with fervent admiration. A highborn princess of royal lineage—she was a perfect match for someone of his status.

Yarvich looked at Luo Wei in amazement. "So you are a noble princess."

Luo Wei shook her head. "I have many siblings. I’m just one among them—not particularly distinguished."

"You’re too modest," Yarvich said with a smile. He picked up a wine flask beside him and personally poured her a cup. "This is my favorite fruit wine. Please have a taste. Miss, may I ask which angelic bloodline you are descended from?"

Here it comes. Luo Wei’s mind sharpened as she considered how to phrase her response.

The true gods sat high above the clouds, and their messengers were called angels. The Dark Gods, fallen into shadow, had their messengers called demons.

Luo Wei was neither an angel nor a demon. She was a Blessed One of the God of Souls, and the wings on her back were merely a blessing from the God of Souls.

How could she answer without being caught in a lie?

Luo Wei slowly opened her mouth. "I must apologize, my lord. After thousands of years, many ancestral records have been lost, and our bloodline has grown very thin."

"In my family, I am the only one who has inherited the ability to fly, so I’m not entirely sure myself… I hope you won’t laugh at me."

Two thousand years ago, the War of Faith had been fought so fiercely. Surely there were fallen gods and angels. And most Westerners had migrated from The Wastes, so their history must be incomplete.

On the Star of Galan, with thousands of gods big and small, would Yarvich really investigate each one just because she said she didn’t know?

Luo Wei looked apologetically at Yarvich.

When faced with an unanswerable question, avoid choosing between yes or no. Instead, throw the question back to the asker and let them solve it themselves.

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