"I'll do my best."
Miseria nodded and said, "I'm going to buy something first. Take a moment to calm down and don't have any mental burden."
Lilith yawned.
It had only been a few minutes, and she was sleepy again.
"Miseria is strict, right? But she's still quite adorable. Perform well later and prove it to her."
When Miseria came back, she handed a cup of coffee to the drowsy Lilith beside her.
"Here, your coffee."
"Gulp gulp~" Lilith stuck out her tongue and said, "This tastes awful, why didn't you add sugar."
"Tsk, considering you have something to drink… Next time, I'll pick something you like." Miseria turned her head to look at Chloe, "I didn't know what you liked, so I randomly bought something. Here you go."
Chloe seemed to understand why Lilith said Miseria was adorable.
Before long, a new round of the Fantasy Show began.
Miseria looked at Lilith and said:
"Senior, help me gather the Fantasy Power. Chloe, prepare yourself, I'll take the lead to provide a stage for your objectless performance."
Lilith made an "ok" gesture.
Chloe glanced at the two of them.
Even though they were both on the Fantasy Path, the strength gap between the two girls was somewhat obvious.
From low to high on the Fantasy Path, the corresponding professions are:
Sequence 9: Audience
Sequence 8: Mind Reader
Sequence 7: Psychologist
Sequence 6: Hypnotist
…
As an elite of the Ethereal Emblem, Miseria, a third-year student, could naturally not be just an Audience.
She was a Mind Reader.
Having fully digested the Extraordinary Traits of a Mind Reader, she was ready to advance to a Psychologist at any time.
Someone at Sequence 7, outside of the academy, is rarely seen by ordinary people as a senior Extraordinary.
Some elites among elites might even be employed at the Ethereal Emblem as a Teacher Class.
With one foot in the Teacher Class, it's undeniable that Miseria is indeed commendable.
If it weren't so, she wouldn't be qualified to host the Spiritual Power induction ceremony.
However, all of this seemed insignificant in front of Lilith.
Just now, when she did the induction, Chloe noticed.
The Beauty President is at Sequence 6.
Chloe wasn't mistaken.
Even without that simulation experience, he used to be Sequence 6.
He could feel the broadness and depth of Lilith's Extraordinary Origin, which was absolutely not at the level of a Psychologist.
This strength was too outrageous.
Was there someone comparable to him even in the academy?
Even though he doesn't communicate much with classmates, he knew it had been a long time since anyone on this sequence level appeared openly at the Ethereal Emblem.
Upon thinking this.
He instinctively glanced at Lilith.
Lilith crossed her legs and casually said:
"Is it about to start? Do you want me to get you a drink?"
"Oh, thank you…"
He handed over the coffee.
The next moment, he froze in place.
Miseria asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm ready."
Miseria didn't say anything.
If he doesn't want to talk, then so be it.
It's not easy to hide emotions in front of a Mind Reader.
She clearly felt that when Chloe looked at the president just now, the dead sea in his heart suddenly surged with massive waves.
She even mistakenly thought this man had fallen in love at first sight with the president.
But something felt off.
It wasn't like it was the first time these two had met.
Earlier, when the president took the initiative to become the Actor, he hadn't seemed moved.
Why was he suddenly like this afterward…
Miseria was very curious.
The president helped her guide the Fantasy Power, while she acted as the filter, reallocating the power and setting up the Fantasy Show stage.
Although the president didn't assist in the performance, the two of them together surpassed the previous induction in terms of Spiritual Power.
As for her stepping in as the Actor?
Joking aside, she wasn't in the habit of letting loose.
But at that moment, she hesitated.
She was a person full of curiosity.
Why, in such a short time, did this newcomer change his attitude towards the president entirely on a subconscious level?
She was very curious!
…
Chloe was also very curious!
Logically, someone as influential as Lilith should have quite a few rumors circulating within the academy.
Though the Ethereal Emblem doesn't have popular rankings like school belles or beauties.
But being that attractive does tend to break through circles.
Lilith had that ability.
Coupled with her identity as the president of the Fantasy Association, she should rise quickly in the Fantasy Association after graduation.
But in two simulations, he had never heard of such a person.
This is not magic!
If you dare to be Sequence 6 now, I would dare to be Sequence 4 when I ascend the Demon King.
The army besieging me should have you in its ranks.
This is quite delightful.
But why don't I have any memory at all?
What is this Fantasy Association trying to do, hiding people so deeply?
Are they hoping to have both sides suffer losses, so they can benefit from it?
What?
Did you say I also used to hide my Sequence number before being discarded?
Then it's fine.
...What the hell!
As Chloe handed over the freshly brewed coffee, she instinctively gave the beauty another glance.
Then he froze on the spot.
Looking at her wrist in disbelief, where a faint moon birthmark appeared.
His mind throbbed slightly.
Some long-sealed memories broke through the cocoon.
...
A cold surgery room.
Blue bed sheets.
A bloodstained magic array.
No matter how it's treated, the bloodline couldn't be pulled back.
And the agonized howls of a great individual, like that of a beast.
Those life-altering scenes quietly surfaced.
That was the beginning of his nightmare days.
That failed healing ritual.
In the simulation, he had seen this scene more than once.
In the end, he could only cast his gaze upon the operating table drenched in blood, unable to see clearly the face of the patient.
That was the daughter of the great individual.
Her hand hung quietly to the side, reminiscent of the famous painting "The Death of Marat."
The operating table's spotlight overlapped with the Great Magic Array, and he saw the faintly glowing moon birthmark on her slender wrist.
...
This moment here is also that moment there.
As he handed over the coffee, an unprecedented chill swept through his body.
At this moment.
The dead sea within his heart suddenly surged with waves.
The great individual had lavishly spent, hiring scores of top-tier healers, all just to achieve perfect healing.
To what extent was that surgery extravagant?
Even as someone who filled in the minor defects, he could achieve financial independence after just one treatment.
But no amount of wealth could retrieve the girl's life.
There are still 3 days until the surgery time.
In 3 days, the president will slumber eternally on the sickbed.
Someone just died like that?
Indeed, life is fragile.
Just as he was feeling sentimental, Miseria suddenly spoke:
"You seem a bit agitated?"
Chloe instinctively wanted to argue, but when he spoke, he said:
"I suppose I am."
Miseria tilted her head.
He did seem even more nervous than before.
Did not joining the Fantasy Association, standing by the president's side, make him that uncomfortable?
After pondering for a moment, she hesitantly said:
"How about I become an [Actor] for once?"
Without giving Chloe a chance to refuse, she stepped onto the stage, saying calmly:
"I'm not caring for your feelings; I just need to give the president an explanation."
She seemed to have convinced herself.
At this instant.
Fantasy Power permeated.
The Fantasy Show began again!
"I rescued you from your slave status, and as a price, I hope you can agree to one condition of mine."
The girl said, word by word.
Her voice was gentle, as if negotiating, yet carried an undeniable tone.
Like morning sunlight spilling down, falling on dew-drenched evening mist flowers.
"Call me Beatrice, don't call me 'Great Princess'... Do you want people to discover our transaction?"
Standing close, he finally saw the visage hidden behind the glasses.
Her face flushed with healthy redness, her lips supple and bright, her eyes added an air of elegance.
So he said:
"Be... Beatrice..."
In an instant, a tsunami-like Spiritual Power was drawn out.
Miseria stared blankly as the Spiritual Power guided Spiritual Energy, transforming the stage into a lush little forest.
Petals fluttered in the air.
She knew it was merely an illusion induced by Fantasy Power, yet she instinctively reached out to capture it.
"So beautiful."
But so strange.
How could so much Spiritual Power be induced, unlike the prior induction by the president?
The little forest almost filled the stage.
Lilith leisurely clapped from below the stage, saying:
"Well done, very beautiful Spiritual Power, I'm quite satisfied."
She glanced at Miseria beside her, her lips curled up:
"Now my vice president shouldn't have any objections, right?"