“Eek!” Yiserin let out a sharp scream upon seeing Serinveia step out from behind Chiye.
Forcing herself to calm down, her face beaded with sweat, she stammered, “W-Who’s your sister? This is a boys’ dorm—girls aren’t allowed!”
With that, Yiserin yanked Chiye inside, slammed the door shut, and locked it.
Leaning against the door, she shot Chiye a panicked look. “Why didn’t you warn me my sister was coming for the dorm check?”
“If I’d known, I’d have bolted ages ago!”
Chiye, eyeing Yiserin’s desperate hold on the door, said, “Serinveia’s your sister? Why didn’t you tell us?”
“How was I supposed to know you were hiding from her?”
Yiserin groaned. “Didn’t I tell you I’m cross-dressing to avoid her?”
Chiye touched her chin. “I thought that was just an excuse to chase cute girls.”
“Why are you so scared of her? She seems to really like you.”
Yiserin shuddered, recalling her childhood confinement. “That kind of ‘like’ is the last thing I want. And sisters? Together? No way!”
Outside, Serinveia’s face darkened as she overheard Yiserin’s words. Her slender fingers gripped the doorframe tightly.
“So that’s what you think, my dear sister,” she murmured, her voice barely audible but laced with a chilling menace.
Inside, Yiserin, unaware of any reaction outside, sighed in relief. “You guys have no idea how she treats me,” she complained to Chiye.
Just as she was about to rant further, a cold sensation crept up her right side.
“Oh? Tell me, how do I treat you?” a voice asked.
“Restricting my freedom every day, forbidding me from making friends, and banning me from pursuing love.”
“I’m such a stunning beauty—locking me up at home is such a waste!” Yiserin said, flipping her hair with a touch of narcissism.
“Is that so bad?” the voice replied.
“Of course it—wait!” Yiserin froze, realizing something impossible, and turned to see Serinveia standing beside her, her face bearing a faint, unsettling smile, her blue eyes fixed on her.
Yiserin’s face paled. “H-How did you get in?”
“Have you forgotten what my abilities are, dear sister?”
Serinveia demonstrated, vanishing from her spot and reappearing on Yiserin’s left in an instant.
Yiserin remembered then—Serinveia was a unique talent in the Silver Dragon Clan, her skills tied to spatial manipulation. A mere door couldn’t stop her.
As the two faced off, Chiye quietly backed away, hoping to slip out unnoticed.
But before she could get far, her legs froze, bound by an invisible force.
Serinveia snapped her fingers, and Chiye’s legs felt chained, unable to move.
Appearing beside Chiye, Serinveia asked, “You’re my sister’s roommate, right? Tell me, what’s love?”
Before coming, Serinveia had investigated Yiserin’s roommates, confirming they were all girls.
If Yiserin had been living with actual boys, Serinveia might’ve lost control and eliminated them.
“Uh, love? I don’t really know,” Chiye said, sweating. Between school and work, she’d never thought about it.
“Do you think living together day and night could spark love?” Serinveia’s expression grew unsettling.
“Probably not,” Chiye replied, feeling a murderous aura from her.
“Is that so?”
Seeing Serinveia’s increasingly dangerous demeanor, Yiserin rushed to stand between her and Chiye. “Stop it! There’s nothing like that between me and Chiye!”
Serinveia tilted her head, scanning the room. “Then is it Sephiroth you’re in love with?”
Sephiroth shivered as her name was called.
“No!” Yiserin shouted, desperate to calm her sister.
“Oh, then it must be Ian over there?” Serinveia’s gaze shifted to Ian, colder than when she looked at Chiye or Sephiroth.
Ian, feeling her icy stare, stepped back, sweat beading on his forehead. “I’m barely even her roommate—I just moved in! I didn’t know Yiserin before today!”
In a blink, Serinveia vanished and reappeared behind him. “Then how do you explain being so close to Yiserin this afternoon?” Her voice was like frost in his ear.
Ian sensed a killing intent. He knew a wrong answer could cost him his life. “She approached me! There’s nothing between us!”
Serinveia sneered. “So you’re saying my sister pursued you?”
Ian’s sweat poured. “No, that’s not what I meant!”
She shook her head coldly. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t need to argue with someone who’s about to die.”
Ian’s mind blanked. “What?”
Before he could react, a blue glow enveloped Serinveia. Her eyes locked on him like he was already dead. “Spatial Fold.”
As her words fell, Ian felt his body caught between two walls, crushing him as they closed in.
He struggled to breathe, pain searing through his chest as if his organs were being crushed. His vision blurred.
“No, stop!” Yiserin tried to rush to Ian’s side to stop her sister, but she crashed into an invisible spatial wall.
Chiye and Sephiroth were also immobilized, unable to move.
Ian’s mind went blank. With his last ounce of strength, he gasped, “Why are you killing me?”
Serinveia smirked coldly. “Because you got too close to Yiserin—and you’re a boy.”
She didn’t know Yiserin’s preferences, assuming she, like most, was drawn to the opposite sex.
Her intel confirmed Chiye and Sephiroth were girls cross-dressing as boys, but Ian was a real male.
And his background was weak—just an orphan from the Crovian Kingdom, briefly employed by Veronica of the Saintess Family before being fired yesterday.
Killing him might bring minor consequences, but as the Silver Dragon Clan’s heir, who would truly punish her? At most, it’d be a slap on the wrist.
As Ian teetered on the edge of death, Yiserin screamed, “Ian’s a girl too!”
Wtf is up withe everyone being irredimable selfish and dumb in this novel? The Elf maliciously extorted him to make him eat horrible food and pay for her, the crossdressing dragon girl is sabotaging her just because she feels like without even thinking about his feelings, the yandere sister is what you would expect from a rich asshole in a chinese novel, the future sainteds dropped her child hood friend and confidant like bag of garbage and left him in a crippling financial situation just to get laid and then has the gall to think they are still friends. The only decent person here is failed saintess. Also all the characters have to have a backstory that circles back to the MC? This feels like the MC is the center of the world in a bad way.