Hearing Yiserin’s words, Serinveia paused, and the invisible spatial walls crushing Ian halted.
Unless absolutely necessary, Serinveia preferred not to kill. The dean of Saint Roland Magic Academy wasn’t someone to trifle with.
If Ian was indeed a girl, she might consider showing mercy.
“How do you prove it?” Serinveia asked Yiserin.
“Let him down first,” Yiserin said, pointing at Ian, suspended in the air.
Serinveia didn’t move, her tone tinged with disappointment. “Is that how you order me around?”
“If you call me ‘Big Sister’ nicely, I might give him a chance to prove himself.”
Yiserin bit her lip, her eyes flashing with complex emotions. Taking a deep breath, she reluctantly said, “Big Sister, please let Ian prove himself.”
Serinveia’s face flushed at the begrudging “Big Sister,” her lips curling into a pleased smile. “Fine, I’ll indulge my little sister.”
With a wave of her hand, the spatial walls vanished, and Ian plummeted to the floor, the sharp pain jolting him back from the brink of unconsciousness.
Opening his eyes, he stared at the ceiling light, muttering, “Am I in heaven? Why does heaven’s lamp look like the dorm’s?”
Yiserin, too afraid to approach Ian herself lest it trigger Serinveia further, shot Chiye a look to explain the situation.
Chiye knelt beside Ian. “Ian, are you really a girl?”
Still dazed, Ian mumbled, “I’m a guy, not a girl.”
“But if you’re a guy, Serinveia won’t let you live,” Chiye said urgently.
Ian snapped awake. “What? Serinveia followed me to heaven?”
“What are you talking about? This is the dorm!” Chiye said, exasperated. “If you’re a girl, transform already—stop hiding!”
After some explanation, Ian, sitting on the floor, grasped the situation. Transforming into a girl was his only way to avoid death.
He nodded reluctantly. “Fine, I’ll drop the disguise.”
“But I have one condition: I need to change in the bedroom.”
Feeling the Senro Breath Pearl in his pocket, Ian knew he couldn’t let Sephiroth or the others see it.
He looked to Serinveia for approval.
She nodded. “Don’t think about escaping.”
“I won’t,” Ian assured, struggling to stand. His injured body could barely support him.
Chiye, seeing his struggle, helped him into the bedroom and left him alone.
Ian sighed heavily. “Guess it’s come to this.”
Without further hesitation, he pulled the Senro Breath Pearl from his bag.
He tried to deactivate only the bloodline suppression but found it impossible. To turn it off, he had to disable the entire pearl, then reactivate its aura-hiding and appearance-hiding functions.
Ian grumbled inwardly, Who designed this thing? So inconvenient.
He worried that exposing his demonic aura might alert Serinveia, but with no other choice, he hoped to act quickly enough to avoid detection.
Deactivating the pearl, the handsome boy vanished, replaced by a silver-haired, crimson-eyed dragon girl—Iana.
Immediately, Iana reactivated the pearl’s aura and appearance concealment, hiding her demonic aura, dragon horns, and tail.
“My whole body hurts like hell,” Iana muttered weakly, wincing in pain.
Unbeknownst to her, a faint wisp of demonic aura had slipped through the door crack into the living room.
Though nearly imperceptible, Serinveia’s sharp senses caught it.
Her pupils constricted, the familiar aura sending a jolt through her body.
It’s him.
Her fingers trembled as fragmented memories flooded her mind.
As a child, fatherless, she was mocked as a “bastard” by other dragon children, who threw stones and called her unwanted.
In those moments, hiding in corners and crying, only her younger sister would come to her, wiping her tears with tiny hands, saying in a soft voice, “Don’t cry, Big Sister. I’ll play with you.”
Though she was born first, Serinveia often felt like the younger one, comforted by her sister despite both being outcasts.
This sparked her obsessive love for her sister.
To her, everyone else was insignificant, like roadside weeds—only her sister was her light.
But that light was snuffed out. One day, waiting for her sister and mother to return, she waited until nightfall, but they never came.
The Silver Dragon King, her grandfather, told her they’d been killed. She was shown her mother’s body but never found her sister’s.
When she asked who killed her sister, she was told to sense the demonic aura at the scene.
Later adopted by her aunt, she met her cousin Yiserin, pouring all her love for her lost sister into her.
But it wasn’t enough to heal her wounds. She’d been searching for that demonic aura ever since, vowing revenge, but had never found it.
Until now. The aura from Iana’s room matched the one from that tragic day.
Serinveia’s eyes gleamed with madness as she slowly advanced toward the bedroom.
Yiserin, sensing her sister’s eerie demeanor, felt her heart race but stepped forward to block her. “No, Big Sister, you promised to wait for Ian to come out.”
Serinveia’s gaze fixed on Yiserin, a twisted smile forming. “Move, Yiserin. You know I don’t repeat myself.”
Yiserin trembled but stood firm. “You promised, Big Sister.”
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