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Astrid waited outside the door as she prayed earnestly for an abundance of offspring.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Roel had no idea what he should do with the bottle. It took a long moment of hesitation before he gathered the courage to walk deeper into the room.

This room was similar to the one he had woken up in earlier. There was a conspicuous lack of personal possessions around, the clock on the wall had stopped ticking too. The only difference was the abundance of dream spirits fluttering around the room.


He called out lightly, but there was no response.

Somehow, the knowledge that Lilian wasn’t awake yet came as a relief to him, and his nervous heart calmed down a little. He headed deeper into the room with less reservations than before, and he soon found himself faced with a young lady resting on the bed.

Her face and lips looked much paler than usual due to her having lost quite a lot of blood, and her jet-black hair was scattered messily around the pillow. Her chest was moving up and down rhythmically along with her breathing.

Somehow, Roel couldn’t help but think that there was a very different atmosphere around her.

He was immensely relieved to see that Lilian was safe and sound, but at the same time, her figure left his throat feeling a little parched.

He took a moment to calm himself before slowly approaching the bed. Just like that night, he pulled a chair over and sat by her bedside, though he was a little apprehensive about carelessly grabbing her hand this time around.

Looking at her small and delicate fingers, he couldn’t help but recall how she had snapped them to summon Ten Fortresses. Her fingers had already been treated by Astrid, but his heart wouldn’t stop trembling as he stared at them.

He gently wrapped his hands around Lilian’s and exhaled softly. Despite his light movement, it still roused Lilian’s consciousness, and she slowly opened her eyes.


Lilian’s eyes reddened the moment she caught sight of Roel. The two of them stared at one another intently, but neither of them spoke a word at all. Instead, they allowed their actions to do the talking as they pulled each other into a tight embrace.

Taking in her warmth and fragrance, Roel felt a lump forming in his throat, and his body began to tremble ever so slightly. Lilian was overwhelmed by a flood of emotions too, but she stroked his back gently to comfort him.

The fact that the two of them were still alive despite having encountered Priestley, the Origin Level 1 Magician King, was nothing short of a miracle. Roel’s heart swelled in satisfaction, and Lilian thought that she had never felt any more blissful than at this very moment.

Their rush of emotions spurred the resonance of their bloodlines, melding their embracing bodies into one. Roel quietly listened to her heartbeat as he thought that it was the most euphonious rhythm in the world.

While fully immersing himself in th

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