I forgot the beginning, the middle, and the end of Chapter 520.

Shanghai, the office of the Minister of Military Affairs.

The flames of the magic lamp illuminated the steadily standing obsidian desk, stretching Prince Caesar's imposing face long against the wall.

He was holding a letter in his hand.

It was sent by his beloved granddaughter.

Grandpa! The bad guys from the Padridge family are bullying me! TvT

His Highness Caesar Colin is usually quite normal; otherwise, he wouldn't have earned the nickname "Iron-Blooded Prince," and the goblins of Shanghai wouldn't live such a peaceful life.

However, this is clearly not the case now.

Upon reading the letter, Caesar flew into a rage and slammed his hand on the obsidian table, nearly shattering the entire office.

"How dare you! You dare to bully the Colin family! Get Padridge to my office!"

His relationship with Festing was actually quite good. That Shadow Fiend senator was very tactful and could handle the Melusine family, which was the family he was least good at dealing with.

But what's with bullying his precious granddaughter?

All the demons in the city knew that Caesar disliked his weak and incompetent son, but adored his granddaughter Vivian.

That child was not only promising, having broken through to the Platinum level at a young age, but his personality was also exactly to his liking!

He looks exactly like him when he was young!

Upon hearing that Lord Caesar had called out "Padridge" instead of "Festin," the demon secretary on duty dared not intervene and hurriedly ran to the communication magic stone, frantically activating the communication magic circle.

The secretaries who can work in His Highness the Prince's office are no ordinary people; they are the elite of the elite.

His Highness the Prince is furious right now. If we don't let this madman vent his anger, an army of 100,000 men could be marching to the Parliament building tomorrow.

The fire must be extinguished immediately!

For the sake of Shanghai's safety, he deliberately didn't call Mr. Festing's office, but instead called Mr. Festing's home.

As expected, Lady Serena answered the phone.

The secretary briefly explained the situation, then hurriedly hung up the call and immediately called Mr. Festing's office.

The Padridge family always finds a way.

For example, they could try to find Prince Caesar Colin's succubus lover from his youth to plead for him, or think of a similar way to coax that vampire prince.

The nobles within the Magic Wall always do things in such a clever yet unpretentious way.

The demon secretary, who had just hung up the call, breathed a sigh of relief and silently prayed for peace in hell.

By Bayeris...

He, a mere secretary, was truly worried sick about the future of hell.

Meanwhile, at the Parliament building.

Hearing the hurried footsteps outside the office, Festin, sitting in his office, sighed and stared at the patterns on the ceiling with his fingers interlaced.

"What was bound to happen has finally happened."

It doesn't matter.

Anyway, it's not the first time.

...

The goblins of Shanghai will never know that the trigger for the recent turmoil in the city was just two letters sent home.

The truth is always unexpectedly cruel.

Blowing away the tea foam floating in the teacup, the storms outside the Demon God's Temple were, from beginning to end, merely a family affair between Padridge and the Colin family.

Don't say it has nothing to do with humans, it has nothing to do with hell either.

The goblins in the tavern in the lower city are so immersive, just like an old farmer from the Os Empire who is hoping that Marshal Eberg will lead his army to conquer hell.

Vivian, who had sent the letter, wore a mischievous smile and behaved herself for an unusually long night, which relieved the maid on night patrol at Colin Manor.

With Bayeri above, the little tyrant of the Colin family actually behaved himself.

That's not actually the case.

Vivian is not honest.

She silently made up her mind to endure that vixen for two more days!

Once Mr. Festin brings the Minotaur's blood to Grandpa's office, Lady Vivian will be able to ride on the Demon King's head and demand tribute!

Kukuku!

Just thinking about it makes her little tiger teeth excited!!

However, Vivian, who had not received advanced training at the Demon King Academy, ultimately suffered from her lack of skill.

The Demon King's Administration Division and the Demon King are like two ends of a balance scale; whichever side is heavier, the other is lighter. And the most crucial thing is that the two sides can never meet.

Moreover, it's not just the separation of living apart that's difficult; getting promoted is also extremely challenging.

Miss Padridge has already left with the achievements of "restoring tribute" and "sending more cadres to Shanghai". The "achievements" of this position have long been squeezed dry... even if Miss Padridge herself did not realize this.

Vivian, of course, was unaware of this.

If it weren't for her grandfather, who was incredibly resourceful and insightful, the Colin family's vampires would truly be nothing more than "minor vampires" sucking on the scraps left by "minor succubi."

She'll be stuck on this sideline for at most a year, and when she sees the endless stream of enthusiastic "battle reports" being sent to the rear, she won't be able to smile anymore.

It might even break your defenses on the spot.

The power struggle between the Colin and Padridge families continues, and the Demon King Management Division, a seemingly clean department, has unexpectedly become the focus of the two families' rivalry.

This caused the director, who dared not offend anyone, great distress, and he even began to miss the days when a certain little tyrant was still here.

Just as Karamos had planned, Mr. Festing, who was in a weaker position than the Colin family, came to him again to ask for a favor.

The only thing not in Mr. Karamos's plans was the Campbell family's actions.

The power struggle surrounding the Demon Lord is destined to be more than just a game within Hell; the Campbell family's sword has also proven effective...

...

Edward was faster than Luo Yan had imagined.

Almost the day after the butler of Colin Manor sent out a reply, Edward, who was supposed to be on official business at Campbell Castle, arrived at the manor gates with his family.

Luo Yan even couldn't help but suspect that His Highness the Grand Duke and the letter sent by Campbell Castle might have started together.

This kid doesn't seem to have any good intentions...

Looking at the carriage that appeared at the manor gate, Luo Yan glanced one last time at the "script" that Hell Intelligence Agency had prepared for Mia, reviewed "the relationship between Mr. Colin and Dame Yaya Mitia" once again, and then threw it into his spatial ring.

In short, let's just take it one step at a time.

The visit of the Duke Edward and his family was a momentous event that would bring great honor to any manor in Thunder City.

Colin Estate is no exception.

Moreover, unlike other manors, when these two powerful hands join hands, the entire city of Thunder will share in the glory.

It's not just one particular estate.

As soon as the car door opened, a cheerful little figure flew out like a lark, her steps as swift as the wind, completely disregarding the royal etiquette officer's attempts to stop her.

"Brother Gutaf!"

Princess Lino disregarded all ladylike manners and, lifting her skirt, went straight to the purple-haired boy standing beside the steps.

"Miss Li, Miss Lino?!"

Before Nanfu could even begin to practice the still-unfamiliar etiquette of the nobility in the eastern part of the empire, the overly enthusiastic little princess grabbed his sleeve and dragged him to the garden of the manor.

"Father said that beautiful pink butterflies have flown into the manor. Take me to see them!"

"Butterfly?"

"Oh, right! Father said the summer hunting season is about to begin, and we'll be staying at the Andes Estate during that time, which isn't far from here. Could you come and play with me often?"

"Yes, yes, that's fine..."

Poor Nanfu hadn't even realized what was happening when he was led away like a little colt by Campbell's little princess, leaving everyone with a receding figure.

Compared to Princess Reno's joy, the situation of the two young masters, Richard and Alfred, can only be described as a disaster.

The two brothers cautiously moved to the living room doorway, and as soon as they peeked out, they were horrified to find that the "purple-haired devil" named Vivian was in a terrible mood today.

She was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, her scarlet eyes fixed on a spot in the center of the living room, crunching a piece of hard candy.

The ferocious bite force made it seem as if she were chewing not candy, but the bones of an enemy. At the same time, a powerful aura surrounded her.

It has nothing to do with supernatural power—

That was pure jealousy.

The two little boys, whose hair hadn't even fully grown in, obviously couldn't smell the scent in the air.

They stood there instinctively, not daring to even breathe loudly, for fear that even the slightest sound of breathing would bring about their deaths.

Saint Sith above... what's so cute about this crazy girl?!

Clearly, not everyone has the chance to see Vivian's adorable side. In fact, not only have they not seen it, but even the high-ranking demons at the Demon Academy haven't.

So far, only one person has been able to tame this monster.

Meanwhile, where those murderous gazes converged, a silent battle was unfolding.

Mia finally met the legendary Grand Duchess.

She gracefully lifted her skirt and gave Edward and Anthony a standard courtly bow, her face bearing an impeccable smile.

"Good day, Your Highness, Duchess. I am Yaya Mitia, a friend of Mr. Colin. It is an honor to have the pleasure of seeing you both on my first visit to Thunder City."

"Hello, Miss Ya Ya, it's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard rumors about you in Thunder City, that a stunningly beautiful lady has arrived at the port of Thunder City. Now that I've seen you, the rumors are indeed true."

Mrs. Antony returned the greeting with a smile, behaving with poise and grace in the presence of this excessively beautiful woman.

Mia, too, perfectly embodied the character of Miss Yaya, without making a single lapse in manners.

However, those peach-colored eyes were like a soft ruler, instantly and swiftly scanning Mrs. Antony's entire body.

As rumored, Edward's wife was an elegant and poised lady. Although she was already a mother of three, her charm remained undiminished. Her graceful figure was further enhanced by a maternal aura, even Mia couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.

Even so, in certain "key dimensions" of ladylike charm, the Duchess still lost to the gifted Miss Padridge.

Mia's lips curled into a smug smile, but the smile soon faded, and a hint of suspicion appeared in her crescent-shaped eyes.

It seems a bit...

Something's not right?

She remembered that Luo Yan had mentioned a few days ago when he was preparing clothes for her that the clothes that fit her size were intended for the Duchess.

However, it was quite obvious that Mrs. Antony, who was standing in front of her, could not wear her clothes at all, at least not in a proper manner.

In other words, dear Luo Yan is lying?!

This is not an outfit prepared for Mrs. Antony at all!

The real person is someone else!

Mia was shocked to realize this, and then two blushes involuntarily rose to her cheeks, a sweet ripple spreading through her heart.

Ahhh, as expected of my dearest! This outfit was clearly prepared for Miss Mia's incognito visit!

They even used Mrs. Antony as a cover! Little Luo Yan is just too adorable!

On the surface, the Demon King appears to be a very serious and upright man, but in reality, he knows exactly what people are capable of. His ambitious desire for control is not to be underestimated!

Mia was overjoyed, her lips curving upwards almost uncontrollably, nearly causing the tail of her skirt to slip down. This caused Mrs. Antony, who was standing opposite her, to give a strange look, her eyes showing surprise.

This Miss Yaya...

What exactly happened?

Luo Yan, standing to the side, maintained his calm and composed smile, but sweat was already seeping from his back.

The moment Mia's gaze lingered on Mrs. Antony, he felt his heart almost stop beating.

Fortunately, dear Mia doesn't seem to be very bright and doesn't realize that the dress is prepared for the "Saintess" who might run away to Colin Manor to hide.

Although I don't know what happened, it seems like I've passed this hurdle—wait, why am I so nervous!

Luo Yan suddenly came to her senses. She hadn't done anything, so why had she inexplicably put herself in the shoes of the "cheating husband"?

That was close!

Is this also a racial talent of the Padridge family?

This is absolutely terrifying!

"Ya Ya... Madam? Are you alright?"

Seeing Miss Yaya blushing and grinning foolishly, Mrs. Antony couldn't help but feel a little worried and asked her a question softly.

Seeing that Mia's mind seemed to have gone blank, Luo Yan quickly took over the conversation and calmly saved the day.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Ya Ya has come from afar and must be exhausted from the journey. The waves at sea have made her a little seasick, and the fatigue from the trip has probably not completely subsided yet."

Mia snapped out of her daze and quickly apologized.

"I'm so sorry, I was a little distracted just now."

"Please don't apologize for such a small matter, Miss Mitia. If anyone should apologize, it should be us for our abrupt visit that disturbed your rest."

She truly deserves to be called a Duchess of the realm.

Mrs. Antony smiled gently and nodded, not minding the minor rudeness, and instead offered a considerate word of concern.

Edward, too, laughed and joked.

“I understand Ms. Midia’s surprise. When I first met Ms. Antony, I was also captivated by her beauty.”

"You always have a knack for gilding those embarrassing past experiences, my dear."

She glanced at her husband with a smile, then her gaze fell on Miss Mitis, her tone carrying a hint of knowing teasing, yet also a kind of intimate revelation.

"The truth is, the gentleman was so nervous that he almost tripped over the carpet, and the red wine in his hand 'enthusiastically' spilled onto my skirt."

"That was also to get your attention, madam."

Edward shrugged, answering with confidence and even a hint of smugness.

"After all, in that kind of situation, if you want to stand out from a bunch of flies buzzing around you, you always have to use some extraordinary means... and as it turns out, I succeeded."

“This sounds…like a story from a poem,” Mia muttered unconsciously, fascinated by the pure love story.

“My wife and I met in a truly fascinating way,” Edward said with a smile, putting his arm around his wife’s waist naturally. “Although I’ve already told Mr. Colin about it once, I’d be happy to tell you the story again if you’re curious.”

“I’m very interested!” Mia said excitedly, her eyes filled with curiosity.

This wasn't insincere flattery; she genuinely wanted to know how human love actually works!

The Demon King Academy taught her many things about humans, but it never taught her the part that interested her the most.

Luo Yan glanced at her in surprise.

Unexpectedly, although my dear Mia sometimes has a short lapse in judgment, she has a very keen sense for "romance" and actually managed to pick up on the conversation by accident.

This is a good start for this "rookie spy".

He stepped forward at the opportune moment and made a "please" gesture as the host, his posture so elegant that there was not a single flaw.

"...Then let's move to the sofa area and chat slowly. If you all have to stand here in the wind and listen, even the most tolerant tea and snacks will probably start to complain."

Edward smiled and nodded, accepting Prince Colin's kind offer.

"Haha, let's hurry up and enjoy them!"

The hearty laughter, like cotton wool warmed by the sun, drifted lightly through the main hall of the manor, accompanying the group as they walked towards the sofa area.

The tense, icy atmosphere created by their first meeting quickly melted away with these few jokes, some true and some false.

After exchanging pleasantries, the Campbells, along with "Miss Mitia," took their seats on the spacious sofa, guided by Luo Yan.

Edward noticed that Miss Midia sat down naturally next to Colin, with only two fists' distance between them.

The maid served the four of them hot tea, and the fragrant aroma filled the living room. The atmosphere seemed harmonious and peaceful, but in reality, undercurrents were swirling beneath every polite greeting.

Since Miss Mitis had come from afar, the conversation naturally turned to her background.

Edward was very concerned about this, and that was even the reason he came. His wife, being his capable assistant, subtly brought up the topic at the right moment.

Faced with Mrs. Antony's curiosity about her background, Mia showed no panic. She calmly picked up her teacup, blew on it gently, and then began to recount the script that Hell Intelligence Agency had woven for her.

“...My father was Baron Gilbert Mitya of the Holy City, but unfortunately he passed away early. Now, my elder brother Harvey Mitya has inherited the title.”

Mrs. Antony said apologetically.

"I'm sorry to have brought up this sad topic."

Mia smiled slightly, maintaining her aristocratic elegance, and used a soft and melodious voice to gloss over her sorrow.

“It’s alright, he’s been gone for a while now. Rather than living in the sadness of the past, I’d rather cherish the happiness of the present.”

Archduke Edward gently stroked the rim of his teacup with his fingers, seemingly chatting with Prince Colin, but actually deep in thought.

He had heard of the high society circles in the holy city, but the surname "Mitya" was somewhat unfamiliar to him.

However, after hearing that the other family was merely a baron, the tension in his heart eased slightly.

While the nobility of the Empire was certainly more prestigious than that of Campbell, that prestige was not enough to elevate the title of baron above one's own social class.

Moreover, Miss Mitia herself did not have a hereditary title; the title of Dame was merely a symbolic honor in the Empire's title system.

Unless the Mitia family is very powerful, the Colin family would never agree to a marriage alliance with a small baronial family.

This is a case of mismatched social status.

Thinking of this, his brows relaxed slightly.

The two of them had at most slept together.

While devout Christians might have a fastidious nature, this was nothing to a duke who wielded great power.

I believe that even if Eileen knew, she would forgive his youthful foolishness.

As Mia recounted the life that wasn't her own, she rubbed her back teeth together, inwardly complaining about how useless her father was, and how the human duke didn't consider her a worthy opponent at all.

What were those idiots in the intelligence agency thinking? Since they'd already fabricated it, why not fabricate a bigger one?

The eldest daughter of the prestigious Padridge family is being forced to play a down-on-her-luck young baron's daughter, and the worst part is, she just can't pull it off.

Despite her inner turmoil, Mia still tried her best to play the role of "Miss Yaya," doing her utmost to portray a sense of detachment from the world and not to disrupt the Demon King's grand scheme.

Actually, she was overthinking it.

When has the Demon King ever cared whether others have doubts or not?

The "illegitimate daughter," who seems more like an heir than the actual heir, is currently kicking a three-year-old in the courtyard. As a confident and radiant fallen noblewoman, she is hardly a suspicious character.

Those who believe in him will naturally contribute to his "Colin Universe Family," coming up with a thousand plausible reasons.

Especially when faced with greater interests, no one cares about such trivial matters.

"...Since my father passed away, I have been living a secluded life. I don't like those noisy social dances. Every day I either study oil painting at the Imperial Academy of Arts or linger at various art exhibitions."

Edward said with a smile.

"Then your artistic skills must be very high."

Mia nodded gently and smiled modestly.

"I don't deserve such praise. I was simply influenced by my family from a young age. My artistic skills are still no match for those of an outstanding artist like my brother Harvey Mitteria."

Edward pondered for a while.

“Harvey Mitya… I do recognize that name, though I’ve never heard of your family before.”

Mia smiled, pursing her lips.

"That's normal. Our family isn't a very prominent one, and my brother and I usually live a low-key life."

Mrs. Antony asked curiously.

"So, what's your favorite genre?"

“Abstract painting,” Mia replied with a smile, speaking fluently. “It’s the most popular art movement in the Holy City recently, and my brother Harvey is a leading figure in this movement. In fact, his innovations owe a lot to Mr. Colin’s inspiration.”

"I didn't expect Prince Colin to be knowledgeable about art?" Edward looked at Colin in surprise, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Saint Sith above, and Prince Colin, who is skilled in magic, also has a fascination with art?

Is there anything in this world that he can't do?

“Like Miss Ya Ya, I’ve only dabbled in it,” Luo Yan almost couldn’t keep his composure and coughed lightly. “I don’t have any artistic talent… I mean, I’m not good at it.”

"Haha, Your Highness Colin, my friend, you are too modest!"

Edward then looked at Miss Mitis and said with interest and a smile.

"By the way, Leiming City University is expanding its faculty. I wonder if you could recommend some artistic talents to us?"

Mia nodded happily and said with a smile.

“No problem. You are a friend of His Highness Colin, and therefore a friend of the Mitia family. It is my honor to serve you.”

A look of joy appeared on Edward's face.

As the Grand Duke of Campbell, he saw much further than most people. While art couldn't fill one's stomach, it could connect the well-fed people of Campbell with the upper echelons of the empire, granting them a ticket to high society.

This will become an unseen asset.

"Speaking of which, how did you and His Highness Colin meet?" Seeing that her husband had steered the conversation off-topic, Mrs. Antony subtly steered the conversation back to Miss Midia herself.

They didn't come here to discuss national affairs; if the conversation continues like this, the topic will inevitably turn back to Thunder City University.

That would be completely off-topic.

Mrs. Antony's actions were exactly what Mia wanted. She hadn't even finished memorizing the text she had just learned last night and was waiting for the Demon King to check it on her.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyelids, and spoke softly in a tone tinged with nostalgia.

“My father left me a substantial inheritance, and my elder brother loved me dearly. Apart from the title, he left me almost all of the family’s liquid assets.”

“He is such a generous gentleman,” Edward remarked.

"Yes, and thanks to my brother's care, I've always lived a good life. I thought I would spend my life alone, cherishing my memories of my father and those paintings. Until that day, at the academy's spring art exhibition, I met the person who changed my destiny."

At this point, Mia raised her head, her heterochromatic eyes shimmering with a dreamy light, as if she were lost in a beautiful memory.

Edward, who had relaxed his guard, felt his heart leap into his throat again and instinctively opened his mouth.

"This gentleman... could he be..."

Mia nodded slightly, a shy blush appearing on her beautiful face as she glanced tenderly at the person beside her.

"It is indeed Mr. Colin."

Mia, mimicking Edward's tone as he recounted the amusing story of his meeting with his wife, recounted that youthful and innocent past in detail.

She met the talented Mr. Colin at an art exhibition, and the two became acquainted through their shared understanding of art. Just as she was beginning to develop feelings for him, Mr. Colin suddenly went to the Academy to pursue the truth of magic, without even leaving a farewell letter.

"...I've been looking for you for so long, searching the entire Holy City and asking almost all my friends. I never imagined you would hide here."

Her pink eyes were filled with tears, a mixture of melancholy and longing, which moved even Mrs. Antony deeply.

Saint Sith above...

What a deeply affectionate girl she is.

Thinking of how she had agreed to help her husband break up the couple in the carriage, Anthony covered her mouth, feeling a pang of self-reproach and repenting for her inappropriate thoughts.

Edward's smile was somewhat unnatural; he was torn between his inner conflict and the struggle between his worldly ambitions and his beliefs and morals.

Eileen...

Your brother has done his best, but ultimately you have to put out the fire yourself.

Edward made up his mind.

The only thing he could do for his sister seemed to be to continue increasing aid to the Salvation Army and the Council of Light, to use the local forces of Dusk Province to counterbalance the power of the Kingdom as soon as possible, to consolidate the victory of the Northern Salvation Army, and to release Eileen from her mission in Dusk Province.

The one who tied the knot must untie it.

It's really not appropriate for him, an outsider, to meddle in matters of the heart.

Looking into Mia's resentful eyes, Luo Yan felt a cold sweat break out on his back again. He couldn't help but feel that her gaze wasn't acting.

He coughed lightly and quickly read out his part of the script.

"Miss Ya Ya's pursuit is just too enthusiastic, and sometimes I really don't know how to respond. I'm sorry... I choose to leave without saying goodbye."

Although the script provided by Hell Intelligence Agency was indeed written this way, Mia still felt a pang in her heart when her beloved Luo Yan politely rejected her in front of outsiders.

Those guys at Hell Intelligence Agency are absolutely wicked! How could they arrange such a bastard script for her, where she can't even have what she wants?

Couldn't they have written that the two fell in love at first sight, were inseparable, and were so sweet and loving that Mr. Colin, immersed in her tender embrace, gave up the whole forest for her... and eventually lived a shameless and happy married life together?

That devil is utterly wicked!

To be honest, writing screenplays is a real challenge.

They certainly dared not offend the Padridge family, but they also dared not offend the powerful Councilor Luo Yan, for who knows what he was thinking.

Moreover, this script was personally directed by Mr. Karamos.

The gentleman showed an unusual interest in this insignificant task, insisting that the story be made as twisted as possible!

By Bayeri, they had never heard such an outrageous request. It was easier to write a story about a widow, since it was best to make up stories about the dead.

The intelligence agents had to revise it several times before they finally got Mr. Karamos to agree, without leaving any obvious flaws.

So far, Hell's intelligence agents are still cleaning up this little brat's mess in the Empire's holy city.

After all, one can make up a "Miss Yaya Mitia who is keen on sponsoring abstract art," but the artworks and exhibitions that are signed must be bought with real money.

"...You know perfectly well that what I want to hear is not an apology."

Mia gazed at Luo Yan with deep affection, her burning feelings like a dense spiderweb, leaving him nowhere to escape.

She seemed to be getting a little too into character.

Just as Luo Yan was pondering how to help this inexperienced "rookie investigator" continue the story, Mia's next reaction took him by surprise.

Those affectionate eyes didn't linger; instead, they retreated quickly, having successfully teased him, and then returned to their original course with ease.

"Of course, I will not force you to choose me either. My feelings for you are not so superficial, nor so cheap."

Her resentful expression transformed back into elegance. She gracefully picked up her teacup, took a sip, and, using the mask named Ya Ya, unleashed a powerful, straight shot—

You will fall in love with me.

Miss Padridge never doubted her charm.

This was true when I stood on the deck overlooking Thunder City, it was true when I sat in Professor Lilith's classroom, and it is true now when I face the brat from the Colin family and the hero from the Campbell family.

The only difference is that this is indeed the first time she has spoken this confidence aloud.

That bold confession not only made Mia's ears burn red, but also made Mrs. Antony, who was sitting opposite her, blush and her eyes shine with excitement.

Saint Seis Almighty... This is much better than the play on Queen Street!

Although she supported her sister-in-law due to political and emotional reasons, this girl who dared to love and hate was just right for her.

After all, she had crossed the entire Whirlpool Sea and come to this unfamiliar rural place all by herself for the sake of her beloved!

Is there a story more blush-inducing and heart-pounding than this?

It's a pity she's not Colin, otherwise she would definitely have accepted this heartfelt confession!

Luo Yan looked at Mia in surprise.

Unexpectedly, a not-so-bright student turned out to be a gifted performer, delivering a performance of the script he had just received with astonishing skill.

in addition--

He had to admit it.

Mia, who was always the one he teased, actually managed to kill the evil demon king for a brief moment just now.

Seeing his wife about to defect and Prince Colin seemingly on the verge of falling into their trap, Archduke Edward could no longer sit still.

He forced a respectable but awkward smile, sounding the call to retreat for Eileen, who had been kept in the dark from beginning to end.

"Let's... talk about something lighter, like that abstract art thing. I'm really interested in it. Can you tell me about it?"

We can't talk like this anymore!

If Eileen knew that he was the one who brought Prince Colin and Miss Mitia together, he, as the older brother, might not know how to face his sister.

Just then, a loud crash came from the garden, as if something heavy had been thrown out... It was probably a hedge, not his son.

Edward instinctively looked out the window, but Mrs. Antony didn't hear him at all; her watery eyes were fixed on Miss Mitchell.

Mia placed the trembling teacup back onto the porcelain plate, forcibly suppressing her heart pounding in her chest, and raised her face, which was already flushed red as if it were about to bleed.

"Of course, when talking about abstract art, we have to mention abstract art... It's an abstraction that can't be described in words, I...I..."

We're doomed!

Her lines—

I forgot everything from the beginning to the end!

(End of this chapter)