Chapter 1330: Chapter 896: Upgrade?

“It’s been three days already…”

Looking at the tightly locked door, Enisphia was also filled with anxiety. Since that day, Yuriya had almost locked herself in her room and wouldn’t come out. It’s hard to say… Enisphia seemed unable to understand, yet at the same time, she seemed able to empathize with her feelings. After all, unlike Enisphia who was completely unable to form an Elf Contract, Yuriya was a legitimate Elf Magician.

Suddenly hearing such news…

“……”

After pondering for a moment, Enisphia also walked to the door and knocked.

“Yuriya? Are you okay? Do you… want to talk about it?”

“……Sorry, Your Highness Enisphia.”

Soon, Yuriya’s somewhat dull voice came from inside.

“My mind is in turmoil, please allow me some more time to think…”

“I see…”

Hearing Yuriya’s reply, Enisphia scratched her head in discomfort. To tell the truth, there weren’t many people around her who she could consult about such matters. Teerdi, as mentioned before, had endured enough suffering from Elf Magic since childhood. Asking her to comfort Yuriya would only result in scoffs and remarks that it would be better to dissolve the Elf Contract.

Let alone Miss Lumiere… she was firmly against forming an Elf Contract.

So that left only…

“Then… do you want me to ask Sir Judge to come and talk with you?”

“No, no need!”

However, upon hearing Enisphia’s suggestion, Yuriya’s voice suddenly rose sharply before falling silent again.

“Um… well, take care of yourself.”

Enisphia, unsure what more to say, simply said a few words before turning and leaving.

“Phew……”

Hearing the footsteps outside fading away, Yuriya finally let out a sigh of relief and threw herself back onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above.

To be honest, these past few days, Yuriya had been haggard. The truth about Elf Magic had tormented her profoundly. Frankly speaking, Yuriya could hardly imagine what it would all lead to, but at least in her view, even if there were problems with Elf Magic, hadn’t it been passed down through generations just fine?

Perhaps Miss Lumiere only had a misunderstanding in her communication with the elves, thinking that elves were malevolent…

That was what Yuriya thought, but deep inside, a faint voice was telling her–that was the truth.

All her explanations were merely a cover-up.

“Ah……”

Yuriya sighed again. Honestly, she didn’t want to sleep at all right now, because every time she closed her eyes, she would have strange dreams. But for some reason, every time she woke up, she still felt exhausted despite having slept enough, feeling as though she had pulled an all-nighter.

“I can’t sleep… I mustn’t… I can’t…”

Murmuring to herself, Yuriya slowly closed her eyes and drifted into deep dreams.

Noise echoed around her ears.

When she opened her eyes again, she was in the corridor of the Royal Palace, intending, if she remembered correctly, to head towards the King’s Palace to greet the King. However, just at that moment, a tall figure blocked her path. Before Yuriya could react, the person grabbed her arm and forcefully dragged her into an adjacent room.

“Bang.”

The door loudly closed, and Yuriya turned around, staring at the shadowy figure before her–although blurry and unclear, she knew who it was.

It was… who?

“Unexpectedly, I meet you here, Miss Yuriya.”

The shadow reached out, gently caressing Yuriya’s chin, and the mere touch made her body involuntarily shudder.

“Please let go of me, I need to meet the King.”

“Meet the King? Are you planning to meet the King dressed like this?”

“Eh?”

Hearing the mocking tone of the other, Yuriya was momentarily stunned, then looked down at her dress–perfectly fine, as neatly dressed as usual.

“Is there a problem?”

“Isn’t that the problem?”

However, as Yuriya remained puzzled, the person suddenly reached out and grabbed her skirt.

“You ———-!”

“So, it’s all just for show, huh? Are you this distracted when you meet the King too?”

“No, I… I’m not…”

At that moment, feeling the cold chill, Yuriya seemed to realize something. She opened her mouth to scream, but the next moment, the person had grabbed her hair and pressed her against the door.

“You know I’m here, so you deliberately dressed up like this, huh? Really, it’s not even spring yet, and this female is already so impatient?”

“Please… ah… let go of me… ”

Yuriya tried to struggle, to rebuff, yet what came from her lips were tender, melodious murmurs.

“Let go…… running out of time… hurry…”

What am I even saying?

At this moment, Yuriya’s mind was a blur. She felt she was in a rush, but why did her words seem not to convey what she truly meant?