The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 566: Epilogue 10 - New School Year, New Troubles (6)

I hadn't expected her to say that.

For one thing, I never thought Lilith could manifest outside of me. She had always claimed to exist solely within the depths of my subconscious, nothing more than a shadow lingering in the corners of my mind. Yet here was Estelle, speaking of her as if she were tangible, as if she could appear before others just as easily as she haunted me. But then again, maybe it was possible—after all, each of us was merely a fragment of Lilith. A piece of her shattered soul.

Or perhaps Estelle was lying. Her serene smile and playful demeanor were perfect masks for deceit. There was no way to be certain she was telling the truth.

"Now then," Estelle's voice broke through my spiraling thoughts, her tone as light and teasing as ever. Her lips curved into a sly grin, eyes gleaming with mischief. "What shall we do in your room, big bro? Should we do the same things you do with your girlfriends when you're alone? Oh, but just so you know... it would be my first time, so you'll have to be gentle."

The words hung in the air, dripping with a provocative sweetness that would have made any other man's heart race. But I wasn't falling for it.

"Not interested," I replied coldly, keeping my expression blank.

Her head tilted to the side, long strands of her hair brushing against her cheek as she feigned confusion. Yet the playful sparkle in her eyes betrayed her amusement. She was toying with me.

"What?" she asked, voice dripping with mock innocence. "But come on, we're a man and a woman alone in this room. Shouldn't we be doing something... perverted?"

I met her gaze, unflinching. "I don't believe that's required of us, nor is it an obligation," I said, my voice firm and unwavering. "Besides, I don't quite understand your real reason for coming here. Maybe what you said earlier was true, but that's just the surface, isn't it?"

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For a moment, silence hung between us, heavy and tense. Then, Estelle's lips curled into a wicked grin. Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of admiration and something darker, more dangerous.

"Oh? Was it really that obvious?" She laughed, a light, musical sound that sent chills down my spine. She placed a finger against her lips, feigning contemplation. "And here I was, trying to be as discreet as possible. Oh well. I suppose there's no hiding it from you, big bro."

She took a step closer, her eyes never leaving mine. Her presence was suffocating, like a predator closing in on its prey. Yet her voice remained playful, light.

"You're right," she admitted, her words dripping with a seductive sweetness. "But more than that, I also came here for something else."

Her smile widened, revealing perfect, gleaming teeth. A chill ran down my spine as she continued, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"I want to summon her back," she whispered, her voice low and dripping with desire. "To revive her, I mean."

The air grew cold. My chest tightened, heart pounding as her words echoed in my mind. She wanted to bring Lilith back. That was her true purpose. It made sense now—why she sought me out, why she was so persistent. I was the original vessel, the key to Lilith's resurrection.

"Don't you think it's only right for us to help the one who created us?" she asked, her tone almost gentle, as if her words were the most natural thing in the world. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with that—it's completely normal. Considering that we are, in essence, her children, it is only right that we, her fragments, should aid in her return."

I looked at her. Her eyes were earnest, unwavering. Not a trace of deception. She truly believed in what she was saying. Not once during our conversation had she uttered a single lie. I wanted to deny her words, to call her a liar, but I couldn't.

Even so, there was still one question burning within me. One truth I needed to uncover before I could allow myself to believe her.

"If we bring Lilith back, then what?" My voice was cold, sharp. "What happens to us?"

Her eyes flickered, just for a moment, before she regained her composure. I pressed on, my words cutting through the air like a blade.

"If all the fragments reunite and she revives, doesn't that mean we would cease to exist? If she takes over completely, wouldn't that erase us from existence?" I took a step closer, my gaze never leaving hers. "Doesn't that concern you in the slightest? What would happen to us?"

Estelle didn't flinch. Her smile remained, unchanging, as if my words meant nothing to her. She simply shrugged, her movements graceful, almost casual, as if brushing off a trivial inconvenience.

"I don't know," she said softly, her voice devoid of fear or hesitation. Her eyes gleamed with a strange light—devotion, obsession, loyalty. "And honestly? I don't care."

A chill ran down my spine as her words settled into the room. She truly meant it. There wasn't a hint of doubt in her voice, not a trace of self-preservation.

She leaned back, her posture relaxed, her expression calm. It was as if we were merely discussing the weather. Her nonchalance was terrifying.

"I just want to see her," she continued, her voice carrying an eerie sense of longing. "Maybe it's because I am a part of her—that the desire to bring her back is ingrained in my very being. That's probably why I haven't given much thought to anything else."

Her eyes softened, almost melancholic, as if she were recalling a distant memory. She looked vulnerable, fragile—yet there was a fire burning within her gaze, fierce and unwavering. Estelle was willing to sacrifice everything—her identity, her existence, her very soul—just to bring Lilith back. She didn't care what happened to her, or to me, or to any of the other fragments. All that mattered was Lilith's resurrection.

I couldn't help but wonder... if she was willing to give up everything for Lilith, then what was I willing to do to stop her?

Of course, it would be easy to deny her wish. All I had to do was avoid sleeping with the other fragments and refrain from conquering them to obtain their abilities. If I did that, then the five fragments would never meld together, preventing the resurrection of Lilith. Each of us fragments possessed one of her abilities, so if I gathered them all, it would inevitably lead to her return.

But I didn't want my existence to cease. I refused to be erased. I wanted to live my life here to the fullest, to conquer this world and make it mine, no matter who stood in my way or how many enemies I had to crush to achieve it.

There was also the possibility that the other fragments wouldn't disappear even if Lilith were to be revived. After all, I was the only one who truly housed Lilith within me. Estelle claimed she could see Lilith in her dreams, though I found it hard to believe. But if she were telling the truth, then it was possible that Lilith's consciousness also resided within her and the other fragments.

"Now then, big bro," Estelle's voice broke through my thoughts, light and teasing. Her eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark as she leaned in closer. "Shall we have sex to finally get to step one? I mean, you've already had sex with one of the fragments, right? So taking one more to the club wouldn't hurt you that much."

I met her gaze, unfazed by her provocation. Her words were laced with a playful sensuality, her smile daring me to take the bait. But I wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

"I don't want to," I replied coldly, shrugging off her suggestion without hesitation. "And please don't call me 'big bro.' Just because we're fragments of Lilith doesn't mean we're related in any way."

She pouted, her playful demeanor slipping just a little as she put on an exaggeratedly sad face. "Aw, how cold of you..." she muttered.

Then, just as quickly as her sadness appeared, it vanished, replaced by her usual mischievous smile. "Oh well, I suppose I'll take my leave, then," she said nonchalantly. "I still have a date with Senior Duncan, and I'm planning to invite Senior Raymond as well. You're welcome to join us, if you feel like it."

She was planning to toy with two of my friends, and she even had the nerve to invite me along. I felt a twinge of pity for Duncan, knowing he was falling for such a manipulative woman. But that was his problem, not mine. I could only hope he would wake up to her true nature sooner rather than later.

"No thanks," I replied firmly.

"Izzat so?" she said, tilting her head with an innocent smile. She stepped past me, her shoulder lightly brushing against mine as she made her way to the door. Her movements were graceful, almost serpentine, as if she were gliding across the floor.

Just as she reached the door, she paused, turning her head slightly to look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes gleamed with a sinister light, her lips curling into a sly grin.

"Oh, one more thing, big bro," she said, her voice soft but laced with a chilling undertone. "Another dragon is coming. And it's far more dangerous than the Great Darkness." Her words were calm, almost casual, as if she were commenting on the weather. But the gravity of her statement weighed heavily in the air.

She looked at me, her gaze piercing and unyielding. "I figured, since you possess the most powerful ability of Lilith, I should warn you." She waved her hand playfully, her smile never faltering. "Well, that's all. See ya!"

Without another word, she turned and walked out, closing the door behind her.

The room fell into silence, her ominous words echoing in my mind. Another dragon... more dangerous than the Great Darkness? What the hell was coming?