After Anarce successfully awakened, she was examined by two practicing priests, who finally confirmed that there was no issue.

"Since you’re well, I’ll head back to school." Hilia said.

"Wait a moment, Hilia, I’ll go back with you." Anarce hurriedly stood up, her body swaying twice, nearly falling.

Hilia went over to support her, looking at Nosen, "Sure, but are you not going to say goodbye to the owner of the manor before following me back?"

Anarce followed suit and looked at Nosen, then glanced at Mier, slightly bowing, "Nosen... Sir, I would like to return to school first, is that okay?"

"You and Miss Hilia must have a lot to talk about, it’s not convenient here, you should head back first, it’s okay."

"Alright." Anarce nodded.

Mier volunteered: "I’ll see you off."

"No need."

Hilia declined, directly heading outside.

Anarce glanced at the two brothers, nodded, and followed behind Hilia.

Mier and Nosen watched the two leave.

After they exited the manor gate, Mier couldn’t help but ask Nosen: "Nosen, why did you just tell me not to speak?"

"How could Father have such an idiot like you?" Nosen glared at him fiercely, "Unbelievable, with your intelligence, how did you get into the Divine Magic Academy?"

"Talking is fine, but why are you insulting me." Mier complained, "I finally let Hilia see my sincerity, of course, I should pursue further."

"Your pursuit is in the opposite direction, the more you chase, the farther you get."

Mier paused, muttered indignantly: "God says the world is round, even if in the opposite direction, if I keep chasing, I will surely intercept her ahead."

Nosen: "..."

Mier soon got excited, "Even though I wasn’t allowed to speak, your plan succeeded, right? Hilia must have a deep impression of me, right?" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Nosen looked at his foolish brother, thinking about Hilia’s attitude when she left, changing from ordinary dislike to nausea upon seeing Mier, he couldn’t help but ask, "What exactly did you say in Anarce’s dream?"

"Of course, I talked about what I did for Hilia." Mier said matter-of-factly: "I said I sent her flowers every day, rain or shine... although she didn’t accept, it was still tiring for me."

"And then?"

"Said I went to class early every day to clean her desk and chairs... although she never sat in that seat in the end."

"You... anything else?" Nosen’s anger was building.

"A lot actually, I said a lot of people had thoughts about Hilia, I drove them away so Hilia could study in peace."

"That’s okay." Nosen’s anger somewhat decreased.

"I also mentioned that to stop other wrongdoers from harassing Hilia, I fought them, got covered in injuries, and was seen by Hilia."

"That’s good." Nosen agreed.

"But..."

"But what?"

"But I forgot the ones who fought me were actually a few of our followers who were in the same mission, so..."

"You... alright, stop talking."

Thinking of Hilia’s attitude, Nosen was deeply disappointed:

"I think she already knew you were acting, with your skills, you probably let others know you were just acting for her right after you finished."

"Maybe, she didn’t know..."

"Did you notice the difference in Hilia’s attitude toward you?"

"Isn’t it all the same?"

"As expected, you’re stupid, you didn’t even notice, Hilia originally just disliked you, now sees you and feels sick, what you said in creating the dreamscape had the opposite effect."

"Ah? How could this be?"

"I told you to speak less, but you refused to believe, with your intelligence, I think you should stop following conventional routes, learn from me."

"Learn from you... is it really okay? But I’ve heard Hilia seems to be an orphan, adopted by the High Priest of the Divine Hall, are we going to target that High Priest?"

"Of course not, don’t think so lowly of me."

"Then what should I do?"

"If you really want to win Hilia over..." Nosen’s gaze grew profound, "there’s only one way, make sure she gets disqualified from being the Holy Daughter candidate."

"That’s impossible; if no major mistake is made, the Holy Court won’t easily disqualify her."

Speaking this, Mier took a step back, warily said: "Nosen, I won’t do something like snitching about the flying competition, I’ve heard you participated in that competition too, you’re just using me as a pawn."

Pausing, he added: "Besides, you got tricked, you didn’t win first place."

"Shut up!" Nosen turned slightly red, "If you still want to win over Hilia, then do as I say, talk less, do more, also, don’t do unnecessary things!"

Mier reluctantly bowed his head, "Alright."

...

On the other side.

Leaving the manor, Hilia found the nearest carriage rental point and rented a carriage, sitting with Anarce on the carriage back to the school.

Waiting for the carriage to run smoothly, Hilia looked at Anarce sitting opposite, said: "Anarce, when did you sign the Master-Follower Contract with that Nosen?"

"Ah?" Anarce suddenly raised her head, then lowered it, "You already know..."

"Nosen showed me the contract."

"Signing the Master-Servant Contract happened before I entered the Divine Magic Academy."

Anarce fell into her memory.

"My family comes from a small town, life is neither good nor bad, when I was young, my family took me to the Divine Hall to test my Mage talent, finding my mage talents were good, they spent the money to send me to school, preparing for entering Magic School."

"But this matter for some reason, three years ago was known by many people, including gangs and thugs in town."

"They started to come to us for no reason. Initially, they just deliberately bumped into my father, expecting an apology and laughing heartily."

"My father couldn’t beat them, endured, they became more and more rampant, started asking for money, father wouldn’t give, so they beat him, threatened if he didn’t give money, they’d sell me to a tavern to serve the guests."

"Initially, they only wanted a few Copper Coins, later demanded more and more, father couldn’t come up with that kind of money, just got beaten. They really came for me, but they didn’t succeed. Just as they caught me, Nosen happened to pass by, he rescued me."

"Those gang thugs didn’t stop here, after a little peace time, they found my father again."

At this point, Anarce’s expression was very calm.

But her voice trembled.

"That was a year ago, my father and mother went out to work, were stopped by them, dragged into an alley, and beaten to death."

"What?!"