Chapter 341: The Valkyrie Returns, but the White Moonlight in Mary Sue's Heart... (2)
Her sister... had returned?
Lilith forgot where she was or what she was doing.
Everyone around her became background noise.
Tia's sudden words echoed in her mind.
She couldn't hear anything else. Her emotions churned.
She heard her own heartbeat: thump, thump, thump-thump-thump...
Faster and faster, like war drums.
Her chest burned with heat, but her limbs were cold and powerless.
She couldn't calm down at all!
That was her sister—the unreachable white moonlight in her heart!
Finally, Lilith's trembling hand slowly clenched into a fist, her small pink fist still shaking.
Her heart, bursting with emotion, surged with energy.
She lifted her skirt slightly and rushed forward.
Though she remained graceful, the wind whistled in her ears, tossing her delicate hair.
When the red figure appeared in her sight, Lilith felt her heart stop.
Snow-white boots stepped crisply on the polished marble floor.
Long, slender legs were wrapped in riding pants, showing off the faint curves of toned muscle.
Above her thick thighs, the tailcoat of a military uniform hugged her waist perfectly.
Her pure white uniform was like snow atop a mountain—cold, pure, untouched.
Fiery red hair blazed like flames.
Her alluring features were stunning, but her aura was bone-chilling.
It was a coldness that came from her very bones.
She was like a true glacier—transparent, icy, and piercing.
As Fafner stepped into the castle, the temperature seemed to drop.
Her icy gaze swept the room. Years on the battlefield gave her a presence heavy as a mountain and sharp as a blade.
Wherever her eyes landed, noble children turned pale and stepped back.
This group of pampered nobles couldn't handle the pressure of a battlefield death god.
In an instant, a ten-meter radius around Fafner cleared.
No one dared approach her.
Lilith stared at that long-missed face. The cold image from her memories came alive.
She was still the same—cold and unapproachable.
Her brilliance was spiked, pushing the world away.
Lilith took a step closer but stopped five meters away.
"Sister."
A soft whisper, long stuck in her throat, finally escaped.
And that was all.
Her hand, hanging by her side, gripped her crimson dress tightly.
Then she quietly smoothed it.
Though her expression was composed, she was clearly nervous and uneasy.
Her heart held countless words, but only that one could escape.
Fafner looked at Lilith and gave a small nod.
A cold "Mm" came from her throat—that was her response.
The two looked nothing like close sisters.
Lilith had so much she wanted to say.
But now, she could only stare at her deeply.
Afraid to step forward, infatuation hiding in her eyes like spring water, slowly bubbling up.
The one in front of her was the person who made her obsessed, made her heart race.
And she was also the root of Lilith's twisted personality.
Since childhood, Lilith had been drawn to this flawless goddess of a sister. A true sis-con.
But she was too cold, too distant. Unable to voice her feelings, Lilith transformed that admiration and longing into something else, little by little becoming a lesbian.
And so, she became the current Mary Sue.
She convinced herself she liked girls, seduced women non-stop, and used her fiancé as wingman.
More accurately, all her girl-hunting was just prep work, grinding experience to eventually win Fafner over!
Now, looking at Fafner again, Lilith couldn't help but feel joy and nerves.
But Fafner's gaze had already shifted—and stopped.
Lilith followed her gaze. It was fixed on Shia.
Meeting Fafner's eyes, Shia smiled and nodded politely.
Calm, gentlemanly, neither too close nor too distant.
A glimmer flickered in Fafner's eyes.
Though she spent years in battle, she recognized this boy.
Not afraid of me?
Fafner walked straight toward Shia. Everyone she passed hurriedly stepped aside.
Only Shia remained, standing tall, unmoving.
Even with Fafner's gaze fixed on him, even as she came closer, even as her whole body radiated the aura of war and bloodshed...
Shia remained completely unaffected.
Lilith watched wide-eyed as her sister walked past her and stood directly in front of Shia.
The tall, uniformed officer had a perfectly proportioned body. From afar, she simply looked big.
But standing right in front of Shia, you could truly feel the oppressive force from her towering height.
Shia wasn't short—he was actually quite tall—but even he had to look up to meet her eyes.
That kind of dual pressure from both her presence and her height was far more intense than any usual stare-down.
And yet, Shia seemed completely unaware, simply lifting his head to meet her gaze.
His eyes were calm.
No nervousness, no fear.
Fafner examined him carefully, her eyes gathering a cold killing intent.
Anyone else would've probably bolted from fear.
But not Shia. He stayed calm.
"You're... not bad."
Her voice wasn't loud, maybe too soft for those farther away.
But the hall was dead silent—everyone heard her clearly.
Whether by accident or not, her gaze also flicked to Lilith, who stood off to the side.
And visibly, Lilith's face turned pale.
Her white teeth bit into her red lip, harder and harder.
She felt wronged.
Why was her sister only complimenting him and wouldn't even look at her?
She hadn't avoided her sister.
She was the one closest to her sister. Her sister's dearest.
Why couldn't she see her?
But to everyone else, that sentence meant something completely different.
One simple sentence shut the mouths of every side branch and main family member.
If Lilith's favor made them cautious of Shia before...
Now it looked like both sisters of the Guen family favored him!
Even though the Valkyrie was adopted, her status was still incredibly high—nothing like Shia, the orphan.
But now, Shia wasn't the same anymore.
He couldn't be messed with!
Everyone now looked at Shia with a bit of awe.
They had been wrong before.
He wasn't some pathetic simp—he was a damn sea king!
Even Lilith looked a bit jealous now!
But Shia, standing there in the middle of admiration and envy, didn't feel happy or relaxed. Only solemn.
—You think earning this Valkyrie's praise is a good thing?
Then you're dead wrong!