They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

Although it's outrageous for a fiancé to treat someone like a dog, on the other hand, she trusts him enough.

"Thank you."

From inside the house came Xia Ya's grateful voice.

"The situation is dangerous right now, and it's really not good to be disturbed by outsiders."

"I feel much more at ease with you protecting me outside."

"You're the only one I can rely on."

Hearing Xia's words of gratitude, Lilith felt even more encouraged.

See how great my role is!

Asia trusts and relies on me so much.

Of course, it is also important to express your stance at this time, so as to give your fiancé a stronger belief and make him rely on you more.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm your fiancée, and Sistine is a senior I greatly admire, so I'll do my best to help you in any way I can!"

Lilith stood guard outside the door, watching her surroundings warily, alert to any possibility that might disturb the two people inside who were "recuperating".

However, the Arlinge villa area itself has few residents and a quiet environment, so currently no one comes to disturb it.

But she was also very dutiful, just like a loyal dog.

Char had already carried Sistine to the bed.

Sistine nestled obediently in Char's arms, but she was still restless, her hands wrapped around his neck, her cheek rubbing against Char's chest.

It smells so comforting, so warm, I love it.

As for the sounds outside the door?

Sistine didn't hear a thing.

Xia looked towards the doorway, feeling an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

Phoenix Overlord (female protagonist)?

You have today too!

Lilith listened to Sistine's pained voice coming from inside the house, feeling both worried and relieved.

Worried that the sword energy was too chaotic, she was glad that Xia Ya would go in and treat Sistine in her place, so she only needed to wait at the door.

But in order not to let her "efforts" go unnoticed, she also made sure to check on her boyfriend every now and then.

"Ah, are you alright in there?"

Char's voice seemed to be suppressing pain.

"The scene was still a bit chaotic, and I was trying to help my senior sister control herself."

As Lilith listened to Char's trembling voice, she moved even further away from the gate.

Senior sister is the one with the most potential to surpass the Sword Saint; her strength is extraordinary.

The sheer scale of that combat power is terrifying to even think about.

She decided to keep a little distance, just in case her senior got angry and tore the house down.

Fortunately, Ya came to help before me; otherwise, I would have been exhausted and might even have gotten injured if I had to deal with it myself.

Inside the room, the detoxification process was intense and rigorous.

Sweat dripped from Char's head with each movement, pouring down like rain.

Outside, he could hear his fiancée's tender voice.

"Ah, thank you for your hard work!"

She really made me cry my eyes out!

Char even had the illusion that he was actually the scumbag?

...

彼端

Sistine gripped the person in front of her tightly, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

She was now completely cut off from waking up, trapped in a nightmare, facing her deepest fears.

She returned to that place, and every brick, tile, flower, and scene felt exceptionally familiar.

Sistine's body trembled, and she tried to back away, to escape, but she fell to the ground.

She saw her own tender hands, as if she had returned to her childhood.

When I was young?

She was very happy as a child.

She was proud of her father and proud of her family.

My father is highly respected; he is a renowned swordsman!

From a young age, she admired her father greatly.

Although the father was always stern, his figure was far away.

But it was precisely because of this that she admired her father even more and longed for his love.

Her family always said that her father was very busy and had many things to do, so she had to be good.

She was very obedient, and her father was always cold and stern when she saw him.

My mother told me that my father wanted to train his descendants to become great masters of swordsmanship.

So I always spend every day at the sword-fighting hall.

Young Sistine longed to get closer to the sword club, but could never reach it.

The family said that it was the pride of their clan and a place where women were not allowed to set foot.

In order to gain her father's love, she secretly learned swordsmanship.

If a father works so hard to raise his children, then if she behaves well, he will like her and come to see her, right?

All her efforts were simply to gain her father's attention.

She was very lucky. Although she only learned by stealing, she felt an instant and genuine liking for those moves and those profound techniques.

She only secretly watched her brothers practice swordsmanship, but she memorized it all and had a photographic memory.

She could effortlessly master sword techniques that her brothers had struggled to learn for a long time.

That day, my elder brother was scolded again for not practicing his swordsmanship well.

He couldn't master it, but she could!

She excitedly showed her father the results of her hard work, expecting praise and to see the satisfaction and joy in his eyes.

But the result was counterproductive.

Instead of receiving praise, she was disliked.

There was indeed shock in her father's eyes, but not the surprise she wanted to see; instead, there was fury.

That day, my father was very fierce.

"Who gave you permission to learn this secretly?!"

Her father's voice was very loud, and she was frightened at the time.

The sword fell to the ground from her hand, and she was terrified.

He fell to the ground, trembling helplessly.

She had never seen her father so angry.

Fortunately, she was eventually granted special permission to serve tea and water within the supervised area and to observe and learn from the sword practice of other clan members.

Having been given this opportunity, Sistine forgot her previous shock and fear, and smiled through her tears again.

Her father truly cared for her.

After all, the sword hall was the most important place in the family, and neither the mother nor the other sisters and aunts were allowed to get close to it.

But her father gave her this opportunity, and she must cherish it and let her father see her.

At the time, Sistine was only eight or nine years old; she could hardly be called a young girl.

She couldn't understand the deeper meaning in her father's eyes.

As one of the four great swordsmen of the time, he knew that the way of the sword was not such a simple thing.

It is already a serious mistake for the daughter to break the family rules and secretly learn swordsmanship. She is just a vulgar woman, yet she dares to dream of getting involved in the way of the sword.

His intention was to teach her a lesson, to show her how incompetent she was, to make her give up on swordsmanship, and to stop coveting things that didn't belong to her.

But he never expected that in just three months, she would be able to sweep away all the disciples in the sword hall.

Among them are many sword prodigies who have cultivated for ten years.