Wizard: I devour the stars with swarms of insects.

Seemingly noticing Wayne's somewhat puzzled look, before he could ask any questions, Senior Brother Holman sighed softly and spoke up.

"Junior brother, I know you want to know who she is, right? She's my sister, Lilith..."

At this moment, Holman turned to the side, and Wayne noticed that Holman was holding a silver tray in his hands.

It was topped with some meat sauce mashed potatoes, toasted bread spread with blue jam, and a cup of hot milk.

Holman placed the silver plate of cutlery on the table beside him, and leaned against the window at an angle, his calves resting on...

"Lilith, how many times have I told you not to lean against the window? It's really dangerous, you know? You never listen."

However, although it was a reprimand, there was not much blame in the tone; instead, it was more of a doting tone.

The girl named Lilith on the other side, upon hearing Holman's words, simply hummed softly without replying, and instead said...

"Brother, you're two minutes later today than yesterday."

Holman gave a helpless, bitter smile upon hearing this.

"Lilith, you're still as punctual as ever. Okay, stop fooling around and come down to eat. Today I made your favorite blueberry jam bread and baked mashed potatoes."

Next, the beautiful girl in the princess lace dress gently jumped down from the windowsill.

With small, nimble feet, she stepped on the ground, reached out to hold onto a pure white silk thread, and walked barefoot to the table.

As she walked, holding onto the silk threads from which bells hung, the bells jingled softly.

And this Miss Lilith seemed to be able to pinpoint locations by hearing sounds, and accurately arrived at the table.

Then, she sat down gently, picked up a glass of hot milk, took a sip, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and said.

"It's too sweet, brother. You put too much fruit candy in today's dessert."

"Uh...sorry, little sister, I had a bit of alcohol today and didn't pay attention when I added the sugar."

"Okay, that's fine then. Thanks anyway, brother~~~"

After the girl finished speaking, she stopped talking, sat down at the table, and gently blew on the hot milk in her cup, taking small sips.

Beneath the princess skirt, her calves, clad in pure white lace stockings, swayed gently under the chair, like graceful sprites.

"Senior Brother Holman, your sister's eyes..." Wayne asked hesitantly.

But when he saw Holman's look, he obediently shut his mouth and didn't say anything more.

Holman's eyes clearly conveyed the message: Junior brother, I know you must have a lot of questions, and I'll explain them to you later!

After exchanging a few more words with Lilith, Holman waited for her to finish her dinner before taking the plates away again.

He also instructed Miss Lilith to remember to rest early and not to go up to the windowsill again.

Lilith pouted, her voice tinged with complaint.

"I know, brother, honestly, when did you become just like Father? Always nagging, don't you care about losing face in front of the guests..."

The "guest" she was referring to was clearly Wayne, who was standing next to her.

Holman shook his head upon hearing this, and said with a wry smile, "You silly girl..."

However, without saying anything more, he gently carried the plate, gave Wayne a look, and then the two left the room, going down the spiral staircase back downstairs.

After returning downstairs, Holman gently closed the door, then sighed softly, his voice tinged with melancholy.

"You just saw it, didn't you, Junior Brother Wayne? Lilith's eyes have looked like this since she was born. She's been blind since she was little, as if they're covered by a layer of rock."

"My father traveled back and forth seeking medical help and medicine to cure this disease, but he could not find a way to recover. Later, I chose to leave the family, take a wizard ship to the city of the Black Forest, and become a wizard. One of the reasons was that I wanted to find a way to cure my sister Lilith's disease."

Upon hearing this, Wayne seemed to realize something and asked.

"So, your decision to join Mentor Morse's 'Natural Symbiosis' wizard tower... was it also for your sister's eyes?"

Holman smiled upon hearing this, but did not reply.

Instead, he looked out the corridor window at the Earl's mansion under the night sky.

After a long silence, he spoke softly.

"Back then, the white-robed bishops in the Church of Tudian Empire even said that my sister's illness was 'blindness of the heart,' meaning she was unclean because... they believed that 'the eyes are the windows to the soul,' and since she couldn't see, it must mean her soul was unclean. They even wanted to send my sister to the church to become a nun to serve God and atone for her sins?"

"Pah! Who doesn't know what filthy thoughts those damned churches and priests have in their hearts?! They even wanted to lay a hand on my sister—humph, don't even think about it! As long as I'm standing here, they'll never be able to take Lilith away from here!"

"If, as they say, there truly exists a so-called deity in this world, a being who believes in the unity of all things and can save all living beings, then why is there so much suffering and torment in this world? Why are there so many natural disasters, man-made calamities, wars, and famines?"

"If such a 'deity' as they believe in truly exists, then this deity must be extremely cold-blooded and cruel, capable of indifferently ignoring so much poverty and suffering in the world. Does such a being truly deserve to be respected and loved as a 'deity'?"

Holman spoke in an excited voice, seemingly still somewhat agitated from the alcohol.

"Gods? Have you forgotten, senior brother? Our teachers taught us that we wizards never believe in that kind of thing."

Wayne said in a soft voice.

For wizards, they are seekers of truth and power.

Wizards have never been interested in gods, those ethereal and illusory beings that clearly violate the principle of equivalent exchange.

Only those charlatans in the church can use these vague and false concepts to fool the people.

But for wizards... gods? If they really exist, they can only be analyzed and observed on the wizards' lab tables, becoming experimental material.

"Haha, yeah, right, we've never believed in any gods or anything like that." Holman chuckled, then said to himself with a self-deprecating laugh, "Really... even my senior brother is confused."

"It's precisely because I later became a wizard that those guys from the Imperial White Robe Church didn't dare to mess with Lilith. Becoming a wizard is my greatest fortune!"

"However, I am too stupid. I have studied in the Black Forest City for many years, and I am still only a third-class wizard apprentice, which is the most basic level."

"If I were just a little more capable, a little more ambitious, maybe I could have protected the family, and this plague wouldn't have happened. Maybe I could have found a way to cure Lilith's eyes much sooner..."

At this point, Holman's voice became melancholic, and his eyes glistened slightly, indicating a low mood.