It's so hard being a hero!

"Tsk tsk, good brother, you really do have a pure and innocent girl vibe in that girl's school uniform. Sure enough, you look much better as a man than a woman."

"Hey, on another note, what's it like wearing a short skirt? Doesn't it feel like there's a draft underneath?"

Vic's curiosity kept churning.

Sophia took a deep breath; she had to restrain herself from the urge to beat the other person up.

When Vic saw that she ignored him, he became even more enthusiastic.

"Seriously, I'm just curious. You've been a woman for twelve years now, you must have some insights and experiences, right? Would you like to share them?"

Sophia finally couldn't hold back any longer and used telepathy to reply.

"Can you please stop talking so much nonsense?"

Vic immediately chuckled and quieted down a bit, but his mouth kept chattering away.

Frey walked behind with her arms crossed, her expression seemingly calm, but the veins on her forehead were throbbing.

Because she could hear their telepathic magic.

Moreover, she heard every single word clearly.

She thought to herself: That damn Su Lan, she clearly knows she's here, yet she still criticizes her without any restraint, she doesn't treat her like a human being at all.

And that Vic too, knowing full well that she had the ability to intercept telepathic magic, he still dared to say such things to her face.

She'll make those two pay one day.

The three of them quickly arrived at the dormitory building.

Sophia stopped and turned around, saying something in a low voice.

"Wait downstairs for a moment. I'll go up and check the situation. Once I'm sure there aren't too many people, I'll open the window and you can come in through it."

Vic nodded, and the two leaned against the wall, pretending to wait for someone.

Frey stood to the side, her gaze sweeping around as if she were admiring the scenery.

Sophia quickly went upstairs, pushed open the door to room 307, and after confirming that Evelyn had not returned, she opened the window and waved to the two people downstairs.

The next moment, the two of them immediately used minimal force to fly up and enter the dormitory.

After entering, Vic took the time to look around the dormitory.

"Tsk tsk, girls' dorms are so nice, two people per room. Back in our day, four people was considered a small number."

After speaking, his gaze swept over the two beds and the desk, finally landing on Sophia.

"My dear niece, how long have you been living with her?"

Sophia's face darkened. That brat Vic was openly taking advantage of her.

But she endured it for the sake of acting.

"Just for one night."

Vic raised an eyebrow.

"You got this nervous after just one night?"

Sophia shook her head.

"The power she possesses is so strange; I always feel like something's not right."

Frey ignored their nonsense and began setting up the formation after entering.

She raised her right hand, which glowed with different colored lights, and quickly drew intricate magical patterns on the ground, walls, and ceiling.

Soon, the patterns spread out like living things, weaving into a dense magical network, and finally converging into a magic circle in the center of the room.

"Alright, this is a multi-dimensional spatial isolation array, plus three layers of seals and a layer of soundproof barrier."

Frey withdrew her hand.

"Even if you're from a sacred realm, once you're in, don't expect to get out easily."

Vic glanced around at the magical runes hidden in the air and whistled.

"Tsk tsk, that's ruthless. This formation is really luxurious for dealing with a diamond-level girl."

Sophia also sensed the strength of the formation and felt much more at ease.

The three of them found their places to stand. Vic leaned against the wall by the door, arms crossed, looking like he was watching a show with a relaxed air.

Frey sat down on the edge of Sophia's bed, her posture elegant, her gaze calm as she looked towards the doorway.

Sofia stood by the window, also waiting.

Not long after, footsteps came from the other end of the corridor. The footsteps grew closer and stopped at the door of room 307.

The doorknob turned, and then the door was pushed open from the outside.

Evelyn walked in.

She was holding a pharmacy textbook in one hand and a bag of herbs she had just bought in the other.

When she entered, she had a relaxed expression on her face, as if she could finally take a breather after a busy day.

However, the moment she stepped across the threshold, she felt as if she had crashed into an invisible wall, and her body suddenly froze.

The scene in the room hadn't changed, but she could clearly feel that the surrounding space was locked, and she couldn't sense any outside presence, as if she had been thrown into a box isolated from the world.

Evelyn's pupils suddenly contracted, and the textbook and medicine bag in her hands fell to the ground at the same time. Instinctively, she wanted to release her magic to resist.

But it didn't work.

The suppressive force of the triple sealing formation surged from all directions, like countless invisible hands pressing down on her limbs and shoulders, making it impossible for her to move even a finger.

She opened her mouth, as if to shout something, but the sound seemed to be blocked in her throat and she couldn't make a sound.

"Don't bother."

Frey's voice came from beside the bed, calm and cold.

She stood up, walked slowly to Evelyn, and looked at her coldly.

Her eyes held no emotion, only a cold indifference as if she were scrutinizing her prey.

Evelyn's body trembled slightly, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

She could feel how terrifying the woman in front of her was; the oppressive feeling was like a mountain pressing down on her head, making her unable to even muster the thought of resisting.

Frey raised her right hand and grabbed Evelyn by the neck, pressing her against the wall behind her with a slight pressure from her fingertips.

Evelyn's back slammed against the wall with a dull thud, and a look of pain crossed her face.

"Little girl, I have a question for you."

Frey's voice was low and cold, each word sounding as if it were being squeezed out from between her teeth.

What is your relationship with Lilith?

Evelyn was being choked and couldn't speak; only faint gasps could be heard coming from her throat.

Who are you?

Frey continued to ask.

"What exactly are you trying to do by infiltrating the Empire and sneaking into Tianxing Academy?"

The room was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Vic leaned against the door, his carefree demeanor gone, his gaze fixed on Evelyn with a scrutinizing look.

Sofia stood by the window, her fingers slightly clenched, but her face remained expressionless.

Evelyn's lips trembled slightly, and complex emotions flickered in her purple-gold eyes.

There was fear and struggle, and something else that was hard to explain.

She opened her mouth and finally managed to squeeze out a few words.

"I."

But just then, Sofia suddenly spoke up.

"Wait a moment."

Frey loosened her grip slightly, turned to look at Sophia, and frowned slightly.

"what happened?"

Sophia walked up to Evelyn and looked her straight in the eyes.

"Don't rush to kill her."

“There’s a strange power about her, and I want to figure out what it is first.”

Frey narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Strange power?"

Sophia nodded, moved closer, and asked, "Evelyn, what exactly is the power of light within you?"

Evelyn paused, a hint of surprise and confusion flashing in her purple-gold eyes.

Although he knew Sophia was no ordinary person, he never imagined that she would be able to find such a powerful ally to deal with her at the academy.

To be able to set up such a terrifying formation without fear of being detected by Tianxing Academy, the opponent must be a Saint Realm mage.

"I was born that way."

Sofia stared into her eyes for a few seconds, as if trying to determine whether she was lying.

Then she took a step back and looked at Frey.

"She does indeed possess a very high purity of light power."

Frey's expression changed slightly.

A moment of silence fell over the room.

Frey loosened her grip on Evelyn's neck slightly, but the sealing formation still firmly suppressed her.

"An innate power of light?"

Frey repeated the word, her gaze falling on Evelyn as if she were re-examining her.