It's so hard being a hero!

She paused, her gaze lingering on Frey's face for a moment.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with her?"

Frey did not answer immediately.

She picked up her teacup and took another sip, as if carefully choosing her words.

A moment later, she put down her cup, her tone still calm.

"It's not certain yet, but this person's identity is rather complicated. I suggest your college keep a close eye on him."

Roland stared at her for a few seconds, then slowly nodded.

"I see."

She didn't ask for details.

The three people present were all intelligent. Since Frey was unwilling to explain herself clearly, there must be a reason why she was unwilling to say so.

Although Roland and Frey don't usually get along, she won't deliberately contradict her on this kind of matter.

"Alright, you two rarely come all this way, so don't be in such a hurry to leave."

Roland stood up, picked up the teapot, and refilled their teacups.

"Stay for a meal. I'll have the kitchen prepare some of the Endless Sea's specialties. They're much better than the greasy stuff you eat in the capital."

Frey glanced at her but did not refuse.

"That's fine."

"What about you?"

Roland then looked at Vic.

"Don't just focus on getting a free meal. Help me water the flowers in the yard later. I've been busy observing sea monsters in the depths of the Endless Sea these past few days and haven't had time to take care of them."

Vic was about to put his teacup to his mouth when he heard this and almost choked.

"What? I'm a Saint Realm swordsman, and you want me to water your flowers? What kind of nonsense is this?"

"That's called making the best use of resources."

Roland answered confidently.

Vic was speechless.

Frey looked at his embarrassed expression and chuckled, a rare occurrence for her.

The sea breeze was still blowing in the courtyard.

Three people, whose combined age is nearly two hundred, sat drinking tea, chatting, and bickering just like when they were young.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

Meanwhile, at Tianxing Academy...

Sophia was sitting on her bed in her dormitory, looking at Evelyn who was organizing medicinal herbs on the bed opposite her, and her heart was filled with complicated feelings.

She has experienced many outrageous things in her life, including being killed by Lilith.

But this kind of scenario was something she had never encountered before.

"Um, Sophia."

Evelyn suddenly spoke, interrupting her wandering thoughts.

"Ok?"

Can I ask you a question?

"go ahead."

Evelyn put down the herbs in her hand, looked up at her, and her expression became more serious than before.

"How do you view my mother? Do you hate my mother?"

This question left Sofia unsure how to answer.

Looking at Evelyn's expectant gaze, she suddenly felt a pang of unease.

Since the other party is innocent, she can't very well say, "I hate your mother to death. Your mother killed me. I will find her and take revenge sooner or later."

Evelyn had actually come to regard her as the source of the power of light, and as a father in a certain sense.

But she hasn't figured out how to face this identity yet.

"I can't answer that question right now."

Sofia finally said this.

Evelyn paused for a moment upon hearing this, then slowly nodded.

"Ok."

She didn't ask any further questions.

She could understand; anyone would find this hard to accept.

Chapter 95: Attacking the Orc Empire?

The next few days were a bit of a struggle for Sofia.

Suddenly, another daughter appeared, the daughter of their enemy.

What made Sophia even more uncomfortable was that Evelyn's attitude towards her was getting better and better, and she was becoming more and more respectful.

Even when practicing medicine in the lab, Evelyn would come over and give careful guidance.

Or perhaps it's about finding a reason to get closer to someone.

“Um, Sophia, the temperature isn’t high enough. If it’s any higher, the medicinal herbs won’t be old enough…”

She taught very diligently, and Sophia's potion-making skills improved at a visible rate, allowing her to refine level-two potions in just a few days.

Faced with Evelyn's advances, she really didn't know how to respond.

To be honest, she didn't dislike Evelyn; on the contrary, Evelyn and Lyra were completely different personalities.

She is gentle and considerate, well-educated and reasonable, acts with discretion and never oversteps boundaries. Moreover, judging from her behavior, she is not at all like the kind of ruthless cult saintess.

Most importantly, Sophia could sense that the power of light within Evelyn was pure, without any signs of being contaminated or eroded.

The power of light is the most honest thing.

If a person commits too many evil deeds, their heart will be eroded by darkness, and the power of light within them will gradually become turbid and dim, or even completely transformed into the power of darkness.

But there was no sign of the light within Evelyn being corrupted.

Sofia leaned against the railing by the training field, staring blankly at the distant sky.

"Sofia, you're here?"

Lilia's voice came from behind her, interrupting her thoughts.

Sophia turned her head and saw Lilia running over with two girls from her class, carrying several oil paper packages in her hands.

"I brought you some new baked flatbread from the cafeteria, it smells amazing."

Lilia shoved one of the oil paper packets into Sophia's hand, then leaned close to her and asked in a low voice, "Hey, have you been preoccupied with something lately? You seem so absent-minded."

Sophia paused for a moment, then smiled.

"No, I'm just a little tired from practicing making potions."

"That's a lie."

Lilia pouted.

“You never looked like this, no matter how hard you trained before. You must have something on your mind.”

Sofia didn't reply, but simply opened the oil paper package and took a bite of the flatbread.

It smelled really good, but I didn't have much of an appetite.

Seeing that she was unwilling to talk, Lilia did not press her for details, but simply patted her on the shoulder.

"Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't. We'll tell you whenever you want to. We'll always be here for you."

Sophia glanced at her, and felt a slight warmth in her heart.

"Ah."

Lilia grinned and ran off with her two companions.

Sofia continued to lean against the railing, lost in thought, the same question churning in her mind.

What should be done with Evelyn?

If we leave her alone, she is Lilith's daughter. Who knows if she might suddenly receive some orders that would be detrimental to the academy or to her?

But if you do anything to her, she is still herself...

Sophia rubbed her temples, trying to clear her mind of these chaotic thoughts.

A week passed just like that.

That evening, Sophia had just finished showering and changed into loose casual clothes, and was sitting on the edge of the bed drying her hair.

Evelyn sat on the opposite bed, holding a book in her hands, but her gaze was clearly not on the pages. Instead, she would occasionally glance in Evelyn's direction, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Sophia noticed her unusual behavior, put down the towel, and asked directly, "Just say what you want to say, don't keep staring at me."

Evelyn's thoughts were exposed by her, so she no longer tried to hide them.

"Um, Sophia, there's something I've been thinking about whether or not to tell you."

"What is it?" Sophia frowned.

Evelyn paused for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts.

"You should know that I used to be a court pharmacist in the capital."

These words made Sophia's heart tighten slightly.

"what happened?"