It's so hard being a hero!

"Don't worry, I'm not a greenhorn anymore."

Vic grinned, reverting to his usual nonchalant demeanor.

"As for you, go back to Kyle City and stay there. This is not something you need to worry about for now."

Sophia rolled her eyes.

"roll."

Vic laughed and turned to leave.

Sophia watched his figure disappear into the crowd and let out a long sigh.

She has done all she can; the rest is up to Vic and Frey.

She is only a twelve-year-old girl and does not yet have the strength or status to confront Lilith head-on.

But she had a feeling that this calm wouldn't last long.

Meanwhile, in a quiet mansion in the eastern part of the capital.

This is a mansion located deep in the eastern part of the capital city, surrounded by high walls covered with vines that completely cover the courtyard.

In the center of the courtyard stood a small building, its interior dimly lit, with only a faint candlelight shining from a window on the second floor.

Evelyn sat at her dressing table on the second floor, with an antique bronze mirror in front of her.

The frame of the bronze mirror was engraved with intricate patterns, which were not ordinary decorations but some kind of ancient magical runes, gleaming with a faint purple light under the candlelight.

She raised her hand and gently stroked the mirror.

Ripples spread across the surface of the bronze mirror, like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

After the ripples subsided, the image in the mirror changed.

It was no longer her own reflection, but a purple gauze tent.

The tent curtains swayed gently, and a large bed could be seen through the thin gauze.

On the bed, a woman with purple hair and purple eyes was lying lazily.

Her long purple hair cascaded down the bed like a waterfall, her purple eyes were half-closed, and a faint smile played on her lips.

Her beauty was breathtaking, but it wasn't the kind of beauty that people admired; rather, it was the kind that made people instinctively uneasy.

It was as if if you looked at them for just one more time, you would be drawn into those purple eyes and never be able to escape.

When Evelyn saw the woman in the mirror, her expression instantly became respectful.

She stood up, took a step back, clasped her hands in front of her, bowed slightly, and performed a standard aristocratic curtsy.

"Mother."

Her voice was soft, filled with heartfelt reverence.

Lilith's lips slowly curved into a smile.

There was an unsettling light flickering in those purple eyes.

Evelyn.

Lilith's voice was languid and alluring, each syllable carrying a magical power that could make one's bones melt.

"How's the plan going?"

"The old emperor can no longer live without my medicine."

Evelyn looked up, a hint of smugness flashing in her purple eyes.

“He needs to drink every day now; if he doesn’t drink, he feels terrible all over, like he’d rather be dead.”

"very good."

Lilith chuckled softly, reaching out to brush her long purple hair, which fell over her shoulder, in a languid and elegant gesture.

"But that's not enough."

"What does Mother mean?"

"The old emperor is just the first step."

Lilith's voice remained languid, but a sharp light gleamed in her purple eyes.

"What I want is the entire Delos Empire, with the Papacy and all the powers on this continent becoming slaves to my desires."

Evelyn's eyes lit up.

"Mother is wise."

"But now is not the time."

Lilith waved her hand, her tone becoming casual.

"A good show should be performed slowly; it loses its appeal if it's too fast."

"Yes."

Evelyn responded respectfully.

Lilith glanced at her and suddenly asked, "By the way, has the Vatican been making any big moves lately?"

"Not at the moment."

Evelyn shook her head.

"The old Pope has been living a secluded life, and nothing major has happened recently, except that today, the daughter of the previous hero, Lyra, conferred titles upon the Imperial Warriors and Holy Light Knights of the Holy See."

"Really? That guy's daughter has grown up to this extent? Then you'd better keep a close eye on that little girl." Lilith said with a strange expression.

Evelyn was puzzled; she didn't understand why her mother wanted her to pay attention to a Silver-level woman.

However, she didn't ask any further questions.

"Oh, Mother, there's one more thing."

Evelyn suddenly remembered something.

"what's up?"

"During today's investiture ceremony, I sensed an unusual fluctuation of energy at the banquet."

"Oh, tell me about it."

Lilith became slightly interested.

"A little girl with silver hair, probably around twelve years old."

"She has a very peculiar aura about her, I can't quite put my finger on it, but it makes me feel instinctively close to her, yet also a little uncomfortable."

Evelyn recalled for a moment.

Lilith was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

There was a hint of unease in that smile.

"interesting."

She muttered something to herself, then looked at Evelyn.

"Do you know why I had you keep an eye on the Papacy and the royal family?"

"My daughter doesn't know."

"Because the ninth generation hero has arrived in this world."

Evelyn was slightly taken aback.

"The Ninth Generation Hero?"

"Correct."

Lilith nodded, a glint of excitement flashing in her purple eyes.

"It was the God of Darkness who told me that the God of Fate has started to stir up fate again, and that I should be careful."

"is it?"

Evelyn fell into deep thought.

"Anyway, keep a close eye on him. If he shows up, the Vatican will definitely take action."

"clear."

Evelyn nodded solemnly.

"Alright, go ahead."

Lilith waved her hand.

"Report to me anytime if anything happens."

"Yes, Mother."

Evelyn bowed again.

The image in the mirror slowly faded away, restoring the bronze mirror to its original appearance.

Evelyn stood there, silent for a long time.

The ninth generation hero.

She murmured the word over and over, a complex emotion flashing in her purple eyes.

Chapter 30 The Heartache of an Elderly Father

The court banquet ended quickly, and by the time they returned to the Duke's mansion, it was already dusk.

Sofia thought she could finally breathe a sigh of relief, change out of the dress that made her feel so uncomfortable, and get some rest.

But she was wrong.

Upon returning, they found servants busily setting up long tables and chairs in the courtyard of the Duke's mansion.

She then learned that the Duke's mansion was going to host a banquet.

However, this time, the guests were all close friends and family, unlike the formal atmosphere in the palace, and the atmosphere was more relaxed and casual.