CHAPTER 39: JEALOUSY

"A?" Still groggy from sleep, Losiya couldn’t quite make out what the other person had come for at first — she didn’t even recognize who Myris was. It felt like punching a cotton ball; Myris’s delicate face, full of grievance, puffed up slightly.

She examined Losiya from head to toe with clear disdain in her eyes.

Her supernatural talent isn’t bad, but if she keeps indulging in these kinds of lowly pleasures, she’ll never even touch upon the laws of the Holy Domain, let alone reach it.

Is this really what Lady Catherine taught her?

Losiya, on the other hand, paid no attention to the change in Myris’s gaze and curiously looked her over in return.

Silver hair was very rare in the Sakura Roland Empire. Most cases came after illness. Losiya had heard that the Moonlight Elves in "The Song of Forest" also had this same shade of silver hair.

Before, she had just taken that as an interesting anecdote. But after truly seeing and experiencing that "special charm" up close, she realized one of the things she was most fascinated with about Julian was that long, smooth silver hair of his.

Coupled with Julian’s refreshing, subtle body scent, not just last night, but every night since she had claimed him, she always clung to him in her sleep. Unconsciously, she’d burrow into Julian’s shoulder, her fingers playing with his strands of hair.

Having just left the warm bed, Losiya was still reluctant to part with Julian when she saw another silver-haired figure appear before her. She blanked out for a moment.

Sensing something strange in Losiya’s eyes, Myris frowned and took a step back.

Luckily, Losiya quickly returned to her senses. Aside from the silver hair, Myris and Julian were vastly different. After absentmindedly reaching out as if to confirm something, her interest quickly faded. The girl in front of her was clearly just a young maiden.

"You came looking for me for something?" Now fully awake, Losiya frowned and asked.

Whoever tossed her into the manor without telling her a thing really had no sense of propriety.

As Losiya grew increasingly impatient, Madam Catherine finally stepped forward to explain things in detail.

Only after hearing that Myris had broken into her estate in the middle of the night — even getting as far as the dungeon — did Losiya furrow her brows and scrutinize Myris once more.

Starting from her silver hair downward: delicate features, a smooth goose-egg face, her right eye was a glacial blue, while her left was hidden beneath bangs and couldn’t be seen clearly.

She wore a long platinum-colored robe that nearly touched her ankles, embroidered with the Church’s distinctive patterns — ornate and ancient.

"Someone from the Holy Light Church?" Losiya asked.

Myris continued to gaze at her with disdain, saying nothing.

Losiya chuckled coldly. "Are you mute, or just illiterate?"

Myris was just about to retort when Madam Catherine quickly stepped in to prevent further escalation.

"She’s the saint I told you about — her name is Myris. She used to be my student."

Losiya raised a skeptical brow. "What’s the Church’s Holy Maiden doing in my territory? And sneaking around like a thief, no less. Do I have some hidden treasure here or what?"

"You, who only think with the lower half of your body, of course wouldn’t know anything." Myris finally spoke, her voice as light as a nightingale’s.

Losiya didn’t get angry — her eyes narrowed slyly as she stared at Myris. "Seems like you’ve hated me since we met. Did I ever offend you somehow?"

Though she was a noble countess, before a Holy Maiden of the Church, she still had to show deference. Which only made her want to "win by reason" even more.

"If I’ve done anything to offend Your Holiness the Saint, I ask your forgiveness," Losiya said, ending with a tone that dripped with mockery.

She really wanted to see how this saint, who clearly had no ground to stand on, would respond.

Myris’s expression faltered. Of course she had her reasons for disliking Losiya — but those weren’t things she could say aloud.

"It’s like this. Myris wants to take Tania away." In the end, it was Catherine who stepped in to help Myris out.

"Tania? No way... Why?" Losiya’s mind shifted quickly. Though she hadn’t seriously considered it before, this was a chance to probe deeper.

The main reason she kept Tania around was for revenge. But now, Losiya realized that it had grown boring. The only remaining value in Tania lay in the secrets she held — secrets tied to her family and the "Illusory Demon Flower".

Now that Myris had shown up, Losiya suddenly realized she could get the benefits without offending the Desmond family at all.

So why not go along with it?

"She’s on the list of the Inquisitors from the Heretic Arbitration Bureau."

Hearing the name "Heretic Arbitration Bureau," even someone as proud as Losiya couldn’t help but frown. It was the most secretive branch of the Holy Light Church, its list of targets as classified as that of the Holy Key Knights.

Unlike the righteous, awe-inspiring Holy Key Knights, the Heretic Arbitration Bureau worked in the shadows — striking silently, eliminating heretics in the dark corners of the world.

Hearing that Tania had landed on their list, Losiya actually started to feel sorry for her.

Being in her hands was already like being half-dead. But falling into the Tribunal’s grasp? That was a fate worse than death.

"What heresy did she commit?" Losiya asked.

"Communicating with demons," Myris replied flatly.

"Alright, let’s find a room and talk this over properly."

Hearing this, Myris let out a quiet sigh of relief. She had feared that Catherine might make her apologize to Losiya in person. Unexpectedly, Losiya didn’t pursue the issue of the night intrusion at all.

"Then let’s go," Myris said, her tone softening a little.

Just as the three of them were about to leave, a figure stepped out from one of the rooms.

Myris’s gaze swept over — and then froze.

Julian stepped out quietly, wearing only an oversized white shirt that barely covered his thighs. His pale, slender calves were exposed underneath — shapely and graceful.

His usually well-groomed silver hair was now tousled and sticking up. Lipstick marks were still faintly visible on his face. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing an alluring collarbone — with red marks on it impossible to ignore.

He held a pillow, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Losiya Sister, who’s here?"

It seemed he thought everyone in the manor was trustworthy, because he looked completely unguarded.

But no one had expected a surprise guest like Myris — who now took in every inch of Julian’s lazy, flirtatious posture and delicate expression.

Losiya’s eyelid twitched violently. She stepped forward, scooped Julian up, and dragged him back into the room.

From inside, muffled sounds of Julian begging for mercy could be heard, followed by the thud of him being thrown onto the bed.

Catherine’s expression grew slightly awkward. Myris, meanwhile, stared at the closed door. In truth, she hadn’t seen much of anything just now — but she couldn’t stop thinking about Julian’s right eye, replaced by that strange white flower.

Her breath quickened for a moment, then quickly calmed.