CHAPTER 370: CHAPTER 215: WHO ARE YOU?_3

The young man noticed the change beneath his feet but was immediately distracted by Lindong. Sensing his distraction, Lindong raised her hand and steadied his chin, directing his gaze straight at her.

"Do you feel it’s getting hotter here?"

This time, Nightmare heard their conversation clearly, and the overly sweet voice gave her goosebumps. She found it hard to believe that this was the voice of her student. For a moment, she wanted to turn away, unwilling to face the stark reality.

Whether the young man used spells or magic potions, the effect was far beyond Nightmare’s comprehension.

There’s no spell in this world that can turn a Saint into such a state!

"It’s fine; the banquet hasn’t started yet. You should drink less."

Followed by the young man’s voice.

Hmph, sanctimonious!

He says that, but in reality, he eagerly wants Lindong to drink all that potion-infused wine, doesn’t he?

Witnessing this scene, Nightmare sneered coldly inside. She had seen too many such people in the Empire. Anyone with status loves to maintain their illusory facade, yet behind the scenes, they are far more despicable than anyone, sometimes even more so than true evil god followers.

Clearly, the young man is such a person. He might already be plotting to take Lindong somewhere tonight after getting her drunk.

Nightmare didn’t want the conversation to continue. She walked straight toward the young man along a shadowy path, aura fully unleashed, maintaining the witch’s signature smile, like the embodiment of fear in the Empire’s history.

Nightmare Witch, the embodiment of fear that extinguished the sun, once plunged people into "eternal" slumber.

The light under their feet grew weaker, seemingly about to be extinguished at any moment.

With the approaching footsteps, Lindong—her favorite student—finally turned her gaze toward her.

At the moment their eyes met, Nightmare gave Lindong a reassuring look.

Don’t panic, teacher will surely rescue you from the imperial nobles!

However, unlike Nightmare’s passionate gaze, Lindong’s eyes were filled with doubt and even subtle coldness. Her eyes scanned the approaching figure like a radar several times. Though the appearance was not bad, the makeup was too flashy. It was a royal court banquet, yet she wore black-toned clothes, which was lacking in etiquette.

This is definitely not Ethan’s type, so one can rest assured.

After completing her evaluation, Lindong began to inquire, "Is this your friend?"

She had long noticed the intersecting shadows beneath her feet.

This woman’s magic is strong.

But for some reason, when she asked, the woman’s expression suddenly froze, her face incredulous. The mysterious and confident laughter shattered like broken glass, and when Ethan also shook his head in confusion, the woman’s smile completely fell to pieces.

She appeared to lose all color, turning into shades of black and white.

Lindong disliked anyone interrupting her time with Ethan. She had taken great care in dressing for this banquet, spending an entire afternoon with the help of maids.

Unbeknownst to Ethan, beneath the somewhat heavy skirt lay a surprise.

Inside were Ethan’s favorite white tights.

Seeing the woman standing dazedly, Lindong impatiently asked, "Who are you?"

!!!

Never in her wildest dreams did Nightmare expect to hear such cold and heartless words from Lindong. Just two words shattered all her plans.

At this moment, she finally understood.

Understood what kind of hellish place the imperial city truly was.

Large-scale human trafficking, plus brainwashing organizations!

A dark, decaying, depraved den with nothing redeeming!

Now, she must end this darkness as a follower of the Evil God!

Though even Nightmare herself felt something was off, she could no longer care about those things. Lindong’s question was like a sharp knife piercing her heart, causing far more harm than any enemy she had encountered thus far.

She decided she would offer this young man’s wicked soul to the great heavenly father. But before that, she would expose the young man’s contemptible actions in front of her student.

Yet the young man took it upon himself to show her a friendly smile.

"Hello, I’m Ethan. May I ask what your business with us is?"

"Ethan?"

Nightmare trembled all over, "So, this was how you approached Lindong back then."

She was her student, surely not good at interacting with people, not good at refusing, deceived by Ethan, and drugged with a potion. Compared to the imperial nobles, her student was far too innocent.

Oh well, let her have a lesson for her student then, "Don’t look at me with such eyes. You know full well what you’ve done... You spiked these two glasses, didn’t you?"

?

The young man’s puzzled expression matched Nightmare’s expectation. She had to admit Ethan’s acting was excellent, without showing a moment of hesitation when exposed, but this also meant that it wasn’t his first time doing this. Before deceiving her innocent student, he might have deceived hundreds of girls.

He had long anticipated the moment his lies were exposed and had practiced countless times in private, only to respond with the perfect and most misleading expression when this moment arrived.