Chapter 9: My Name Is Laura?

While the storm inside Selena’s mind was raging wildly, Lucia had already taken two steps closer to her.

“Miss, have we met somewhere before?”

Lucia slightly bent forward.

Gentleness flickered within her golden eyes as she deliberately softened her voice.

“I keep feeling like I’ve seen you somewhere.”

She paused briefly.

Her posture resembled an imperial knight inviting a princess to dance.

“May I ask… once this snowstorm ends, would I have the honor of inviting you for a cup of warm black tea?”

Tea?!

Tea my ass, that sounds like a farewell tea before execution!

Selena’s entire body trembled violently.

As a proud man over six feet tall, being addressed as “beautiful miss” in such an affectionate tone nearly blasted him inside and out.

Goosebumps instantly covered his body.

“Uh, no need for tea! Thanks for saving me, but my mom’s calling me home for dinner, so I gotta go first!”

Selena’s brain short-circuited as she blurted out an incredibly terrible excuse.

Immediately afterward, she pushed hard against the snow-covered ground with both hands and turned to flee like a startled rabbit.

However—

Luo Lin’s soul clearly still hadn’t fully adapted to this newly awakened petite young dragon body.

Not to mention the exhausting battle from earlier.

And on top of that, she was wearing an extremely oversized nun outfit with a ridiculously long skirt.

After panicking and taking only two hurried steps, the tip of her left shoe perfectly stepped onto the edge of the overlong skirt.

“Yaaah—!”

Accompanied by a soft and uncontrollable cry, Selena instantly lost her balance and crashed face-first into the snow with a solid splat!

Those slender little legs wrapped in seductive white stockings helplessly flailed twice in midair.

As the skirt flipped upward, a glimpse of the snow-white absolute territory near the roots of her thighs was briefly exposed—

Only for her flushed face to immediately turn bright red as she hurriedly covered it with both hands in panic.

It hurt.

Earlier, she had clenched her teeth and endured everything just to defeat the cultist.

But now that her tense nerves had finally relaxed, the overwhelming physical pain instantly broke through the newly born silver dragon’s extremely sensitive tear ducts.

No.

She absolutely couldn’t embarrass herself in front of her mortal enemy from her previous life.

She was a man!

Thinking this, Miss Selena scrambled back onto her feet with both hands and legs.

The tip of her jade-like nose had already turned slightly red from the cold.

A layer of mist rapidly gathered within her ice-blue eyes as sparkling tears swirled at the edges, trembling but refusing to fall.

Combined with her expression of stubbornly gritting her teeth while looking pitifully wronged, she looked heartbreakingly adorable.

“I’ll definitely repay this favor. I promise.”

Aside from those words, she didn’t dare leave behind another sentence.

Lifting the cumbersome nun skirt, she stumbled awkwardly into the depths of the blizzard before disappearing like someone fleeing for her life.

Lucia remained standing there.

The hand she had intended to use to help her up remained frozen awkwardly in midair.

Watching that tiny fleeing figure run away in panic, even looking somewhat clumsy, Lucia suddenly felt as though an invisible kitten paw had lightly scratched at her heart.

A thick trace of regret flashed through her usually calm eyes.

However, she did not chase after her.

“Possessing such noble blood yet appearing alone in a wilderness like this… she must be some young lady from a hidden noble family secretly sneaking out for training.”

Lucia softly murmured.

Her travels had taught her that nobles hated having strangers pry into their secrets the most.

Push too hard, and they would only fly away forever like startled birds.

There was plenty of time in the future.

She had patience.

Lucia turned around and lowered her gaze toward the snowy ground.

There quietly lay the broken and ruined hilt of the magic weapon, Wind Flower Sword.

It was the weapon the silver-haired girl had just used to ignite her magic.

Lucia bent down.

Her slender pale fingers gently picked up the remaining hilt.

As her fingertips lightly rubbed across the surface, she noticed a somewhat flashy female name engraved in gold threads at the bottom of the handle.

—It was something Luo Lin had specially commissioned a craftsman to engrave when he bought the sword in his previous life to confess to Laura.

“Laura…”

Mozart Ducal Manor, master bedroom.

Luo Lin lay stiffly upon the soft velvet bed like a mummy wrapped completely in bandages.

Suddenly, he violently lifted the blanket and reached a trembling hand underneath.

“Huuuu—”

Still there.

Luo Lin let out a long breath of relief.

Tears nearly shot from the corners of his eyes.

“Thank god, thank god I changed back. Otherwise, my newly started perfect heavenly life would’ve ended in complete extinction!”

The moment he recalled that dark history in Mist Forest—transforming into a silver-haired flat-chested loli wearing an oversized nun outfit while engaging in close-quarters combat with someone—Luo Lin became so embarrassed he wanted to dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the ducal manor floor with his toes.

“That damned dead fatty Niu Zi! If I ever listen to your nonsense again and go to some red-light district, I’ll write my name backward!”

Luo Lin cursed through gritted teeth.

Thankfully, although Niu Zi had been smashed into a tree, the layers of fat on his body had somehow preserved half his life.

He was currently lying in the neighboring sickroom groaning weakly.

As for the maids, because Luo Lin had attracted the cultist’s attention, they escaped largely unharmed.

Creak—

Just as Luo Lin was secretly celebrating his survival, the luxurious carved wooden door of the master bedroom slowly opened a crack.

A fluffy cat-eared maid poked half her head inside and carefully reported:

“Young Master, a guest has come to visit you…”

“Not seeing them! Not seeing them!”

Luo Lin irritably waved his bandage-wrapped hand.

“Can’t you see Young Master is currently a severely disabled patient?! It’s definitely those drinking-and-whoring fox friends from the imperial capital again. They’re all around during fun times, and now they come pretending to care about me? Tell every single one of them to get lost! Young Master only finds them noisy!”

“Oh? Really?”

Before the maid could even retreat, a cold voice resembling shattered jade striking ice suddenly sounded from outside the door.

It carried a dangerous chill.

“So even this princess isn’t worthy of being seen now? Young Master Luo Lin truly has impressive authority.”

By Serah above!

That voice!

Luo Lin’s entire body jolted violently in fright.

Ignoring the pain that felt like all his bones had shattered apart, he instantly bounced upright from the bed so hard that his bandages nearly burst apart.

The door fully opened.

Alice Akshia slowly walked into the room.

Today, she wasn’t wearing her complicated royal gown.

Instead, she had changed into a relatively casual yet still beautiful pure-white off-shoulder dress.

Rather, anything looked beautiful on her.

Under the afternoon sunlight, her smooth collarbones glowed with dazzling porcelain-white radiance.

Her iconic cherry-pink long hair was loosely tied behind her head with a simple ribbon.

Several stray strands lazily rested against her slender swan-like neck.

Beneath the skirt were her evenly proportioned long legs that carried a slight softness to them.

Today, however, she had changed into thinner semi-transparent white calf socks.

The lace edges tightly clung to her creamy skin.

Paired with delicate brown leather shoes, every step she took radiated an innocent yet seductive tension that caused Luo Lin’s heartbeat to skip uncontrollably.

“A-Alice? Why are you here?”

Luo Lin swallowed nervously.

Alice didn’t answer immediately.

Her beautiful pale sakura-colored eyes slowly examined Luo Lin’s miserable appearance wrapped like a rice dumpling.

A trace of heartache flashed through her gaze.

“Hmph. I merely came by to check whether the future heir of the Mozart family was truly stupid enough to get himself beaten to death on his own family’s territory.”