Late at night, in the villa of Moon Bloom, Sia poured herself a glass of ice water in the kitchen and drank it in big gulps, relieving some of the palpitations that had struck her awake. Ever since Lyle left, she had been feeling out of sorts in every way. Her biological clock was instantly disrupted. There was no one to wake her up in the morning, and sometimes sleeping too much left her feeling tired all day. Breakfast was no longer a priority. And at night, when her stomach growled, there was no one to bring her a freshly baked cake or a bowl of noodles. She would even wake up from sleep, drenched in cold sweat, a sight that inexplicably reminded Sia of the word "panting". This feeling made her incredibly uncomfortable.

As she turned to go upstairs, she noticed a silhouette of a woman with long hair standing on the stairs. "What are you doing?" Sia jumped. "Possessed by a ghost?" Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Amelia. Miss Priest turned on the crystal lamp above her head, wearing a thin nightgown that exaggerated her curves. Her smooth thighs were exposed beneath the shorts. Combined with her long black hair, it was undeniable that she deserved the title of "wet nurse" in both appearance and profession.

"Can't sleep?" Amelia asked. "Just thirsty," Sia replied. "Sia, Lyle has struck a deal with the Silver Guild through his winemaking," Amelia said as she descended the stairs. The words of Eber were quite interesting. A collaborator. But merchants were always driven by profit. And that elf, Bob, following behind her like a student. Why did she become his apprentice?

Amelia gradually became concerned about one thing. If Lyle, who was a good servant, could establish a relationship with the Silver Guild by offering them the wine he rarely used, what about others? Amelia was starting to get angry. Your roommate threw out your little dog. And the next day, when you went to look for it, you found out it had become the leader of all the stray dogs in the entire neighborhood. It didn't want to go back to the cage at all. Who should I reason with?!

"The Silver Guild?" Sia frowned. "Are you saying he's going into business?" "Sort of, do you know what this means?" "It means he's a failed Scholar," Sia sat down with her robe wrapped around her tiredly. "You're really obsessing about this." Amelia hesitated and said timidly, "Maybe he had his own reasons for being stuck on the 44th floor." Sia poured her a glass of water and asked, "When did you become so close with Lyle?" Amelia smiled slowly. "We've always been quite good." This world was not lacking in great Priests, rational, kind-hearted, and righteous. Holy Light represented the growth and warmth of all things. But it didn't mean that those who believed in the Holy Light were all pure. The species called Green Tea Shepherd Dogs truly existed. But Amelia's disguise was so perfect, or rather, no one knew what Amelia truly thought in her heart, so Lyle couldn't see through this.

Amelia shook her head. "Sia, I was thinking, maybe we should apologize to Lyle?" She wanted to say it was for Sia's sake. But knowing Sia's temperament, using "we" instead of "you" might be more acceptable to her. "I didn't drive him away, he left on his own," Sia defended herself. "Is your reputation as a princess more important than your partner?" Amelia asked hesitantly. "I just wanted him to try harder," Sia replied. "He's already doing well, he can do everything and has a good temper. Really, it's hard to find someone like him again in the future." "Then why didn't you think about this before he left Moon Bloom?""You!"

Amelia huffed, "I also want to become better!"

Flo, wearing cotton white slippers with bunny heads, rubbed her hair and sleepily came downstairs.

She slept well.

She could sleep in the morning.

She could hide under the covers and read fairy tales late at night.

No one would forcibly take her teddy bear off the bed and wash it and dry it, leaving her with nothing to hold onto at night.

Flo was already a grown-up girl.

Children they met on the street would call her "sister."

Only one annoying person was always there, talking to himself.

Do you even know that I can blow you straight up into the sky with one shot?

First, Flo looked at the two with a strange gaze, then she walked into the kitchen, "Are there any instant noodles left?"

"I finished them."

"Where can we buy more?"

Amelia shook her head, "Lyle made it himself, and he asked us to eat less of that kind of stuff."

"You just listen to whatever he says?"

Flo rubbed her stomach and rummaged through the kitchen, "I remember buying a lot of things a couple of days ago, what about the cake?"

Sia's face stiffened, "I ate the cake."

"What about the cucumber?"

"Amelia used up the cucumber."

"..."

Amelia said, "I'm putting on a face mask."

Flo couldn't find anything to eat, so she sat with her legs crossed and half of her face resting on the table, "I can't sleep without eating anything, Sia, how's the search for a Scholar going?"

The atmosphere stagnated for a moment.

After a long while, Sia spoke first, "Amelia, you came from the cathedral, write a letter to the Academy and say that Moon Bloom is recruiting Scholars."

"Forget it."

Amelia pouted, "Sia, you don't understand those people in the Academy, those annoying geniuses."

"We get to choose the people, if they're not satisfied, we'll kick them out."

Sia crossed her legs on the chair, "What are your requirements?"

"It doesn't matter if they're a Scholar or not, as long as they can cook for me."

Flo lay on the table, half-dead, and said, "Also, no nagging, or I'll blow them up."

"I haven't seen you blow up Lyle."

"With you two around, he's already miserable enough."

Amelia and Sia exchanged glances.

Sia said, "What about you?"

Amelia was silent for a moment, "Are you sure? Sia, once we take this step, Lyle will never come back."

The threshold for the Academy was very high.

When she was still in the cathedral, she had seen so-called geniuses.

Honestly, she didn't really like them.

Too greedy, not easy to control.

Amelia still preferred good-hearted people like Lyle.

No, that's not right.

She didn't have any big ambitions.

As long as the dungeon was enough, a comfortable and refined life was what she pursued.

In other words, you don't actually expect someone to treat you like Lyle, right?

Stop dreaming, Miss Sia.

Well, you could also say it's licking... Haha...

Amelia brushed her hair behind her ear and began to contemplate what she should do next.

Sia, wearing a white nightgown, just rested her chin on her knees, breathing lightly like a cat.

After a while, she slowly spoke with her eyes closed,

"Then let's find a Scholar who is ten thousand times better than Lyle."