Chapter 1204 - 193: Bayonetta and Ilya’s Training Rivalry and Legendary Level Ring - Rainbow Light Sanctuary_2

Chapter 1204: Chapter 193: Bayonetta and Ilya’s Training Rivalry and Legendary Level Ring - Rainbow Light Sanctuary_2

However, when her gaze moved past Su Li and fell on Ilya, standing half a step behind him holding a tea tray, that trace of alienation instantly solidified, then was replaced by an indescribable shock.

Bayonetta’s pupils slightly contracted, her breath seemed to halt for a moment.

She had always had absolute confidence in her appearance. The bloodline of the Moon Priestess endowed her with a cool and noble temperament, and thirty years of care had left her face as captivating as ever. She always believed that Su Li took such pains to approach her, even risking bringing her out of Marle Castle, not only for political gain but largely also out of a desire for her beauty. This was one of her internal wagers, as well as a dependance for seeking security in a new environment.

But... this white-haired girl in front of her...

It was a beauty beyond the understanding of the mortal realm. Pure white hair seemed to gather the essence of all the moonlight in the world, her cold features were as exquisite as if carved by the hands of a deity, and her demeanor carried an ethereal air untouched by the world. Bayonetta, proud of her looks and temperament, found herself for the first time experiencing a sense of... being outshone?

Beside Su Li... even a maid... is of this caliber?!

A tremendous sense of disparity struck Bayonetta. She instinctively retreated half a step, her fingers unconsciously clenched the window lintel, knuckles slightly pale. An unprecedented sense of crisis and urgency surged in her heart. Her previous confidence in her "wagers" seemed laughable at this moment.

Su Li keenly noticed the change in Bayonetta’s gaze and her brief loss of composure. He immediately understood that this must be the crucial reason Hilude arranged for Ilya to care for her.

Yet his expression remained calm and he spoke gently, "Madam, are you comfortable living here? Although it’s not as luxurious as Marle Castle, it’s at least peaceful."

Bayonetta snapped back to reality, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in her heart, her face quickly forming a slightly stiff yet still elegant smile, "Very... very good, thank you, Lord, for the thoughtful arrangement. It’s... very quiet here." Her voice was slightly lower than usual, carrying a barely perceptible awkwardness.

Her gaze couldn’t help but drift again to Ilya.

Ilya seemed oblivious to any unusual gazes, holding the tea tray, she walked soundlessly to the small round table beside Bayonetta, her movements smooth and graceful as she placed the tea snacks down, then lightly slid the perfectly warm cup of floral tea to an appropriate spot before Bayonetta. The entire process flowed seamlessly, imbued with an ingrained sense of etiquette but without seeming overly staged.

"Please enjoy the tea, Madam." Ilya’s voice was clear and calm, like a mountain stream.

Bayonetta looked at the cup of tea before her, then at Ilya’s flawless, calm face, and the urgency in her heart intensified. This maid, it was one thing to be stunningly beautiful, but even her servitude skills were so... impeccable?

"Ilya will be responsible for taking care of your daily needs," Su Li introduced at the right moment, "She was sent by Prince Philis, works steadily. If you need anything, feel free to instruct her."

"Yes, thank you, Lord." Bayonetta picked up the teacup, her fingers feeling the warmth from the cup wall, yet she felt a bit cold inside. She strived to maintain outward composure, slightly nodding to Ilya, "Thank you, Miss Ilya."

"It is my duty, Madam." Ilya slightly curtsied, her posture impeccable.

Su Li’s gaze slowly swept over the two exceptional beauties.

Bayonetta, the Moon Priestess who had just escaped the opulent cage, retained an expression of shock and a subtle strain in her brows, like a disturbed orchid, forced to remain calm yet unable to hide the light tremor of its petals. The intense sense of crisis induced by Ilya’s presence made her eyes flicker with a flame almost desperate, fragile yet alluringly determined.

Meanwhile, Ilya was as pure as new snow, as cool as moonlight. She stood quietly by the side as if a flawless jade sculpture. But Su Li clearly remembered that blush on her cheeks earlier, recalled her voice quivering with subtle ripples when she whispered "miss you." Beneath that ingrained etiquette was total submission to him, the Lord, and... a shy anticipation.

Two contrasting forms of beauty, two equally soul-stirring charms, were now both stirred by him. An intense desire to possess and control spontaneously arose in Su Li’s heart. The sunlight outside was just right, casting mottled shadows through the intricate window lintel, bathing the interior in warmth and brightness, as if igniting some secret flame within him.

"The tea snacks are quite exquisite." Su Li suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of languid amusement, breaking the delicate silence indoors. He walked slowly to Bayonetta, not looking at the teacup in her hand, but instead extending a finger with undeniable meaning, lightly lifting her smooth chin.

Bayonetta’s body slightly stiffened, her breath held for a moment. She could clearly feel the warmth and power of Su Li’s fingertips. His deep eyes were close, burning with undisguised desire, making her heart race wildly, blood seemingly rushing to her cheeks. The anxiety caused by Ilya was now replaced by more primal, urgent emotions – she must seize him!