Chapter 1892 - 519: Forgot the Beginning, Forgot the Middle, Forgot the End_5

They didn't come this time to discuss state affairs; if they continue talking, the topic will once again drift toward Thunder City University.

That would completely go off track.

Lady Antonie's actions played right into Mia's hands; she hadn't finished memorizing the essay from last night and was waiting for Lord Demon King to quiz her.

She slightly lowered her eyelids; her long lashes cast a shadow under her eyes as she spoke in a tone tinged with a bit of nostalgia, softly recounting.

"Father left me a substantial inheritance, and my brother has always adored me. Aside from the noble title, he left nearly all the family's liquid assets to me."

"He truly is a generous man," Edward remarked emotionally.

"Yes, thanks to my brother's care, I've always lived quite well. I had thought I would spend my life alone with those paintings, harboring the memory of my father, until that day—at the Spring Art Exhibition at the Academy—I met the person who changed my destiny."

At this point, Mia raised her head, and her mismatched eyes shimmered with a hazy brilliance, as if she were immersed in a beautiful memory.

Edward, initially relaxed, suddenly felt his heart leap into his throat and instinctively spoke.

"This gentleman... could it be?"

Mia nodded slightly, a faint blush painting her exquisite face, as she gazed tenderly sideways.

"Indeed, it was Mr. Colin."

Imitating Edward's tone when he shared the amusing stories of meeting his wife, Mia slowly narrated that youthful past.

She met the talented Mr. Colin at the art exhibition; they connected through their shared understanding of art. Just as feelings began to bloom, Mr. Colin suddenly left to pursue the truth of magic at the Academic State, disappearing without even leaving a farewell note.

"...I searched for you everywhere, scoured the entire Holy City, asked nearly all my friends, yet I never thought you'd be hiding here."

Her pink eyes brimmed with tears, a mix of sorrow and lingering attachment, so much so that even Lady Antonie was moved by this genuine emotion.

By Saint Sis above...

What profound love this girl possesses.

Thinking back to how she had agreed in the carriage to assist her husband in tearing this couple apart, Antonie hid her mouth, feeling a deep sense of guilt for that unwarranted evil thought.

Edward's smile too appeared strained, his mind in turmoil, worldly ambitions wrestling with faith and morals.

Erin...

Your brother has tried his best, but ultimately, you must put out this fire yourself.

Edward made up his mind.

The only thing he could do for his sister was to increase support for the Salvation Army and the Holy Light Council, swiftly leverage local Twilight Province forces to counterbalance the Kingdom's power, reinforce the victories of the Northern Relief Army, and free Erin from her mission in Twilight Province.

The one who tied the knot must untie it.

In matters of emotion, as an outsider, he really shouldn't interfere.

Seeing Mia's eyes filled with grievance, Luo Yan felt sweat start to form on his back, always thinking her gaze didn't seem like an act.

He coughed slightly, hastily reciting his part from the script.

"Miss Yaya's pursuit was simply too passionate; at times, I truly didn't know how to respond, sorry... I chose to leave without saying goodbye."

Although the script given by the Hell Intelligence Bureau indeed read that way, when his dear Luo Yan politely declined in front of outsiders, Mia still felt a pang in her heart.

The folks at the Hell Intelligence Bureau really were terrible, assigning her this damned script of unrequited love!

Could they not write a story where two people fall in love at first sight, inseparably attached, sweetly immersed in a tender embrace, with Mr. Colin giving up an entire forest for her... leading to a shamelessly blissful married life?

Demons, just downright malicious!

To be honest, the demons writing the script had their own struggles.

They certainly didn't dare to offend the Padric Family, nor did they dare upset the influential Luo Yan. Who could tell what was going on in the mind of that figure?

Moreover, this script was personally directed by Mr. Karamos.

The gentleman took an unusual interest in such trivial tasks, passionately demanding the story be twisted as much as possible!

By Bayele above, they'd never heard such an outrageous request before; writing scripts for widows was easier since you could invent anything about the dead.

The agents at the Intelligence Bureau reluctantly revised several times until Mr. Karamos finally nodded without leaving any glaring flaws.

To this day, the intelligence personnel from Hell are still rebounding from cleaning up for this young master in the Imperial's Holy City.

After all, "Miss Yaya Mitiya, passionate about sponsoring abstract art," was something you could invent on the spot, whereas signed artworks and art exhibitions needed actual silver to back them up.

"...You clearly know, what I want to hear is not an apology."

Mia gazed tenderly at Luo Yan, her fervent emotion like a dense web, leaving no escape.

She seemed to have gotten too deeply into character.

Just when Luo Yan was contemplating how to help this still inexperienced "rookie investigator" wrap up the tale, Mia's subsequent reaction took him by surprise.

Her affectionate gaze didn't linger or entangle but deftly withdrew after a successful tease, returning with poise to its original trajectory.

"Of course, I likewise won't compel you to choose me; my feelings for you are not so shallow nor cheap."

The sorrowful expression transformed back into elegance, as she gracefully picked up the teacup for a sip, using the guise of Yaya to unleash that All-out Strike with straightforward honesty—

"You will fall in love with me."

Miss Yaya Mitiya never doubted her own charm.

Whether standing on the deck, gazing at Thunder City, or sitting in Professor Lillith's classroom, it was the same; now facing the young rascal from the Colin Family and the Hero from the Campbell Family, it was still the same.

The only difference was, this indeed was the first time she had declared such confidence.

That bold confession not only reddened Mia's own ears but also flushed Lady Antonie's cheeks, reviving her eyes with excitement.

By Saint Sis above... this is far more captivating than the theater on Queen Street!

Although out of political and emotional allegiance, she supported her sister-in-law, this daringly heartfelt girl was absolutely to her liking.

After all, she made the leap across the whole Vortex Sea for her sweetheart, arriving alone in this unfamiliar countryside!

Is there a story more heart-pounding than this?

If only she were Colin, she certainly would accept this earnest declaration!

Luo Yan looked at Mia in surprise.

Unexpectedly, that not-so-smart underachiever turned out to be naturally gifted, exquisitely performing just acquired script with great skill.

Also—

He had to admit.

Mia, who always fell prey to his banter, indeed managed to reverse the situation on the evil Demon King for a moment.

Watching the wavering lady and the seemingly falling Prince Colin, Duke Edward could no longer sit still.

His face squeezed out a dignified yet anxious smile, sounding the retreat horn for Erin, who remained oblivious throughout.

"Perhaps we should discuss lighter topics, such as that abstract art. I'm quite interested; might you elaborate?"

No more discussing!

Should Erin discover he orchestrated a meeting between Prince Colin and Miss Mitiya, he might truly not know how to face his sister.

Just then, from the garden came a loud "clang," as if something heavy flew out... probably the hedges, hopefully not his son.

Edward instinctively glanced out the window, while Lady Antonie completely remained absorbed, her watery eyes fully focused on Miss Mitiya.

Mia placed the trembling teacup back on the porcelain plate, forcibly restraining her heart from leaping out of her chest, raising her face already reddened nearly to the point of bleeding.

"Of course, when it comes to abstract paintings, one cannot help but mention abstract paintings... It's indescribably abstract, I-I-I..."

Doomed!

Her lines—

The beginning, the middle, and the end all completely forgotten!