Chapter 213: The Gaze of Three Noble Phantasms

Violet Academy, Chief Student's Private Dormitory.

This was a single-person dormitory of extremely high specifications, paired with anti-scrying spell barriers. According to academy regulations, until Yvette graduated, this place would remain a private domain belonging entirely to her alone.

Drip...

Drip...

As the first faint rays of dawn filtered through the window and into the room, the subtle sound of water droplets became exceptionally clear within the quiet chamber.

The droplets slid slowly along the carved patterns on the wooden bedframe.

Yvette abruptly opened her eyes.

Those azure eyes were filled with confusion and absentmindedness, as though she had just been forcibly pulled from a deep dream.

The dream had disconnected.

More accurately, it had been passively terminated.

Because the man in the luxury suite had awakened.

Naturally, she had been withdrawn from that absurd dreamscape as well.

This was the first time, as the controller of a dream, that she had been completely unable to control it.

She had not even been able to leave it of her own accord.

Instinctively, Yvette stretched out an arm that still felt weak and gently rubbed her flat abdomen through her silk nightgown.

So full...

Even though she had completely returned to the Material Realm, that trembling sensation still lingered.

And whenever she recalled it, her body would involuntarily twitch a few times.

She had only wanted to gather some information...

But what was the result?

She had thrown herself in completely!

The soul imprint left behind by the legendary witch Ilysia surfaced in her mind.

【...A physique super incredibly suitable for the Witch race...】

At this moment, Yvette truly wanted to travel through time and vigorously shake her senior by the shoulders.

Were you really sure he was suitable for a race with a "baby physique" like witches?

Among the Demi-Human races of this continent—Dragon Girls, Werewolf Girls, Succubi, Dark Elves, Snake Women, Vampires, Spider Girls, Fox Girls...

Any of those races would probably end up crying for mercy after dealing with him!

Yvette covered her burning face with one hand while habitually biting the knuckle of her pale index finger with the other.

It was a unique habit she had whenever she was thinking.

The soft bed, the wooden table, the carpet, the bathing pool...

Her cheeks grew even redder.

For the Witch race, their soul structures were extremely special, almost equivalent to possessing a second physical body.

Everything their souls experienced within dreams would be fully reflected onto their real bodies with a synchronization rate approaching one hundred percent.

Toys, entanglement, potions, muffled cries...

At this moment, beneath the morning sunlight, pink heart shapes could actually be seen appearing within the girl's clear eyes.

This was not an illusion.

It was the manifestation of a witch's soul influencing her body.

It signified that her instinctive desires had been completely satisfied.

No, I can't keep thinking about it...

Yvette abruptly shook her head and forcibly cut off the embarrassing scenes surfacing in her mind.

Taking a deep breath, she removed her finger from her lips.

The spring-like warmth in her eyes gradually cooled.

She suddenly felt that the destined connection involving the “White Dragon” that her sister had divined before now seemed somewhat unnecessary and irritating.

The man Yvette had chosen was not someone fate had the right to interfere with.

The most urgent matter now was finding that “White Dragon” who was supposedly destined to fall in love with her...

And then...

Kill him.

Yvette smiled.

As long as that White Dragon died, the threads of fate would be severed.

Then she could rightfully seek out her sister, the Fate Witch, and have her forcibly alter the trajectory of fate, perfectly replacing that thread's destination with Lance's fate node.

At that point, she and Lance would become the happiest couple in the future.

Just like the story of Ilysia and Karen, their tale would be sung throughout the continent.

Imagining such a sweet future, the corners of Yvette's lips rose uncontrollably into a lovestruck smile tinged with a touch of madness.

“I really look forward to that day...”

She murmured softly before lowering her head to look at the bed sheets beneath her, which were in complete disarray.

The dripping sound was coming from the soaked edges.

She liked getting the sheets wet.

She did not like wet sheets.

The girl's pale fingertips moved slightly, and mana surged through the air.

A flash of a Zero-Ring Spell, 【Drying Spell】, instantly swept across the entire bed.

The damp bedding immediately became dry and warm again, as though nothing had ever happened.

Having failed to get a proper night's sleep, Yvette was extremely tired now.

She knew Lance would be participating in the Heroic Spirit Baptism today and would certainly have no time to pay attention to her.

Yvette wrapped herself once more in the soft blankets, curling up like a lazy cat before closing her eyes.

She intended to spend the day sleeping and fully recovering her mental energy.

Tomorrow...

She would definitely put on beautiful makeup and dress herself up nicely before meeting Lance...

Hehehe...

With her eyes closed, Yvette wore a silly smile.

Suddenly, she thought of something and opened her eyes again.

How had Ilysia known about Lance's physique?

Yvette curled herself up even tighter and bit her finger.

Did Senior Karen know about this?

...

As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the heavy velvet curtains, Lance opened his eyes upon the large bed.

Stretching lazily, he felt every bone in his body crack pleasantly.

Although that absurd dream had consumed a great deal of mental energy, the results had been surprisingly effective.

The instinctive desires that had constantly stirred within him ever since activating the Source Essence of the Red Dragon seemed to have been completely vented within the dream.

Now he felt refreshed and mentally clear.

After washing up, the maid responsible for the suite pushed in a dining cart carrying a lavish breakfast.

It was a standard aristocratic breakfast.

Freshly baked soft bread released an enticing wheat aroma, accompanied by a small jar of marigold honey jam.

The main course was a grilled Rock Sheep chop sprinkled with crushed black pepper, along with a cup of warm cinnamon sheep milk.

Seated beside the elegant walnut round table, Lance enjoyed the meal while sighing inwardly.

The extravagant lifestyle of White River City's upper class truly was capable of corrupting a person's will.

After breakfast, Lance changed back into his simple everyday clothes, left the suite, and headed directly toward the Veterans’ Institute.

Perhaps Vance had already informed the staff beforehand.

The moment Lance stepped through the hall entrance, someone immediately approached him with a broad smile.

Before long, Vance himself came hurrying over with quick little steps and a fawning expression.

“Last night's arrangements were my own presumptuous decision. I failed to consider things properly and displeased you.”

Rubbing his hands together, Vance spoke with extreme caution.

He had originally thought those charming Demi-Human girls would certainly win the young lord's favor.

After all, he possessed a special perception talent.

During their contact yesterday, he had clearly sensed that the young man held no prejudice whatsoever against Demi-Human races.

Who would have expected him to directly drive them all away?

“If you prefer a different style of entertainment, I'll make new arrangements tonight. I guarantee you'll be satisfied.”

Vance made the promise confidently.

“No need for the trouble.”

Lance rejected the suggestion.

He knew exactly what today's schedule looked like.

The Heroic Spirit Baptism would not end very late. It would probably conclude around six or seven in the evening.

After the ceremony ended, he could collect the enchanted equipment being given as compensation from the underground treasury and then head directly to the harbor to board the final ferry of the day.

White River City was prosperous, but it was not a place where he should remain for long.

Moreover, Vance's attitude was so excessively flattering that it felt abnormal.

It left Lance with an uneasy feeling.

He needed to return to Graystone Town as soon as possible and ask Uncle Ryan exactly what secret was hidden behind that Quota Transfer Contract.

Upon hearing Lance's decision to leave overnight, Vance froze briefly before immediately inventing a reasonable explanation in his head.

It seemed that the family behind this young prince maintained very strict discipline and did not allow him to linger in worldly pleasures for too long.

Understanding the hint, Vance did not continue persuading him.

Instead, he respectfully bowed and stated that he would immediately arrange a ferry cabin reservation at the harbor.

For most of the day that followed, Lance endured one tedious verification process after another.

From secondary identity confirmation to the final activation of the quota crystal panel, every step was inspected by dedicated mages.

However, everything revolved around the crystal panel.

Even if someone's identity were incorrect, these people probably would not expose it.

The entire procedure was little more than formalism.

Finally, in the afternoon—

Lance followed the guidance and entered the solemn Heroic Spirit Baptism Hall.

The spacious circular hall felt somewhat empty.

Including Lance, there were only seven or eight participants in today's White River City baptism ceremony.

This indirectly demonstrated the impact of the Summer Crown's early opening.

Very few people had managed to secure this batch of quotas.

Under the guidance of a chief priest dressed in white robes—

Lance stepped onto a rune-covered stone platform in the center of the hall.

He accepted a circlet woven from dried iris flowers and calmly placed it upon his head.

As the chief priest's deep chanting began—

The enormous spell formation on the floor of the hall activated instantly.

Brilliant mana erupted skyward.

Lance felt the entire space begin to distort violently.

At that moment, the great hall seemed to establish a tangible connection with the distant Astral Realm.

Immediately afterward—

Scenes depicting the legends of Heroic Spirits emerged and intertwined within the radiance.

He saw a wooden ship flying a tattered black sail struggling across a dark sea amidst raging storms.

He saw a Heroic Spirit battling a Hydra barehanded within a swamp.

And naturally, there were scenes of dragon slaying as well.

After those images flashed by one after another—

A powerful sensation of weightlessness suddenly swept over him.

The feeling of his soul being forcibly pulled from his body was nearly identical to the experience of accepting the invitation of Chaos, the God of Rebellion, within the Astral Realm.

【Connecting to Astral Realm frequency...】

【Large Composite Ritual Spell Formation detected: Heroic Spirit Baptism (Astral Projection) activated...】

【Instance Mode: Solo Trial】

【Rules: The trial participant must resonate with a Heroic Spirit Noble Phantasm drifting within the Astral Realm. Grasp your myth and recreate its former glory.】

【Trial Reward: Based on the original rank of the resonating Noble Phantasm (White, Green, Blue, Purple, Gold), the corresponding quality of 「Heroic Spirit Blessing」 will be granted upon completion.】

【Reading host soul traits...】

【Reading complete: Spear of the Lake (Fate Trajectory), Red Dragon (Source Essence)...】

【Warning! Three Noble Phantasms have torn through the fate of other Heroic Spirits and cast their gaze upon you!】

【A crossroads of fate has unfolded before you. Please make your choice among the following three completely different trials:】