Chapter 80: Lathel and Mira - Lyra’s feeling

"Prince, what is your talent?" Mira tilted her head, curiously asking. Lathel smiled and replied: "If you want to know, then tonight I will let you know." Mira blushed, pouted and said: "The Prince is really naughty, then tonight I and Sister Selvia will try to defeat you." "Hahaha... I hope you can do it." Lathel smiled, stroking Mira’s head like a little cat. Suddenly, when Mira lowered her head, seeing something, her face that was already red now became even redder. Lathel stammered: "Sorry, earlier I kissed you a bit too much, so..." "No! No! I understand..." Mira hurriedly said: "Prince, this is not good, let me help you." "But..." He shook his head and said: "Alright, you are practicing, I cannot disturb you." "Prince..." Mira hurriedly spoke up, her face flushed red, her eyes watery full of charm: "Let me help you, just a little, okay?" As she spoke, she leaned her soft and plump body against Lathel’s, her hand gently reaching down below, touching that thing. "That..." Lathel pursed his lips, pretending to be shy: "Then... help me a little. But what if the Master comes?" "Don’t worry, she will only return in the evening." Mira said confidently. However, Lathel seemed to have sensed something, in his heart laughing satisfiedly. "Ah! Then that’s great, Mira... help me a little." "Hehehe..." Mira smiled mischievously, then knelt on the ground, beginning to serve him. Lewd sounds along with embarrassing noises echoed in the room. Outside, Lyra stood leaning her back against the door, her two hands covering her mouth, her two eyes wide open full of disbelief. Her face was flushed red, her breathing rapid as if she had just run a long distance. At first, Lyra wanted to go back to stabilize her emotions, but after returning home, she felt extremely uncomfortable in her heart, her body heating up as if having a fever. Finally, she decided to come here to help Mira practice, using this to forget what had just happened with Lathel. But when she arrived here, she witnessed another scene that was somewhat similar to the scene that had taken place in Lathel’s room. The main character was still him, but the assistant this time had changed from Lyra to Mira. Lyra pursed her lips tightly, wanting to leave, but she didn’t know why she couldn’t take a step away. In her heart, it was as if there was a voice urging her to do something extremely shameful. Lyra gritted her teeth, took a step forward, but the door was not tightly closed, still revealing a gap large enough for the lewd sounds inside to spill out. She couldn’t walk away, then, she suddenly turned her head, looking inside. "That is..." Lyra covered her mouth with both hands. Looking through the door crack, Lyra saw everything, not missing a single thing. She clearly saw what Mira was doing. She also never thought that a pure and playful girl like Mira would have such actions. Lyra swallowed a gulp of saliva, her mind wanted to leave, but her two eyes remained wide open, staring at Lathel and Mira, along with what they were doing. Lathel pretended not to know, but in reality, he already knew clearly when Lyra arrived here. He also used his spatial ability to make the door slightly ajar, helping Lyra to see clearly. This embarrassing situation continued like that, Lyra seemed to have no intention of leaving, continuing to watch until the end. "Um... mm... ah..." Mira tightly held that thing in her mouth, her throat trying to move as if swallowing something. Lathel glanced outside, his eyes as if looking towards Lyra, but he knew clearly... she had left. ... "Ha... ha..." Lyra sat on the chair, her heart beating continuously as if about to jump out of her chest. Her face was flushed red, hot to the point of almost having a fever, her two eyes watery, at the corner of her eye even flowing a tear. "Why did I stand there?" Lyra gritted her teeth, in her heart feeling extremely puzzled. "No... continuing like this is not good... I need to calm down again." Lyra muttered, then began using magic books to forget the images she had just seen. However, the more she read, the more she couldn’t concentrate. The images and moaning sounds from earlier kept lingering in her mind, making her tremble a bit. "No!" Lyra shook her head, pursed her lips, feeling her heart beating continuously, in her heart feeling extremely puzzled. "Master!" "AGH!!!" Hearing the voice from outside, Lyra startled and screamed. "Master, did I scare you?" Lyra heard Lathel’s voice, in her heart even more frightened and worried, her heart as if wanting to burst out of her chest, rushing outside. She stammered in response: "La...Lathel, what are you doing here?" "Master, I feel that after today’s incident, I feel a bit guilty, so I want to come to apologize to Master." "That... I..." Lyra gritted her teeth, in her heart extremely chaotic. She was trying to forget that matter, but when Lathel mentioned it, those embarrassing images appeared clearly in her mind again. "Don’t worry. I... I don’t mind that. Helping you is enough. You... you may go back now." "Master, do you hate me?" "Ah!" Lyra was slightly startled by Lathel’s question, biting her lip, unsure how to respond. She took a deep breath, gently clasping her hands together. A wave of magic emanated from her body, enveloping her in a calming aura. Above her head, a strange magic symbol appeared, radiating a green light before slowly fading away. Lyra opened her eyes, now calm and indifferent—just like when she first met Lathel. Outside, Lathel frowned as the system interface appeared with a new notification. **\[Ding! Lyra’s Affection Points have decreased to 50%. Please try harder, Master.]** Seeing the notification, Lathel’s eyes showed a hint of suspicion, but then he smiled and thought to himself, *’Just as I thought. This woman definitely holds a secret. With that beauty, there’s no way she plays an insignificant role in the protagonist Lucien’s story.’* "Come in!" Lyra’s cold, indifferent voice rang out. *Click!* When the door opened, Lathel stepped inside. The room was filled with books stacked on shelves against every wall. On the table were magic scrolls, bottles, and herbs used in Lyra’s magical research. She sat in her chair, wearing an indifferent and sorrowful expression as she looked at Lathel. "If you’re here about what happened earlier, don’t worry. I don’t care about it." Lathel feigned surprise, then calmly bowed and said, "Master, I have something to ask you." "Tomorrow, I will enter the Ancient Library. Is there anything I should be cautious about?" Lyra placed her finger on her chin in a graceful motion, her eyes thoughtful. "There’s no need to overthink, but do not be greedy." "What belongs to you will certainly become yours. What doesn’t, don’t force it—otherwise, you’ll pay a heavy price." "Each person can only take one item from the Library. It’s possible to take more, but only if you have the power to do so." "I only hope you can obtain one thing. Remember, focus on what suits you. Don’t chase after treasures that aren’t meant for you." Lathel nodded and replied, "I understand. Thank you, Master." "All right, now go. I need to continue my research." "Yes..." Lathel didn’t want to linger either and immediately turned to leave. After stepping out of the room, he looked up into the distance. A glint of excitement and amusement flickered in his eyes before he walked away. Inside the room, Lyra watched Lathel leave. But instead of feeling relieved, her heart grew heavier, as if a weight was pressing down on her mind. She shook her head, trying to forget everything. The magic symbol above her head continued to flicker, as if trying to assist her in erasing the memory of what had happened. She let out a deep sigh and gently tapped her forehead with her finger. Slowly, her eyes began to stabilize, no longer filled with worry or weariness. "Ah... It feels like... I just forgot something," Lyra murmured. But then she shook her head again, choosing not to dwell on it. "I don’t even know what it was I forgot. But if I chose to forget it, then it probably wasn’t anything good." She turned and walked toward her desk, but suddenly, a tear rolled down from the corner of her eye, startling her.