diskusbooks Chapter 111 Lyra, You Can Do It!
Chapter 111 Lyra, You Can Do It!
On a summer night, the moonlight is warm and gentle.
Lyra stood outside Lynn's treehouse, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.
She took several deep breaths and then looked down to check her outfit again—
She deliberately changed into a lighter, pale purple silk mage robe, underneath which...
Ok.
Following some unspoken manual guidance, a vacuum state was chosen.
At this time, Leila was wearing light makeup.
Her long brown hair was carefully combed and loosely tied up at the back of her head, with a few strands hanging down her neck.
She also secretly sprayed some of the magical perfume she had swiped from her teacher, Veritas, which was said to enhance her allure.
"To repay my teacher's kindness... Laila, you have to be brave... Laila, you can do it... Keep going." Laila murmured to herself, encouraging herself.
When her teacher, Veritas, brought her here, she explicitly hinted that she should "serve the Prophet well," and Lyra was mentally prepared.
But when it actually happened, Leila couldn't help feeling uneasy.
Countless mini-dramas were already playing out in her mind: by candlelight, the prophet gently exchanging magic, and then the atmosphere gradually warmed up... or to be more direct, the prophet revealed his "true colors," and then... ahhh, I can't think about it!
"But... but I'm really not ready yet..." Leila hesitated.
"I heard it hurts a lot the first time... Even someone as amazing as my teacher couldn't handle it, I... I definitely can't..."
She missed Hill terribly at that moment; if Hill were with her, she would rather die.
At least you'll have someone to keep you company and share the stress.
But Lynn made it clear that "no need".
"Could it be... that the Prophet plans to favor one after another, or perhaps he will dote on me alone, like in those novels..." Leila's face was burning hot.
She lingered at the door for a full ten minutes until Lynn's voice came from inside the treehouse: "Lyra? Come in when you're here. What are you doing loitering around the door?"
"Coming, coming!" Leila jumped, and forced herself to push open the door.
The scene inside the treehouse stunned her.
The expected ambiguous candlelight did not appear; the glowing mushrooms were perfectly normal.
Lynn was sitting on a chair by the bed, holding a wet towel in her hand.
And on the bed—
A stunningly beautiful young woman was lying there.
Her long, light blue hair cascaded down her pillow like a waterfall, with a few strands clinging to her smooth forehead.
Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, and her long eyelashes drooped down, casting faint shadows on her eyelids.
Her features were so exquisite that they seemed otherworldly; even with her eyes closed, one could sense her aloof and ethereal aura.
She was covered with a thin blanket, only revealing her shoulders in a white nightgown, but even so, she was so beautiful that Leila, who was also a woman, was breathless.
Who is this...?
Lyra had never seen a girl with such a face in Silver Dew Settlement.
Even the most beautiful elves seem to pale in comparison.
Then she saw Lynn's actions—he was gently wiping the fine sweat from the girl's forehead with a damp towel, his movements incredibly tender, his eyes full of concern.
A thought uncontrollably rushed into Leila's mind.
Could it be... that the Prophet... likes this kind of thing?!
Three people together?! And I'm expected to watch from the sidelines, or... participate?!
Together with Hill...
Leila could accept it, after all, the two of them knew each other very well...
But being with this beautiful stranger made Lyra feel a little awkward...
Leila's face flushed instantly, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, and she stammered, her voice barely audible:
"My lord Prophet...you...you're planning to...the three of you together?"
She was so embarrassed she almost evaporated on the spot: "W-wasn't that a little too... too much...?"
Lynn turned around upon hearing this, looking completely bewildered: "What? Three people together?"
He was completely out of sync with Lyra's train of thought.
Leila, however, thought he was pretending to be confused on purpose, playing some kind of role-playing game.
After all, some stories have described how some important figures enjoy this kind of "pretending not to know" act.
She took a deep breath, and with a tragic sense of "I'm going all out for my teacher!" she walked over with stiff steps.
When Lynn saw her coming over, he assumed she was there to discuss serious matters, so he patted the armrest of his chair, thinking that Lyra would bring over a stool to sit down: "Come over here quickly, I have something to tell you."
"Uh, ugh..." Leila responded nervously, her heart pounding in her chest.
Then, under the gaze of Lynn and Leah, who had just woken up in bed and was opening her platinum-grey eyes—
Lyra gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and sat sideways on Lynn's lap!
An eerie silence fell over the treehouse.
Lynn: "???"
Leah: "???"
Leila kept her eyes tightly shut, her cheeks as red as ripe tomatoes, her body as stiff as a piece of wood, waiting for "next instructions".
She could even feel the warmth emanating from Lynn's thigh and the sound of her own heart pounding.
A few seconds later.
Lynn's voice rang out, filled with disbelief, shock, and confusion: "No. Lyra, why are you sitting on my lap??"
"Huh?" Lyra opened her eyes in confusion and turned to look at Lynn's face, which was so close to hers.
The prophet's expression...
It didn't seem like anticipation, but rather pure bewilderment and surprise?
At this moment, Leah on the bed was fully awake.
She propped herself up to sit up, the thin blanket slipped off, and her long, light blue hair swayed slightly with the movement.
Her platinum-gray eyes calmly looked at the unfamiliar purple-eyed female mage sitting on her brother's lap, then at her brother's expression that seemed to say, "Who am I? Where am I? What happened?"
Leah's voice was cold and calm, revealing no emotion, yet it sent a chill down Lyra's spine instantly:
"Brother, can you introduce me? What's your relationship with this lady?"
She emphasized the word "again".
"Just an ordinary subordinate!" Lynn blurted out, then frantically tried to push Lyra away. "Lyra! Get up! What's wrong with you?!"
"Ah! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!!" Leila then realized that she might, probably, seemingly... have made a huge misunderstanding!
She sprang up from Lynn's lap as if she'd been electrocuted, staggering backward and nearly tripping over her own robe.
Leila's cheeks were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and she wished she could dig a hole and bury herself right then and there.
"I...I thought...Your Excellency, you summoned me here because...because..." Leila stammered, feeling utterly ashamed and furious.
"What are you talking about? I called you here to talk about serious business!" Lynn quickly stopped her from continuing.
When Leah asks where she came from, she can't very well say she was a maid sent as part of her dowry by a concubine.
"Ahem." Lynn coughed twice and said seriously.
"I asked you to come in the evening because the data wasn't ready during the day!"
"Waaah... I'm so sorry..." Laila covered her face with her hands, feeling like she had lost all face for the rest of her life tonight.
She peeked through her fingers at Leah on the bed and saw that the stunningly beautiful girl was looking her over with those unnaturally calm eyes. She immediately felt even more like dying.
Lia glanced at Lyra, whose face was flushed and who wished she could disappear on the spot, then at her brother who looked helpless, and tilted her head slightly.
She seemed to understand something, and the corners of her mouth curved almost imperceptibly, but she quickly regained her composure.
"elder brother."
"Is this Sister Lyra the mage who came to help us build the city?"
Leah spoke softly, breaking the awkward silence.
"Yes, her skills are amazing." Lynn quickly steered the conversation back on track when he heard Leah's question.
"Layla, stop covering your face, come here and sit down—there's a chair over there!"
He specifically emphasized the word "stool".
Lyra then lowered her hand, carefully moved a stool, and sat at least two meters away from Lynn, not daring to lift her head.
Lynn sighed and took out several thick rolls of blueprints from a wooden box beside the bed.
"The misunderstanding just now... never mind, let's not talk about it anymore." Lynn waved his hand.
"Let's get down to business. Leila, look at this."
He unfolded the first drawing.
The diagram above is extremely complex, consisting of countless tiny lines and nodes, with densely packed rune formulas and dimensional data labeled next to it.
Lyra was, after all, a top-tier mage, and her curiosity immediately overcame her sense of shame.
She leaned closer, her violet eyes fixed intently on the blueprints.
"This is... some kind of ultra-miniature composite rune array?" She quickly realized what it was, but her brows furrowed.
"But the structure is too dense, a hundred times more precise than our smallest detection array... Only a King-level micro-sculptor can achieve this level of precision, but the cost..."
"This wasn't carved by a magician; it was done mechanically." Lynn picked up a design drawing, which was a blueprint for a lithography machine that embodied the scientific wisdom of Earth.
Leila took the drawing.
A moment later, all her shyness was replaced by shock and excitement.