Lillian was living in Alina’s house after she entered the Mystic Bloodline Cist, and right now, the Cist was resting in Alina’s room.

Furthermore, after getting berated by Evan and experiencing the abyssal gap between them, she becomes much more composed and pays attention to her law comprehension.

She doesn’t even have to care for the little troublemaker bird anymore, so her life is relatively peaceful. But deep down, she was still anxious about Alina and wanted to know her situation, but she was helpless.

Today, she was sitting in front of the window and looking at Eva’s house with complex emotion, and she looked at the Cist behind her and pursed her lips, “Princess, how much longer you’re going to be like this? You do know your rival is getting stronger by the second. I hate to admit it, but I think no one can beat that woman. Still, I have faith in you, and I want to punch her smug, arrogant face once you come out and suppress her!” .

She often came here and talked with Cist and shared her resentment with Alina and always hoped for a reply, but alas, it never came.

“Even your so-called lover had forgotten about you after sealing you. I wonder if he knew something and just wanted to torture me in suspense or simply get rid of me. But don’t worry, I’ll always be with you just as I vowed when I first met you.” Lillian said matter-of-factly with a hint of loneliness.

Suddenly, she heard a furious yet fearful scream, “Where am I?!”

Lillian was snapped out of her stupor before her eyes narrowed, ‘That voice… why did it sound so familiar? No… why is there an unfamiliar voice here in the first place?’

Before she could reach a sound conclusion, Cyrus’s excited voice rang, “Be good maid! You are in my nest, and now you will be my playmate, and you can’t refuse because you are my maid!”

“Y-you dare!” The woman’s voice trembled with anger and humiliation.

Lillian was bewildered by Cyrus’s commotion and became very curious about the unlucky fellow who got captured to be the little troublemaker’s maid.

She exited the house and finally spotted Cyrus jumping on an enthralling woman’s purple head. She had otherworldly features and seemed to be suppressed entirely and helpless.

Lillian’s curious expression crumbled in horror because she could tell this woman was from the hunter race.

Furthermore, her stature seemed to be highly familiar, and her voice gave her an impression that she had heard it somewhere else before, leaving a deep impression on her.

“What dare? You are my maid, and you must follow my order or…there is no food for you!” Cyrus seriously gave Margret a warning, which sounded very cute.

The Blood Ancestor Margret was on the verge of exploding. She didn’t know how that person did it, but he used something to make her feel completely helpless and terrorized. She cherished her life too much, so she gave up on all resistance, and afterward, she ended up here.

Only after she entered this place did she feel free from terror and come to her senses, and the next thing she knew was her cultivation was now suppressed, and she was in this gloomy, strange place.

The most humiliating part was the dancing bird over her head and calling her his maid, not to mention he was utterly suppressing her so that she couldn’t even move a finger. She was feeling fear from this little thing, which made her think she might’ve gone insane.

As for how this all transpired, she had no snowball clue.

At this moment, her eyes finally landed on the silver hair huntress a few meters away, looking at her with scrutiny. Margret’s eyes widened as she felt she had seen her somewhere.

But what was important was she was from her race, and she quickly yelled, “YOU! You dare to treat your ancestor like this!? Stop this charade, and I shall not punish you for your sin!”

“A-ancestor?!” Lillian felt her blood run cold as it finally occurred when she saw this woman and heard her voice.

Although she wore a veil then, she could never forget when she learned Alina’s master was the Blood Ancestor, who everyone thought had died long ago.

But how did she appear here? No, how in the world did Ace have done it?

Cyrus berated in an unhappy voice, “What ancestor? You are a maid! My maid! Little maid, now be good, and let’s play!”

Margret felt like her blood was coming towards her mouth as she heard Cyrus’s childish words and wanted to strangle the bird, but alas, she was helpless.

So, all she could do was to put her hope on the dazed huntress in front of her, “Why are you doing!? Order this little abomination to stop or…or I’ll make sure your entire clan will get exterminated!”

At this moment, Ace’s icy voice rang before Lillian could say anything, “Heh, it’s funny how you won’t even remember someone so close to your precious disciple. I guess it’s not your fault since she should be pretty insignificant in your eyes, even to be worth remembering.

“How about I’ll help you jog your memory a little and give you a clear picture of your situation? Just look at your right hand where your storage ring used to be.

Margret trembled as she felt instantly fearful of this mysterious voice. Although it wasn’t the same voice she heard in that darkness, she somehow knew it was the same person, and that fear was now installed in her very being.

At this moment, she finally looked at her pristine hand, and the next moment, her eyes winded in horror when she spotted a horned owl symbol on the back of her hand and there was a single arrogant line written between its blade-like wings with a highly familiar name.

In fact, this name was something she had come to greatly loath in the past few years…

“I took HER… Sky Stealer!”.

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