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After the Tuesday morning classes ended, Isabel routinely came to have lunch with Aiwass.

Isabel had many things she wanted to share with Aiwass. From last Friday till today, the two hadn't seen each other for a full four days, and topics had piled up.

If it were before, Isabel had no concept of time. To her, every day's life was an endlessly repeating cycle, with no anticipation for a particular day in the future.

But now things were different. She looked forward to advancing with Aiwass, to adventuring in the Dream Realm and experiencing another life together; she also looked forward to chatting with Aiwass and sharing interesting things from their recent lives.

Even though such sharing occurred every day, the content was always completely different.

Isabel used to quite like the weekends because every weekend, she could stay quietly in the Hall of Silver and Tin, without having to talk to anyone. She would sing, paint, play instruments by herself, and time would fly by in the blink of an eye.

That sense of peaceful solitude could always heal her weary spirit.

Now, as the weekend approached, Isabel would become anxious. For the next several days, she wouldn't see Aiwass, and she had gradually become accustomed to conversing with others. Once one adapts to such a life, one begins to understand loneliness.

Therefore, Isabel would seriously prepare a notebook, on which she planned possible conversation topics. She and Aiwass were not in the same faculty, so they only had those three hours at midday to reliably meet, and even the afternoons might be unavailable—often, one of them would suddenly be occupied.

This resulted in her sometimes missing the topics she had thought of. She might encounter something interesting the night before or in the morning, but forget to mention it when they met, only to remember it after they parted, and by the next chat it would already be a day later... After this happened a few times, Isabel began to take notes, to plan and prepare for their chatting sessions, recording questions she thought of, or interesting things she wanted to talk about.

Just last night, she heard that Aiwass had brought his sister to the school. Isabel became curious then because she knew beforehand that Aiwass's sister was frail and sickly, rarely going out.

Now that she suddenly came out, her illness must have finally improved, right?

Isabel was quite curious about Aiwass's sister, as Aiwass often brought up "Yuli" in conversation. Although Isabel had never met Yulia Moriarty, she felt she knew her quite well.

Her personality... seemed somewhat similar to her own?

Considering that both had no friends and both got along well with Aiwass. Maybe they could find common topics, perhaps even become friends?

Thus, Isabel took the initiative to ask to meet Yulia, and Aiwass readily agreed.

After asking Aiwass what his sister liked, Isabel went back to prepare. Discover exclusive content at empire

Only in such moments could she realize she truly was the princess of Avalon—although the tasks should have been quite troublesome, she merely mentioned them, and by the time the afternoon classes ended, everything was already prepared.

Even though she had the key to 14 Roning Street, to avoid making a bad impression on Yuli, Isabel still nervously rang the doorbell.

As the saying goes, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you"—Isabel thought that if it were her, she would feel uneasy if the door to her room was suddenly opened by a stranger. No matter who that person was, it would only bring her a subconscious discomfort and resistance.

Luckily she lived in the Hall of Silver and Tin, where she didn't have such opportunities.

To Isabel's surprise, the one who came to open the door wasn't Lily. Instead, it was a cute girl she had never seen before—

Isabel wasn't that tall to begin with, yet Yulia was half a head shorter than her.

Her long white hair hung down to her waist, with bangs that covered her forehead and temples, making her already petite face look even more delicate.

Her eyes were a rare, warm hue, much like rubies. Isabel subconsciously thought of the candy she usually liked to eat.

...Surprisingly spirited.

"Sister..."

Yuli's voice was soft and sticky, "Who are you looking for?"

Upon hearing this, a gentle smile unconsciously adorned Isabel's face.

She wasn't the youngest in her family. Apart from her currently living two-year-old brother, Isabel originally had other brothers and sisters too. But they were all deceased now.

"I'm looking for Aiwass... and at the same time, for you," Isabel said softly, "I've prepared a gift for you..."

Saying so, she handed over the shoulder bag she was carrying to Yulia.