I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 33 I'm sorry

As soon as the words fell, the restaurant instantly became silent, and they looked at Lilith's angry face in surprise.

Lilith has always been a well-behaved and sensible lady since she was a child, and she has never behaved inappropriately in front of her elders.

These noble gentlemen at the table are Lilith's relatives living in the city of Venn.

Today is the day before the Wizarding Academy starts, and they came specially to attend Lilith's entrance dinner.

According to the rules of the Wizarding College, after the new semester begins, everyone must live in a double apartment arranged by the college. Except for special circumstances, they are not allowed to go out without the permission of the dean.

Once a student is found to have left the school without authorization, he or she will be punished lightly. In serious cases, he or she may even be expelled from school and blacklisted, and will not be allowed to study at the Wizarding Academy for life.

The reason why there is such a strict system is because the laws of the kingdom clearly stipulate that everything that happens in the Wizarding Academy must be kept strictly confidential, and the academy will selectively announce it to the outside world.

In the eyes of these aristocratic men who are part of the upper class, the Wizarding Academy is more than just a school for training wizards.

For example, no one would naively think that Pasha Tavern is just a place for drinking and chatting.

The guests looked at each other in shock. They were not expecting such a thing to happen during the originally pleasant dinner.

"Okay, okay, Lilith, we didn't mean it." Carol, who was sitting at the table, saw that the situation was a little awkward, so she said to smooth things over.

Carol glanced at the boy and said in a responsible tone: "Lancelot, you are the one who is rude."

"I'm so sorry." Lancelot bowed deeply and apologized to everyone.

Without saying a word, Lilith took the boy's hand and left the restaurant.

"Carol, who is that impolite silver-haired boy who made Lilith lose such a temper?" One of the bald middle-aged men asked, his tone sounding dissatisfied.

"Like Lilith, he is a new student at the Wizarding Academy." Carol gave a brief introduction, which was all the information she knew about Lancelot.

"Is he the grandson of a certain Duke?" the middle-aged man continued to ask. The Erics family had never heard of such a silver-haired guy.

"Uncle Langdon, you misunderstood." Carol concentrated on cutting the tender steak on the plate, her tone also seemed helpless: "He is from Tucker Town. I don't know his specific identity yet."

"..." The nobles present were speechless upon hearing this, and looked at Lancelot with a hint of disgust in their eyes.

Although these gorgeously dressed nobles do not have relatively pure royal bloodlines like Carol and Lilith, the guests who came to Lilith's house today are all well-known figures in the Erics family.

The one with the lowest official rank among them also holds the noble rank of second-class viscount.

These nobles could not understand why Lilith became friends with a commoner from a remote village. What surprised them even more was that Lilith actually contradicted them for this humble outsider.

"Lilith must have fallen in love with this guy," the middle-aged man boldly guessed. This was the only reason he could think of.

"Who knows." Carol smiled awkwardly and pointed at the steak on the plate, signaling not to continue the topic.

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"Lancelot, why are you in such a panic?" At this time, Lilith and Lancelot returned to the previous room. The girl took the dry towel from the maid's hand and wiped the water droplets on the boy's face.

"Thank you, I'll do it myself." Lancelot said, taking the towel over and wrapping his wet hair.

"Ellie, bring me another suit that fits you." Lilith turned back and ordered the maid.

"Okay, miss." The maid agreed, turned and left the room.

Lancelot stared at the girl's white fingers and said, "Lilith, I have something to ask you."

"What a coincidence, I happen to have something to ask you."

"I have a light blue package, did you see it?"

"Oh, I understand. You were so flustered just now because of this matter? Don't worry, I have given it to the servant for safekeeping."

Lancelot was really relieved when he heard this. Fortunately, the package was not lost, because the note of three thousand gold coins was an important basis for his survival in this strange city.

He then asked: "Lilith, what happened after I fainted?"

Lilith smiled after hearing this and gave a brief description of the whole process after Lancelot fainted.

"I don't know how to thank you." Lancelot's tone was full of gratitude. He didn't expect that the girl who had only met once would help him so enthusiastically.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a trivial matter." Lilith's eyes flashed with sadness: "Lancelot, now it's my turn to ask you."

The boy nodded, feeling a little nervous for some reason.

Lilith put her hands behind her snow-white neck, took off the necklace hanging on her chest, and handed it to the boy's hand.

Lancelot took the necklace and looked at it carefully.

This is a necklace made of pure gold, and the pendant in the middle is an oval-shaped hollow ornament.

Lancelot brought the necklace close to him. There was a gap that divided the jewelry into two halves. With a little force, he opened the lid of the jewelry. There was a self-portrait of a woman inside.

"Lancelot, do you know the person in the painting?" The girl looked at Lancelot expectantly.

The picture depicts a smiling aristocratic young woman with a pair of blue eyes, long light golden curly hair, and a sickly paleness on her beautiful cheeks.

Lancelot recalled the witch beside the fire who was slightly smaller than Gloria. Although he was more focused on his mother and his young self at that time, the witch's pale and

The melancholy face was still fresh in his memory.

Seeing that the boy didn't respond, Lilith asked again: "Lancelot, have you remembered?"

Lancelot shook his head in denial.

When the girl heard this, her eyes immediately dimmed, and she said in despair, "She is my mother. I haven't seen her in three years."

"I..." Lancelot wanted to tell the girl the truth. Of course he knew how painful it was to lose his mother, but his reason did not allow him to tell the truth.

Lancelot still looked confused on the surface: "I'm sorry, Lilith, I don't recognize the woman in the portrait."

"Did I admit the wrong person..." The girl couldn't accept it, but still insisted: "If you look carefully, you might remember it."

Lancelot heard the girl's slightly crying voice and felt something in his heart was touched.

"I'm sorry."

Lilith did not speak this time, but silently took the necklace back and held it in her hand.

Lancelot saw the crystal tears in the girl's eyes, and now he finally understood why Lilith was so kind to him.

All this is just to find her mother who has been missing for many years.

Seeing Lilith's innocent appearance, he couldn't bear to tell the girl the truth even more.

Lancelot will blame Lilith for her mother's death after learning his true identity.

Three years ago, Gloria used unfair means to kill her biological sister, Lilith's mother, for Lancelot.

Is everything the witch does really just to help her regain her talent?

After that night in the castle, Lancelot thought about it countless times, but still could not come up with an answer to the question.

"Lilith, do you know where your mother is?"

"Uncle Caesar told me that my mother was sent out with Aunt Gloria on a secret mission that would take many years to complete."

To this day, Lilith still doesn't know that her mother has actually passed away a long time ago, and naively believes that after completing her mission, her mother will return to her.

Lancelot wanted to tell Lilith that the so-called secret mission had ended long ago, and the mission goal was right in front of her.

Seeing the tears flowing from Lilith's eyes, Lancelot suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart.

He could not understand why Caesar concealed the truth from Lilith, because lies would not only bring her false hope, but such a long wait itself would be meaningless.

Loneliness is far more painful than sadness, and no one understands the meaning of this sentence better than Lancelot.

(End of chapter)