Chapter 175: Rosenthal, Arcane Dissociation

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: Rosenthal, Arcane Dissociation

"I know he’s the partner your soul has chosen."

"Otherwise, I couldn’t have stood him touching you with those hands for so long!"

Following the grit-toothed response, the dilapidated wooden door on the first floor was kicked open from the outside.

Hill strode in, her face a mask of frost.

The Pure-blood Elf had dazzling, platinum-blonde hair. She was tall and voluptuous, her form-fitting Mage Robe flawlessly tracing her stunning curves.

In truth, she had already rushed to Gray Rock Town by evening.

After receiving news in White River City that her niece had fainted in the wild, she had been so frantic that she used the Guild’s Teleportation Array to travel overnight.

The moment she arrived at the residence, Yuna told her that Cecilia had gone out alone with a male Adventurer.

A dark premonition immediately welled up in Hill’s heart.

By the time she followed the residual Magic Power to the door of Lance’s house, it was the exact moment Lance was placing the Hand Pendant on Cecilia’s wrist in the dark.

Her first instinct was to smash the door down and interrupt the intimate scene.

But immediately after, she heard Cecilia’s bold confession.

As the aunt who had raised Cecilia since she was a child, how could she not recognize the intense, undeniable love in her niece’s voice?

To protect Cecilia’s budding Elven heart from being cruelly crushed.

Hill practically ground her teeth, forcefully suppressing the urge to rush in and burn that punk to a crisp.

She even stood alone in the cold wind outside, tears streaming down her face as she desperately tried to console herself in her mind.

’Forget it.’

’As long as Cecilia is happy, that’s all that matters.’

’Even if they share a little kiss... Even a proper kiss, I can probably bear it!’

’Worst case, once we’re back in White River City, I can take my time testing this kid!’

And so, as the elder, she respected her niece’s choice and, swallowing her anger, eavesdropped outside for a long time.

Listening to the sounds from inside, Hill found herself blushing.

At her age, she had never experienced such an intimate situation.

After all, back when she was in her own Flowering Stage, she hadn’t attended the clan’s matchmaking ceremonies at all. Instead, she had holed herself up in a lab to research Molding Spells.

This directly led to her completely missing her precious mating season, turning her into an older, single Elf.

Just as Hill thought the tender moment inside was finally over and was about to knock and take Cecilia back to the residence...

...she was utterly floored when that clueless man actually suggested taking Cecilia upstairs to rest!

’Upstairs?!’

’A lone man and a lone woman! Lost in passion! Going to a single man’s bedroom?!’

At that moment, the string in Hill’s mind labeled ’reason’ snapped completely.

She felt that if she kept hiding outside and tolerating this, she might just be promoted to great-aunt by this time next year!

Cecilia pushed herself up on her still-weak legs and ran to her aunt’s side.

She grabbed Hill’s sleeve in a death grip, her voice cracking as she begged her to let Lance down from the wall.

Looking at the gentle niece she had doted on since childhood—who usually didn’t even dare to speak loudly—now crying so miserably for an outsider...

Hill’s heart clenched, and a flicker of instinctive compassion flashed in her eyes.

But when she raised her head, her gaze traveling up the damaged wall and over the rubble-strewn floor to the black-haired young man pinned tightly against it, a nameless rage surged up once more, rushing straight to her head.

’It’s that face! That bastard!’

’He silently came and stole the precious cabbage I spent so many years painstakingly raising!’

Hill bit down hard and said coldly, "I’m going to hang him outside in the cold wind, too. He’ll stay there for at least half an hour before I let him down."

She had suffered so much mental torment in the cold wind outside.

Now, she intended to make Lance pay it all back, down to the last second.

Despite Cecilia’s ceaseless pleas, Hill maintained a resolute expression, completely unmoved.

Cecilia knew perfectly well.

Her aunt was just venting her emotions. The more she pleaded for Lance, the angrier her aunt would become.

But looking at Lance’s miserable state, crushed into the stone wall, Cecilia’s heart ached terribly.

Hill shook off her niece’s hand and walked step by step into the devastated courtyard.

Looking at Lance, held firmly in mid-air by the Grip of Restraint, Hill sneered.

"Take her upstairs to rest?"

"A bottom-tier Adventurer who scrambles for a few Copper Coins in a border town, a good-for-nothing without even a Profession certificate."

"Do you think you’re worthy of her?"

The words had barely left her mouth when Hill suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a bit off.

’Wait a second...’

’Why do these words sound so familiar?’

’Aren’t these the exact kind of brain-dead lines spoken by the arrogant noble villains destined to be slapped in the face in those third-rate adventure novels I used to read?!’

’But I’ve already said the harsh words in front of a junior. I absolutely cannot lose my momentum now!’

Hill could only steel herself, forcing herself to maintain a cold, arrogant expression as she stared daggers at Lance.

She tried to find a look of cowardice or retreat on the young man’s face, hoping to reclaim a shred of her dignity as an elder.

At this moment, Cecilia, standing to the side, realized her verbal pleas were completely useless.

She bit her lip, a look of determination flashing in her eyes.

The young woman ran directly in front of Lance, raised her hands, and aimed them at the purple field of Magic Power.

A One Ring Spell, [Arcane Dissociation].

This was a unique Spell exclusive to the Rosenthal Clan.

It possessed no direct offensive power, but it could be used to unravel the structure of Spells cast by others.

However, the Spell had a fatal flaw: it placed an enormous strain on the Caster’s individual Spirit Attribute.

The very instant Hill detected the fluctuation of Magic Power, she wanted to reach out in terror and forcibly pull Cecilia away.

This difficult Spell was incredibly dangerous; the slightest mistake could result in a Magic Power backlash.

Before Cecilia had even left the academy for her internship in Gray Rock Town, she had yet to fully master its complex model.

But her aunt’s reaction was a step too slow.

The moment the casting was complete, a stream of dark red blood trickled from Cecilia’s nose.

The immense spiritual strain instantly turned her face deathly pale.

This was also thanks to the deep ’mana replenishment’ Lance had given her through their intimate contact just now.

Her body was now storing an abundant reserve of active Magic Power.

Otherwise, in her usual state, she likely wouldn’t have had enough Magic Power to cast such a difficult deconstruction Spell, even if she drained every last drop.

The purple field of restraint began to distort unstably.