Eros’s expression turned somber and serious. Beside him, Ayesha, still bound by shadow tentacles, couldn't see his face, but she could feel the atmosphere around this "Remnant of the Night" becoming heavy and oppressive. She instinctively held her breath, waiting for whatever fate was about to befall her.

  "Is there a way to solve this?" Eros asked after a long silence.

  Truth be told, if it were anyone else, he might not bother with something involving a deity. But he had been "raising" this little white rabbit for a while now, and he couldn't bear to watch her meet such an end. If it was within his power, he would try; if not, he could only watch—and remember. Later, when he successfully resurrected his Ancestor, he would pray to the Old Man to chop that Silver Moon "Evil Deity" into pieces as revenge for Ayesha.

  Barbara didn't disappoint him. After a moment of thought, she provided the answers: "There are three ways. First, she can enter the 'Shadow Realm' cut out by the Master. It’s shrouded by the Authority of Secrecy; even gods cannot find it, let alone perform a Divine Descent there."

  This method... Eros rubbed his chin. It was feasible, but it meant Ayesha would have to live in the Shadow Realm for the rest of her life.

  "And the second?"

  "Second, she can leave her true name with that 'Stupid Book.' The Book of Secrecy will conceal her existence. However, this requires her to accept the Book’s soul-brand."

  In other words, switching factions, Eros thought. Leaving the wicked Moon-Worshippers to join our glorious and upright Night Clan. Defecting to the light—this is quite viable. Eros nodded, satisfied with the second option. As for whether she’d agree? Simple. If they won't sign, he’d just hold them down until they did. No big deal. Though, a voluntary signature would be the best result.

  "What’s the third?" He had already decided on the second, but he asked out of curiosity.

  "Third, through a ritual array, you can graft her fate onto yourself. You would carry the Divine Descent of the Silver Moon Goddess. However, the Goddess would then discover your 'uniqueness' and might target you."

  Forget that. He had no desire to be on a deity’s watchlist. So, the second method it was. He’d bring it up when he met Natalia this weekend.

  Having finished the check-up and made his decision, Eros prepared to leave. He patted Ayesha’s head and chuckled. "Alright, the check-up is done. I’ll discuss the details with your mother first. Nothing else for now—time for me to go. Go back to sleep. Goodnight."

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  With a snap of his fingers, the shadow tentacles dissolved, releasing Ayesha. In the next second, his silhouette melted into a pool of shadow and vanished into the darkness. Ayesha stood frozen for several seconds, checking her body. Finding nothing unusual, she whispered, "Just like Mother said... a very strange person." She didn't believe a word about her mother "accepting his confession." How could that be possible?

  The next day’s academy life was as usual, except Ayesha seemed a bit tired, as if she hadn't slept well. Eros knew exactly whose fault that was, but he played dumb. Hehe~

  In the evening, Eros made an excuse to visit Syphreya’s apartment. A beauty shouldn't be neglected; one must be fair and "distribute the rain and dew" evenly. Seeing Eros, Syphreya’s eyes lit up, her face filled with a joyful smile.

  The night was quiet, and the moonlight was beautiful. Much later, leaning into Eros’s embrace with her snowy shoulders exposed, Syphreya looked up at him with shy, shimmering eyes. "I heard of a new 'method' from Miss Mary these past two days... Dear, do you want to try it?"

  "What method?" Eros was genuinely curious. Syphreya gave an embarrassed smile... A moment later, Eros’s pupils dilated. The feeling provided by a noble lady... truly has a unique charm.

  Meanwhile, Madam Julie, walking home, was suddenly attracted to something strange in the grass. She leaned over and picked it up—a bronze-green metal ring engraved with seven different types of ancient patterns.

  Madam Julie had never been to school and didn't know what it was, but its ancient appearance told her it was what the nobles called an "antique." She scanned the area, and seeing no one, her face lit up with joy. If she sold this, it could be worth 5 pounds... no, 10 pounds!

  Ten pounds was a fortune. Her husband, a porter at the railway yard, earned only 1 pound a week through back-breaking labor. She, a laundress for Baron Puli, earned only 6 shillings a week. Ten pounds would change their lives. Even if it were only worth 1 pound, it was a win. She could buy some minced meat at the market next week so her two children could finally taste meat.

  She carefully tucked the "antique" into a hidden pocket in her clothes and hurried toward her home on "Smelly Water Street" in the west of the city.

  That night, she showed the bronze ring to her husband. He hadn't studied either, but his instinct told him it was valuable. After hearing she had found it, he hugged her excitedly. "Julie, you’re amazing! I thank the Great God for giving me such a virtuous, capable, and lucky wife."

  "I’ll take it to Tagu tomorrow. He knows a guy at a pawn shop. We can extract this wealth gifted by God. We can give him 1 shilling... no, 2 shillings as a reward."

  "You’re the best, my wife! With the extra money, we can buy thick clothes for our children so they can stay warm in the winter."

  Hearing her husband’s praise, Julie felt embarrassed. She piously traced a circle on her chest four times. "This is a blessing from the Great God." Her two children, both under ten, cheered at the prospect of new clothes and hugged their mother. Seeing their smiles, Julie felt even more grateful to the Great God.

  That night, the Julie family was very happy.