When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1041 - 380 Isabel’s Growth

Chapter 1041 -380 Isabel’s Growth

March 31st.

Avalon, Hall of Silver and Tin.

Yulia was in her room, engrossed in something, with a single-lens spectacles specially designed for focusing and magnifying perched on her head.

Just then, a gentle knock came at her door.

…Who is it, at this hour?

She frowned slightly, put aside the tool in her hand, and paused her work: “Come in.”

Yulia pressed a button, deactivating the effect of the alchemist’s spectacles on her left eye, causing them to flip up automatically.

If this had been her own home, Yulia would have ignored the visitor outright. But this was the Hall of Silver and Tin… it could be someone important or an urgent matter seeking her attention.

“Yulia~”

Right at that moment, a voice that was utterly familiar to her came from the doorway.

Yulia tensed up instantly, her gaze shooting towards the door.

There stood Aiwass, grinning as he leant into the room, with half his body still hanging outside: “Did you miss me?”

She instinctively stepped forward… but caught herself after just one step.

“…Your Majesty, are you bored?”

Yulia puffed up her cheeks and complained.

For a split second, she truly thought Aiwass had returned!

But Aiwass usually called her Yuli, and his knocks weren’t so light.

Moreover, Aiwass wouldn’t have the time to return at this moment…

“What’s wrong! Isn’t this Aiwass too!”

Isabel removed the mask from her face, casually tossing it into the void, where it dissolved into nothingness.

She bounded lightly into the room, making sure to close the door behind her.

Then Isabel flopped into the chair beside Yulia and hugged her, pretending to sob: “Little Yulia has become estranged, starting to call me ‘Your Majesty’ boo hoo hoo…”

Yulia, somewhat helpless, simply sat down on Isabel’s lap and wrapped her arms around Isabel’s neck.

For a “Iron-blooded Her Majesty the Queen,” such a gesture would be presumptuous. But to Isabel, she particularly liked Yulia showing her affection.

The fondness Isabel had for Yulia was unrelated to Yulia’s blood ties with Aiwass… Equally lacking in friends and both kind and sincere, the two girls of the same age had spent so much time together in the Hall of Silver and Tin, that they had long become each other’s intimate friends.

As they spent more time together, both of them began to act more like their true selves.

Isabel was no longer the gentle, wise, generous, and considerate figure she had initially presented — in other words, she no longer put on airs. When Yulia became Isabel’s dearest friend, Isabel loved to tease her, play jokes, or act coquettishly for fun.

And Yulia was no longer as soft and tender as she appeared at first.

Because her personality was never that soft to begin with… If anything, she was just overwhelmed by the Defiant Flame Butterfly, too weak to resist. Always in a dazed, powerless state, it would be more accurate to call it weakness than gentleness.

Afterward, she continued to act that way, simply because the Yulia that Aiwass knew had always been like that.

She didn’t want her most trusted, closest, favorite relative to suddenly feel she had become a stranger — especially after Aiwass had helped her through a life-threatening crisis.

Or rather, she instinctively feared… feared that Aiwass would become distant from her because of it.

No matter how rational she was or how well she understood Aiwass, she still feared it. Fear, after all, is not related to rationality.

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But in front of Queen Isabel, who could peer into the hearts of others, Yulia’s facade was so naive and frail.

She enjoyed teasing Yulia, always pushing her buttons without actually making her truly upset. After provoking a fit of pique, she would then comfort her kindly. After several such cycles, Yulia simply stopped pretending.

“By the way, Isha.”

Yulia spoke softly: “I have something to discuss with you.”

“Speak,” Isabel replied without hesitation.

“Not long ago, Master Nobel came to see me.”

Yulia’s voice grew heavy: “He mentioned that over in Star Antimony there’s an alchemist competition…”

“You want to go to Star Antimony?”

Isabel immediately guessed Yulia’s intention.

Her eyebrows knit together thoughtfully.

Meanwhile, Yulia continued: “A long time ago, our teacher was ostracized and pushed out by the people in Leipzig. He was once a very talented alchemist, just envied by others… And now, those who ousted him are long dead, and everyone knows that Nobel was a genius driven away by jealousy.

“But just at that moment, there appeared an impostor in Star Antimony — claiming to be Nobel’s sole direct disciple, he patented all of Nobel’s formulas, and brought forth a series of ‘Nobel’s inventions over the years.’ However, these so-called inventions are almost all suspected of infringement…

“— Because that ‘student of Nobel’ claims they were ‘old inventions,’ created by the teacher in the past decades. And each invention’s date of creation is earlier than very similar ones from nowadays. Meaning, if his claim holds, then the inventors of these devices would all be replaced with our teacher…”