An Unusual Princess Indeed

"Sarahma - Hohenstaufen, merely a descendant of the Hohenstaufen family. That's the answer you need." Sarahma's demeanor was something Yann couldn't imitate. Despite both speaking politely, their auras were worlds apart.

Yann's words clearly sounded contrived, while Sarahma exuded natural elegance, innate from birth.

"I'm just a common attendant, serving alongside a certain student in the Inner Academy," Yann replied, following Sarahma's lead downward.

After saying this, the two fell into silence. Sarahma wanted to ask Yann where he learned the piece of music, but she was wary of revealing her own secrets. Yann, on the other hand, was waiting for her to speak, curious as to how a Saint-level vampire's tune from the realm of the dead had spread to the lower planes.

However, prying the truth from Sarahma in such a short time wasn't easy, and for Yann, this matter was inconsequential.

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now, Princess Sarahma," Yann said as he stood up and headed for the door.

Sarahma didn't say anything, only watching as Yann left. Finally, when Yann reached the door, Sarahma couldn't help but speak up, "Sir, if I have further questions about this piece of music, may I seek your guidance?"

Sarahma was leaving herself some room for thought. The implication behind her words was, "Can I come to you again in the future? Please give me some time to consider."

Sarahma needed to know how to play "The Ultimate Ghastly Sister," but at the same time, she was hiding something.

"Of course, as long as you encounter difficulties again and hesitate, I'll be there," Yann replied. Anyone who understood this piece of music would know of its potent magic. Unfortunately, playing this piece wasn't difficult, as long as one put in the effort. However, only the vampire race could truly unleash its power.

Although Yann had the score and techniques to play "The Ultimate Ghastly Sister," he couldn't cultivate it himself.

After Yann left, Sarahma sat in her chair, slowly recalling the tune Yann had played earlier. Then, she began to play it herself, starting slowly. With each repetition, the melody grew faster, eventually turning into a whirlwind. The piano's keys struck incessantly.

"No, it's still not right..." Sarahma muttered softly as she played.

"What's missing? What's missing exactly? It's completely different from what I remember!" Sarahma's face twisted in fury, her two symmetrical pupils contracting sharply, tinged with a blood-red hue.

The shiny red blood swung violently in the room, creating an illusion of swaying left and right. Although Sarahma's mouth didn't actually stretch, it gave a visual illusion that her mouth reached her ears, and her four fangs suddenly turned into beastly canines.

"Buzz!" Sarahma's hands slammed onto the piano keys madly.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?!"

Yann was unaware of everything happening inside. He didn't dare release his divine sense in the Inner Academy, but he could guess what was going on inside just by listening to the chaotic piano sounds.

"The familiar scent of undead creatures." Yann sniffed and looked toward the room where Sarahma was.

Sure enough, this princess of the Hohenstaufen dynasty was no simple character.

Niya had already fallen asleep early. Yann didn't need sleep, and as for Euénie... her schedule was unpredictable.

"Where have you been just now?" Euénie asked Yann as he entered the room.

Euénie sat in a chair at the dining table, her legs swinging without touching the ground.

"Dealing with a small matter, just happened to recall something from the past," Yann replied plainly.

"I'm getting more and more curious about your identity. Niya told me you're just an evil tentacle monster from the realm of the dead, but how could an ordinary tentacle monster know about the Underworld Deity's plan and... how to train Netherfire to evade the Underworld Deity's curse?"

Niya and Yann hadn't planned to reveal Yann's true identity to Euénie. A sovereign-level lich, if Euénie were to reveal Yann's identity, Niya and Yann would face the siege of almost all the experts on the Roland Continent. A tentacle monster with sovereign-level knowledge but without sovereign-level strength was a huge treasure trove. Whoever possessed it would control an inexhaustible source of knowledge!

Although Niya and Yann hadn't told Euénie about Yann's identity, Yann still kindly provided Euénie with a method to train Netherfire. Though this method couldn't rapidly increase magical power, it could enhance Netherfire's power, essentially boosting combat strength.

Moreover, this method could resist the Underworld Deity's summons, gradually weakening the Underworld Deity's influence, even allowing a breakthrough from royal-level to imperial-level, comprehending one's own soul!

The Underworld Deity naturally knew that this method would harm his interests, but he didn't mind. In the vast and endless multiverse, how many Seeds knew about this method? Overlooking a few occasional small fish didn't matter to the Underworld Deity.

In the face of the vast ocean, a drop more or less was inconsequential.

"My identity, well, let's just say it's quite impressive, beyond your imagination. It's just because of certain reasons that I have to be in your low-level plane for now. Would you believe such an explanation?" Yann said ambiguously.

"Humph... Whatever, if you don't want to say, then forget it. But something interesting happened today. You might be interested," Euénie said.

"What happened?" Yann had spent the whole day in his room. It was Euénie who went out with Niya.

Yann's figure was truly eye-catching, and besides, Yann used to be a happy homebody.

"A bunch of boys took a liking to Niya. Niya, with her creamy white hair, instantly became the dream girl of countless boys, and someone has already launched a courtship toward her..." Euénie hadn't finished her sentence before Yann interrupted her.

"Tell me who those guys are. After school, I promise they won't live to see another day! Once outside the academy, and once inside. Do they want another round?!"