Demon City High Demon Academy, Vivian sat in class with an absent look on her face.

From the moment she sat in the classroom, her eyes had been fixated on the window, not even noticing the small note thrown onto her desk by a classmate next door.

After a night's rest, her injuries had mostly healed.

On the one hand, the Blood Race's recovery capabilities were indeed remarkable, and on the other, her big brother had indeed shown some restraint and hadn't gone all out to inflict fatal wounds.

However, while physical scars are easy to heal, mending one's spirit is not so simple.

That wasn't all caused by her big brother.

Part of it was also the regret and self-blame that welled up in her heart once she had calmed down.

It wasn't just blind anger that clouded her mind.

She didn't even realize that she had willingly become a pawn for the Dragon family.

Even if she couldn't accept that her beloved father had an illegitimate child outside, it was an internal affair of the Colin family.

As the future heir, she should have known better than anyone that it was a matter not to be meddled with by outsiders.

"If father knew, he would be so disappointed..." Vivian said with a self-deprecating laugh, a slight pain tugging at her heart.

In fact, thinking about it, Nanfu was right; the situation turning out this way wasn't Luo Yan's fault. No one can decide where they are born.

Her big brother was also a victim.

And the one with the deepest wounds.

From the moment he was born, he was in the Temple orphanage, never enjoying even a day of parental love, nor did he have the halo of the Colin family over his head.

He had to rely on himself for everything.

He was even worse off than the average Blood Race in Colin Duchy, lacking the Initial Embrace that should come naturally, and instead living as a human in Hell.

For him, that was true Hell.

Father had given to her all that should have belonged to him.

Compared to the instant shock she bore for being unable to accept the truth, he had silently endured such pain for over a decade.

He had more reason than she did to seek revenge on her and indeed every member of the Colin family, for he truly had reasons to do so.

But he didn't.

Not only did he gently forgive her foolishness, but as a true brother, he sternly told her what was wrong and why...

Watching the bats flying past the window and the boiling lava fountains outside, Vivian suddenly felt her eyes moisten, as if sand had gotten in them.

That was something she had pondered over the previous night and couldn't figure out.

All that she took for granted actually all belonged to him originally.

If anyone stole everything from someone else, it should be her and Nanfu who took everything from him, not the other way around with her questioning why he, who was born first, came into this world.

Yet, blinded by rage, she not only lacked any sense of shame, but also condescendingly blamed him, and even maliciously desired to strip him of his life...

He must have been both angry and amused.

Maybe at that moment, he really did have the urge to kill.

Vivian hoped he did.

Because that would make her feel better... At least she would have let out some of his anger, rather than being the only childish one from start to finish.

It was at this moment that she truly realized how foolish she had been last night and, by contrast, how much her brother cherished her.

The small teardrop that had been swirling in her eyes finally fell, landing on the sleeve next to her cheek.

Emotional people always tend to overthink.

Especially once self-blame starts, it's easy to fall into the vortex of regret.

If only magic could turn back time.

Vivian thought to herself.

If she could go back, she would do anything to stop herself.

And then...

She would meet him in a different way.

Instead of becoming someone in her big brother's heart who couldn't be forgiven.

At this moment, Professor Brand's voice suddenly came from the lectern.

"So, Miss Colin, can you tell us... why does the mainstream academic community think that Ancient Magic is purer than modern magic?"

The demon with eyes occupying half of his face watched Vivian, holding chalk and five completely different textbooks with tentacles like an octopus.

He hadn't intended to bother with Miss Colin of the Colin family, but with class nearly over, he still had some dignity as a teacher.

Vivian, who was called out unexpectedly, wasn't just unclear about the question; she didn't even know which textbook to use.

"No, I don't know," she replied truthfully, with a stiff demeanor.

She thought that Professor Brand, renowned for his strictness, would severely criticize her, but his response was unexpected.

"Very good answer. The reason Ancient Magic is considered purer than modern magic is precisely because the majority of people 'do not know' its mysteries. Because it's rare, mysterious power appears purer, and because it's enigmatic, Extraordinary Power responds more actively to people's prayers. Once every mortal grasps the Extraordinary Power, that power itself loses its extraodinary value and significance, which is why in the era before the First Epoch, the priests who held power took the act of 'profanity' so seriously...The ancient priests hadn't yet discovered the mysteries of Soul Level or the Strength of lineage. They could only artificially restrict others from Casting, thus ensuring their own authority."

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