The most tear-jerking thing in the world is always a beam of light that pierces through the gloom of desperation.
Especially when that light comes from someone you thought was dead.
The moment that sudden voice sounded, Eleanor's heart seemed to stop, and she involuntarily opened her eyes.
What met her eyes was a sight so absurd it was almost laughable.
Countless black threads, like piercing through the void, shot from all directions, instantly penetrating the bodies of Fourth Prince Joshua's four Third Rank Transcendent subordinates.
They didn't even have a chance to resist before their bodies were pierced by this cunning and invisible extraordinary power.
Painful muffled groans escaped their lips, followed by the heavy thud of their bodies hitting the ground, blood spilling everywhere.
Before they could even grasp what was happening, the surrounding students gasped in shock, and many noble girls unaccustomed to such bloody scenes covered their mouths and looked palely at the scene unfolding before them.
Clearly, no one had expected that what started as a lively and extraordinary banquet would suddenly turn into this grim tableau.
Except for Eleanor herself.
Having lived side by side with the boy she called "brother" for over a decade, she was intimately familiar with every inch of his skin.
How could she possibly misidentify that voice that she longed for day and night?
In a mere instant, the tears that were brimming in her eyes slowly streamed down her cheeks and fell to the ground.
Feeling the extraordinary power that had confined her suddenly dissipate, Eleanor stumbled as she turned around, looking towards the direction of the door.
Her eyes were filled with a sliver of hope and overwhelming fear.
As if she was terrified that everything that had just happened was only a dream.
Towards her line of sight, a black-haired youth dressed in fine attire approached against the light, his eyes similar to hers gleam with a hint of reassurance and encouragement.
As if saying, "Well done."
Eleanor's lips quivered slightly, her body trembling as if she might faint from the sudden surge of joy at any moment.
Even so, she gathered her skirt and took faltering steps forward.
Wearing high heels, and to make it easier to run, Eleanor even disregarded the surrounding stares and kicked off her shoes fiercely, running barefoot and fast toward the black-haired boy she had missed so dearly!
During this process, silent tears fell behind her, a testament to the girl's excited and joyous emotions.
She threw herself at him like a swallow returning to its nest, eager to press her petite body firmly into the boy's embrace.
For this moment, she had fantasized for far too long and waited far too long.
And now… all of the girl's expectations had finally taken root and bloomed beautifully.
At the moment their gazes met, Lynn, like an uninvited guest crashing this high-society banquet, instantly felt relieved.
Although he had always been using the excuse of being a transmigrator to suppress the deep emotions within, afraid that after seeing Eleanor, he might be treated coldly for one reason or another, like an incompetent brother.
But when he noticed the undeniable affection in Eleanor's eyes, the strong bond of blood outweighed everything else.
At this moment, the stirring within his heart was no illusion.
And evidently, what his dear sister needed most right now was neither promises nor words of comfort.
With that thought, Lynn slowly opened his arms, embracing the petite girl who flew into his arms.
With the delicate fragrance wafting to his nose, he felt an inner peace he hadn't felt in a long time.
This was a sensation that neither Princess His Highness nor Miss Witch could give him.
"Greg... I... I've missed you so much..."
The girl in his arms sobbed incessantly, murmuring quietly.
Lynn remained silent, gently stroking her head, letting her pour out all her emotions.
Time seemed to freeze at that second.
Of course, it wasn't that Eunice and Fourth Prince Joshua, as well as the watching students, had really fallen into a time stop.
It was merely because they, too, were plunged into an unprecedented shock.
How could it be him?!
When Eunice saw the tall figure that burst into the hall, wrapping him like wind and snow, she stood rooted to the spot.
The man who was supposed to have been banished to the frontier, even supposed to have died in that chaos, now seemed as if he was playing a joke on them, appearing so unexpectedly and openly at the banquet.
As if saying, "Just kidding."
But nobody found it funny.
Was this a resurrection?
For some reason, Eunice's heartbeat slightly quickened, her face suddenly turning a bit fearful.
In her memory, that young man, always as proud and powerful as the sun, the monster that always brought her a sense of helplessness, that... the scenes from the past suddenly resurfaced in her mind.
No, what am I being fearful of?!
He had already been stripped of the Divine-given factor, exiled to the frontier!
Even now, returning to the Imperial Capital, even clinging to the least-ranking Third Imperial Princess, he was just the last struggle of a doomed dog!
After all, the transplantation surgery at that time was personally done by Fourth Prince His Highness!
Thinking this, Eunice subconsciously looked towards Fourth Prince Joshua beside her.
Who would have thought the youth with black-framed glasses would be deeply frowning, seemingly utterly baffled by the scene before him.