Princess's Struggle for Survival-Chapter 234: Another Nightmare

In the deep night, the imperial palace of the capital, filled with a solemn and murderous atmosphere, a slender pink-haired woman hid in the shadows.

Water droplets hung on the tree branches, refracting the moonlight to emit a cold glow.

Lyra gripped her sword hilt, her sky-blue eyes filled with determination.

The metal knight boots made a slight sound as they stepped on the ground, but before the sound could travel half a meter, it was automatically absorbed by the surrounding silence barrier, making each step completely silent.

Unlike the maid dress in her memory, the chosen heroine now wore a battle outfit.

Bright silver arm guards covered her fair and delicate arms, revealing only the white inner shirt at the shoulders and elbow joints.

Her raised chest and flat abdomen were wrapped in bright silver armor, cold and smooth, exuding a sharp and imposing aura.

Further down were thick white stockings designed to reduce skin wear.

The knight boots that extended above the thighs left enough room for movement at the joints, with feather-like thin metal edges near the ends, slightly revealing a small section of the white stockings.

Lyra skillfully bypassed the guards, her entire being suppressing her aura, like a shadow that even the moonlight couldn’t catch.

As a peak stage Magnus and an early stage Master Knight, charging into the palace to face numerous guards directly was unrealistic.

To approach Amalia, she had to sneak into the sleeping palace under the cover of night, relying on force to achieve a military remonstrance.

Crossing the long corridor, approaching the core area of power, she was now less than a hundred meters away from the bedroom of the white-dressed tyrant.

Sensing the presence of two powerful auras nearby, Lyra slightly furrowed her brows, her light sword quietly brewing sword intent.

Her purpose this time was not to assassinate the Tyrant emperor, but to force her to stop expanding and end this war that was like a meat grinder.

The emperor could not die. Once Amalia was in trouble, the pro-war and pro-peace factions would inevitably clash, leading to internal strife, and the Kingdom of Velys would also counterattack the empire driven by hatred.

There was only one chance.

At this moment, an invisible force swept over Lyra’s body. The woman’s pupils slightly contracted, and realizing something, the silver-white blade suddenly shone brightly.

......

"Ama...lia..."

Hearing the soft murmur from the person in her arms, Amalia raised her face, looking at Astrid’s long and upturned eyelashes. Her hand slid over Astrid’s back, gently resting on the woman’s shoulder.

"What’s wrong? Sister..."

"I’m here."

Holding Astrid more tightly, trying to give her more sense of security with her own body temperature, Amalia noticed that the corner of Astrid’s eyes was slightly moist, and a trace of confusion and worry flashed in her eyes.

Sister... had a nightmare...

Suddenly, Astrid opened her eyes, looking around with a dazed gaze, as if she hadn’t snapped out of the images in her mind.

The familiar ceiling, the lavishly decorated crystal chandelier, the tightly closed glass windows, and the faint scent of soap lingering in her nose.

"Sister..."

Feeling a cool touch on her chin, Astrid looked down and saw the black-haired girl holding her, her bright red eyes quietly reflecting her own face.

Everything just now... was it just a dream...

But it felt so real.

In the dream, Lyra defeated two palace guards, successfully broke into Amalia’s bedroom, and tried to force the girl tyrant, who was militaristic in the original world line, to give up the war with force.

Facing the unwelcome Holy Light Knight, Amalia refused to negotiate, telling Lyra that the current Valeria Empire was an unstoppable war machine, and forcing a truce would only make the nobles, who were already dissatisfied, feel even more strongly, leading to a new round of internal strife.

Lyra then used the protagonist’s essential skill of persuasion, trying to convince Amalia by leveraging the increasing hatred of the nobles by the people and the inevitable defeat if the war continued.

Their differing views ultimately led to a falling out, and they clashed in battle.

In the fight, the extreme Amalia detonated the high-level super magic "Imperial Decree" hidden inside her scepter, choosing to fight Lyra to the death.

The powerful shockwave blew off half of the palace, including the Holy Light Knight at the center of the explosion.

However, the chosen heroine was favored by fate, and the Holy Light Armor mitigated most of the damage.

Although Lyra was severely injured, she did not die, while Amalia was pierced through the chest by the sword intent emitted from the light sword, a bright red rose blooming on her white dress.

The dream ended here. Astrid didn’t know what happened next, but she could pretty much guess. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Lyra, as the heroine, survived, while Amalia, as the villain to be defeated, perished.

"Are you okay..." Amalia spoke softly, her tone filled with obvious concern.

"Sister... did you have a sad dream..."

Feeling the soft and fragrant girl in her arms, Astrid’s heartbeat calmed down slightly, and she let out a gentle sigh.

"Well, a little..."

"...but it’s okay now."

That scene seemed to have really happened, and it could even perfectly connect with the novel content Astrid had read in her previous life.

She remembered the last update she heard while lying in the hospital bed was about Lyra sneaking into the palace at night, trying to remonstrate Amalia.

Could these... be the continuation of that storyline...

Astrid supported her forehead with one hand, biting her lip tightly, her thoughts momentarily in chaos.

From the setting, this part of the plot appeared very reasonable, and even the arguments Lyra made and Amalia’s on-the-spot reactions matched their personalities perfectly.

In other words, this was exactly the kind of plot the original author could write.

Why did she have this dream?

Could it be... a good sister printed out the remaining updates and burned them for her?

Thinking of this, Astrid frowned, mocking herself for being fanciful, yet feeling that the idea had some credibility.

Even something as unfounded as crossing into a novel world could happen to her, so receiving information through burning paper didn’t seem entirely impossible.

"Sister..."

Amalia reached out to wipe away the water droplets at the corner of Astrid’s eyes.

The moist liquid touched her skin, quickly turning into a puddle and disappearing into the lines of her fingertips.

"Were you crying?" Amalia asked her.

Feeling the warm and cool touch on her cheek, Astrid looked at Amalia in front of her, recalling the girl tyrant with golden hair, blue eyes, white stockings, and a white dress from the dream. Her lips parted, but she said nothing.

After a few seconds, Astrid glanced at the distant clock. It was 2:40 in the morning, still a long time until dawn.

"I was just a little... surprised..."

Seeing a familiar person lying in the ruins, although she knew that girl tyrant wasn’t the Amalia in her memory, the similar appearance still made Astrid’s heart twitch unconsciously, so much so that now holding this cold and aloof girl felt slightly unreal.

"...surprised?"

Amalia tilted her head in confusion, her hand that was originally holding Astrid’s slender waist slowly moving up, hugging her neck, and gently kissing the woman’s forehead.

"Sister’s dream... was it about me..."

"I’m here, I’m not going anywhere..."

She heard Astrid calling her name, so it must have been a dream related to her.

Feeling the kiss on her forehead, the sense of unreality slightly dissipated. Astrid blinked a few times, then felt Amalia stroke her hair, while moving her body up a bit, so that her cheek rested against Amalia’s chest.

Through the silk nightgown, she could feel Amalia’s steady heartbeat, the undulation more pronounced than when she was held by Charlotte.

"If it’s something bad, then I won’t ask more, and sister shouldn’t think about it either."

"Sleep peacefully..."

"Sister~"

Hearing Amalia comforting her, the elder sister, Astrid felt a mix of emotions in her heart.

"Mm, you should rest well too."

Smelling the sweet fragrance on Amalia, Astrid placed her hand on Amalia’s leg, gently hugging her.

For now, she couldn’t figure out the source of these images. If it really was as she imagined, then she would probably have related dreams in the future.

When there’s something that can confirm it, then she can verify it. After all, the plot provided by the original work is enough to solve most problems.

Tomorrow is the entrance ceremony of the Elizabeth Academy of Magic. She needs to prepare well, striving to get into the desired class without relying on her princess identity.

Noticing Astrid’s breathing gradually stabilizing, Amalia’s hand in her hair soon stopped moving.

Looking at the smooth silver hair buried in her chest, her red eyes were exceptionally gentle.

So sister... can also cry like a child...

This was the first time she had seen it.

But... was sister crying because of her...

Could it be that she had met with misfortune in the dream, or had done something to hurt sister?

Thinking of this, Amalia pursed her lips, her chin gently resting on Astrid’s head.

She wouldn’t hurt sister, and she would also strive to prevent sister from being hurt by others.

As long as she climbed to that position, no one could ever confine her, and she could better protect sister.

She must become the emperor of the Valeria Empire, even if it means relying on this royal bloodline she has always deeply despised.

As long as the goal is achieved, nothing else matters.

......

Early the next morning, Astrid, now recovered, got dressed with the help of the head maid, left her room, and knocked on Lyra’s bedroom door.

With a series of crisp footsteps, it wasn’t long before Lyra, pushing a suitcase, walked out of the small room that had accompanied her for a year.

"Good Morning, Princess Astrid, and Miss Livia and Miss Elise!"

Today, Lyra wore a youthful outfit, a light green jacket paired with a white shirt, and long pants with ankle-length boots, making her look neat and tidy.

Seeing such a beautiful pink-haired girl, Astrid was momentarily dazed, her thoughts briefly jumping back to the Holy Light Knight in the Holy Light Armor from last night’s dream, before she softly spoke.

"Do you have your ID card?"

Lyra nodded, taking out a small square with a magical fluctuation from her pocket.

"Yes, I have it."

This metal square was uniformly issued by the Elizabeth Academy of Magic to candidates who passed the entrance exam.

It contained magic patterns engraved with the information from the assessment, used to confirm the new student’s identity and record the relevant initial scores.

After the entrance ceremony, the student would go to the academic affairs office to replace it with a student ID.

"The entrance ceremony starts at eight, there’s still time, let’s have breakfast together in the palace."

"Yes, Princess Astrid."

Five minutes later, in Astrid’s private dining room, Elise dismissed all the maids, leaving only the four people who were to enter the academy today.

"According to the plan, when filling out the forms later, I will designate Livia as my study partner, and Miss Lyra will designate Elise."

Astrid slowly cut open the omelette, watching a few black pepper specks stick to the knife, speaking softly.

"By the way, I don’t think I’ve explained the entrance process to Miss Lyra yet..."

"First, show your ID card to the teacher at the academy entrance. After verifying your identity as a new student, enter the waiting area, where there are storage lockers for temporarily storing luggage."

"Then comes the highlight of the entrance ceremony, the three aptitude tests for new students. The academy professors will divide the students into eight to ten classes based on their overall quality, with about twenty students in each class."

Hearing this, Lyra’s hand, holding the fork with a mushroom, paused slightly.

"Three tests... what are they?"

"Elemental affinity test, magic theory exam, and introductory combat sparring."

Astrid explained gently, then took a sip of grape juice, continuing.

"The weight of these three tests is not equal. In the order I mentioned, the weight decreases. If you’re severely biased, it’s hard to get into the top class."

It’s somewhat similar to the rocket class and regular class in her previous life’s school.

Teachers would arrange the teaching progress based on the students’ learning abilities. Besides, the top class could also get the best teaching resources.

"So elemental affinity... is the most important?" Lyra pondered.

Astrid nodded, speaking softly, "Yes, for a mage, talent is undoubtedly the most important, followed by a smart enough mind to understand complex spell arrays, and then the ability to transform magic into actual combat."

"By the time of the graduation exam, the weight of the first two will decrease, and the last one will become the main criterion."

Besides the graduation exam, students of the Elizabeth Academy of Magic also face the big challenge of graduation design, but it’s a bit too early to talk about that now. Astrid isn’t planning to pressure Lyra yet.

"Mm... I think I understand..."

Looking at Astrid’s moist red lips, Lyra slightly nodded, her eyes fixed on the porcelain plate in front of her.

Princess Astrid’s elemental affinity is unknown, but her magic theory is definitely good.

The introductory combat sparring, limited by her low mental energy reserve, should get a medium score.

If she wants to be in the same class as Princess Astrid...

No, the margin of error is too big... and if she forces her score, she might not find the best learning rhythm for herself...

How else can she catch up to Princess Astrid.

The knife fell with a crisp sound, Astrid looked at the cut sausage, speaking calmly.

"Miss Lyra, just do your best."