After bidding farewell to Xiao Su and the others, Adele felt a sense of fulfillment from doing a good deed. She left the Foreign Race Resettlement Bureau and wandered aimlessly through the vast office building.

As an Enforcement operative, her days were quite leisurely, except when she was on missions. She didn’t have to handle complex and tedious paperwork, the work of clerks. The two career paths offered different rewards and required different sacrifices. Operatives risked their lives on the front lines, fighting against unruly Foreign Races, while clerks dealt with endless documents and computer software, a more mentally taxing job. The advantage of being a clerk was safety and the comfort of air conditioning and heating.

Lost in her thoughts, a calm voice suddenly caught Adele’s attention. “Hello, Adele.”

“Hmm?” Adele turned around, surprised to see Wen Weiran, the Student Council President of Cromwell Academy. She still had the adorable stature of a middle or even elementary school student, but her aura was no less imposing than any aloof older woman. In short, she was a girl with a striking contrast, possessing formidable power.

Adele felt a twinge of nervousness. She politely replied, “Hello, President Wen...”

Wen Weiran didn’t seem to mind Adele’s address. She calmly walked to Adele’s side and started walking alongside her as if it were the most natural thing to do. For a while, neither spoke, simply {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} walking towards the end of the corridor.

In terms of actual strength, Adele was now far more powerful than Wen Weiran, the former strongest student and Student Council President of Cromwell Academy. But perhaps she lacked the aura of a powerful individual. At a glance, most people would likely assume Wen Weiran was stronger.

“President Wen... is there something you need?” Adele asked, unable to contain her curiosity after a moment of hesitation.

Wen Weiran looked up, her bright, sharp eyes like swords gleaming beneath her bangs. “Nothing in particular. I’m just curious about what happened that day... during the amusement park incident.”

The human higher-ups were tight-lipped about the “amusement park incident,” as it involved the death of a True Ancestor. That day, Wen Weiran wasn’t qualified to enter the heart of the incident, only responsible for evacuating visitors from the periphery. So it was understandable that she remained curious.

“Adele, you were there, weren’t you?”

“...” Adele nodded, then quickly added, “B-But I don’t know exactly what happened either... uh, I fainted! Yes, that’s right!”

Although she hadn’t signed any “confidentiality agreement,” many human higher-ups, including the Elf True Ancestor, Lislotte, had subtly reminded Adele to keep it a secret. So, when President Wen asked, Adele paused, then fabricated a story.

Wen Weiran seemed understanding, the corners of her lips curving up almost imperceptibly as she softly said, “I thought Adele would be the type of girl who’s good at lying.”

Adele’s cheeks flushed. She felt inexplicably embarrassed and quickly retorted, “N-Not at all!” Where did President Wen get that idea?! Was it because her reputation for flirting at the academy made her seem like someone skilled at deceiving girls?

As Adele pondered, Wen Weiran changed the subject. “By the way, I often see you at the Enforcement Bureau these days.”

“Ah, that’s because of special training and some other things...”

“Are your studies at the academy alright?”

“Well, there’s definitely some impact, but my situation is special... Headmistress Winona granted me permission to choose all courses.”

Wen Weiran nodded, seemingly unsurprised by the girl’s answer. “You are the Chosen Girl, after all,” she said calmly, the light in her eyes, whether an illusion or not, seeming sharper.

Adele felt like a student being questioned by a teacher, feeling uneasy. Perhaps sensing the girl’s mood, Wen Weiran suddenly said frankly, “Actually, I’m not very good at communicating with people.”

“I’m just worried that my next question might be difficult for you to answer.”

“So I tried to bring up other topics first, to smoothly transition.”

“I see...”

“It’s okay! I’m fine, President Wen. Ask whatever you want!” Adele reassured her.

Wen Weiran nodded and stopped walking. Adele, influenced by her, also stopped, nervously awaiting Wen Weiran’s question. Wen Weiran’s gaze became serious, her eyes piercing as if trying to see through Adele. Whether she could truly see through her was unknown.

After all, if Adele remembered correctly, President Wen’s abilities were formidable, wielding the authority of “certain hit” and “penetration.” If this power could be applied to abstract things, like “words that always hit a nerve,” it would be a terrifying weapon!

“Then I’ll ask.”

“Adele, do you consider yourself human?”

“???” Trying to break her defenses, huh? 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

“Sorry, I misspoke.” Fortunately, Wen Weiran realized her rudeness and rephrased her question. “I mean, do you consider yourself part of the Human Race, or the Vampire Clan?”

Here it comes, the classic question of belonging. Adele’s allegiance was complicated, being a hybrid of vampire and human. But answering either side would be a rejection of the other!

Wen Weiran knew this question would be difficult for Adele. But she didn’t expect Adele’s answer to be so... She wasn’t sure how to describe it, perhaps “honest”?

“Um... can I be a vampire when I’m with vampires, and a human when I’m with humans?”

This was Adele’s answer. A vampire among vampires, a human among humans! No need for further interpretation!

“What an interesting answer.”

“I understand.” Wen Weiran gave a rare smile. Then, she asked, “By the way, Adele, have you heard from Senior Lige recently?”

Wen Weiran suspected Adele and Li Lige were still secretly in contact, like before.

“No, I don’t know how Senior Lige is doing now.” The girl spoke truthfully. And Wen Weiran was confident in her ability to discern lies from truth. Clearly, Adele was telling the truth.

“I see.” Wen Weiran said, then bid farewell to Adele and walked away.

Adele finally relaxed. Although both were Student Council Presidents, talking to Senior Lige was definitely more comfortable. Wen Weiran always gave off an unreadable vibe. Adele thought to herself.