“Sister Tarashil, I...” Sephirena stood frozen.

This was an illusion; she knew it... knew it very clearly.

She knew the illusion wanted her to make a change, to get a perfect ending, and then stay here.

She was very clear about this, clearer than anyone else.

But... to let Sister Tarashil die before her eyes again?

In illusion magic, as long as one’s heart was clear enough, there was nothing to worry about.

Even if she followed the illusion’s path, so what? As long as she was aware this was an illusion, she wouldn’t get lost.

“I’m fine. Tonight, I will definitely treat Mother well.” She hoped that at least, in this environment, please let Sister Tarashil survive...

“That’s great, Sephirena, you’re really working hard,” Tarashil ruffled Sephirena’s head.

At night, Sephirena arrived punctually before the Tree of Life. Under the protection of many guards, she sang, danced, and used the Spring of Life to irrigate the Tree of Life.

Everything proceeded in an orderly manner. No accidents happened. She didn’t know what had occurred that day.

“Well done, Sephirena,” Tarashil ruffled Sephirena’s head, praising her. “You’ve become very skilled. I believe everyone will acknowledge you soon.”

“...” Sephirena didn’t speak. This was indeed something Sister Tarashil would say, but she’s not her.

“What’s wrong? Is there something on your mind? Can you tell your sister?” Tarashil’s gentle voice again left Sephirena unable to speak.

“Nothing... I might be a bit tired,” Sephirena said.

“Mm, then rest well.”

The next day, Sephirena woke up in her familiar bed. The illusion had not been dispelled.

“Why hasn’t the illusion been dispelled?”

“What illusion? Sephirena, # Nоvеlight # what are you talking about?” Tarashil came to Sephirena’s side at this moment.

Sephirena originally wanted to say something, but was once again stopped by Tarashil’s actions.

“Are you too tired from yesterday? Since yesterday, your state has been a bit off,” Tarashil brought breakfast to Sephirena. These were all prepared by Tarashil herself, Sephirena’s favorite foods.

“I am a bit tired.”

She knew clearly this illusion was fake, and she had the ability to dispel this illusion on the spot, but she didn’t do so.

Why?

Actually, she knew very well. Even if it was just an illusion, she wanted to see a future where Sister Tarashil survived...

Moreover, this illusion had never appeared before; it was an unknown illusion.

So, even knowing it was fake, Sephirena had to do this. This might be her only chance.

If she dispelled it now, she might never see it again.

“Then, eat well and recover your energy!” Tarashil placed the breakfast on the table.

After a simple wash, Sephirena looked at herself in the mirror.

Her hair was short, her expression somewhat fierce, quite different from her current appearance.

Sephirena stood frozen. So her past self was so negligent about her appearance.

But it didn’t matter. After all, she didn’t have any special person who she wanted to impress with her beauty.

Sephirena went outside, and Tarashil reached out to smooth her hair. “If you go out like this, people will definitely laugh at you.”

“...Let them laugh if they want.” Sephirena remembered clearly that before coming out, she had already tidied her hair. This was just an illusion environment; the habits she had formed now hadn’t disappeared.

It was the illusion making her like this. The illusion was still trying to confuse her, to make her dwell in past memories, trying to deceive her, to make the illusion become reality.

“Sephirena, you’re an adult now. You should learn to groom yourself,” Tarashil cupped her face with both hands. “Others might not know, but I know very well. Sephirena, you’re actually very beautiful; you just don’t want to take care of yourself.”

“...It’s too troublesome.” Whether in the past or present, Sephirena would give this answer.

Was she beautiful? She was only trying to emulate Sister Tarashil.

“Try it. These are all your favorites,” Tarashil said.

“Mm.” Sephirena nodded.

Elven food wasn’t very luxurious. After all, they didn’t need to eat; their skin could absorb nutrients from the air.

So-called food was just various fruits and vegetables simply dressed with sauce—basically a salad.

Very ordinary food, but Sephirena’s hand couldn’t stop trembling.

It had been a long time, a very long time since she had tasted Sister Tarashil’s food.

Sister Tarashil’s cooking skills were average, far inferior to Princess Liana’s.

But Sister Tarashil had another advantage: she knew what Sephirena liked to eat.

Cherries and strawberries.

Each time she brought food for Sephirena, they were carefully selected, and Sister Tarashil’s sauce was also different from ordinary elven sauce, quite unique.

So at the first bite, this nostalgic feeling rushed into Sephirena’s mind.

She couldn’t help but cry, tears falling onto the plate.

Tarashil quickly came to Sephirena’s side. “What’s wrong? Sephirena, are you feeling unwell somewhere? Or is there something wrong with today’s strawberries?”

“Nothing...” Sephirena wanted to see how long this impostor could keep up the act!

“Really nothing? All this time, you’ve always been the one making others cry. The word ‘cry’ doesn’t suit you at all,” Tarashil joked.

Indeed, in her memory, Sephirena only shed tears for the first time when standing before Sister Tarashil’s tombstone.

“I’m really fine. It’s just that I miss Sister Tarashil’s cooking,” Sephirena said.

“What strange things are you saying again?” Tarashil said irritably. “Don’t I prepare breakfast for you every day? It’s just that you either oversleep or can’t be found. And now you’re already missing it?”

“I’m sorry, Sister Tarashil. I’ll change,” Sephirena said very seriously.

This frightened Tarashil greatly. She quickly reached out and placed her hand on Sephirena’s forehead. “You’re not really sick, are you?”

“Hasn’t Sister Tarashil always wanted me to change? How come now that I really want to change, you’re like this!” Sephirena said dissatisfied.

Since the illusion wanted her to act this way, she might as well go along with it.

She wanted to see if the illusion could perfectly imitate Sister Tarashil.

Before her body reached its limit, before the illusion magic collapsed, it would end.

“It seems I wronged you. This time, Sephirena is really confident,” Tarashil smiled.

After enjoying breakfast, Sephirena groomed herself a bit, making herself more like her current self.

But qualities like temperament would take a long time to change.

Yet just this much already made Tarashil happy. “I told you, Sephirena, you just need a little grooming to be beautiful!”

Sephirena went outside, and a person she was all too familiar with appeared before her.

It was the girl who had competed with her yesterday.

“Princess Sephirena, you broke our agreement,” The girl was clearly dissatisfied with Sephirena’s actions.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t agree to your request. It’s too unfair for you,” Sephirena said.

“How would you know I can’t handle it without competing?” The girl wasn’t going to give up. “Isn’t this the gift Princess Sephirena wants to give to Princess Tarashil?”

“This is indeed very important to me, but I promised Sister Tarashil not to bully other elves. Besides, doing this has no meaning,” Sephirena looked at the girl.

“I think you also can’t bear to see Mother suffering, so you wanted to give it to me this way, right?”

Sephirena certainly knew the truth wasn’t like this, but the illusion obviously wanted to keep her here, so it wouldn’t give the truth, nor does it know the truth.

“Princess Sephirena...”

Sephirena reached out her hand. “Come, let’s save Mother, the Tree of Life, together?”

The girl looked at Sephirena’s outstretched hand. “Alright, Princess Sephirena...”