Everyone pays the price for their youth.
And Lilith was especially young.
She had once believed that the human Supreme Being was invincible, and that Morpheus was the most invincible of them all.
With Morpheus protecting her, the luck of a four-leaf clover on her side, and her firm allegiance to the human race, Lilith had thought that, if nothing else, she would at least live a life of comfort and ease.
Who could have imagined that falling into Thor's hands would lead to this?
Tears welled up in Lilith's eyes as she flipped through the skill book, her voice trembling with frustration.
"I can't read this!"
Mike hadn't expected this—Lilith couldn't read!
She could speak, but she couldn't write!
Dracula's expression darkened even further.
How could the Blood Ancestor have such an incompetent sister? She's the shame of the blood clan!
