The closed door was kicked open with a single blow, crashing heavily to the ground.

A slender, frail figure burst into the room against the light, unhesitatingly lunging toward the young man and tightly grasping the sandalwood stick in his hand.

"Celitia!"

Recognizing who had arrived, Olar flew into a rage, gripping the wooden stick forcefully and swinging hard to throw the girl off.

Where could Celitia's strength compare to Olar's brute force? With just one powerful swing, he broke free from Celitia's grip and casually shoved her against the wall behind.

Her spine crashed hard against the wall, intense pain spreading from her bones throughout her chest cavity. Celitia gasped sharply, forcibly enduring the physical agony.

"Olar!"

She raised her head, her gaze cold as ice blades, staring at Olar with extreme frigidity:

"Do you know what you're holding in your hand? Are you trying to beat Luna to death?"

"She's my family's slave. I'll beat her whenever I want. When did it become your turn to discipline me?"

Olar laughed with utter disdain. He had never taken this sister, who was too weak to withstand a single blow, seriously.

Throwing that phrase "when did it become your turn to discipline" right back at Celitia filled Olar's heart with satisfaction.

"Gidi, you've come at just the right time. Hold Celitia down on the side and let her have a good look at how I beat up that slave she cares so much about!"

Thinking of Celitia being helplessly pinned to the side, forced to watch him brutally beat the person she cared about, Olar felt a more stimulating excitement rising from his cruel heart.

"Ah?! Young... Young Master??"

Gidi, who had followed Celitia over, was stunned, at a loss for what to do, unsure whether to obey Olar's command.

She regretted ten thousand times over that she shouldn't have followed behind Celitia.

"Lily!"

Luna frantically opened her eyes and indeed saw the person she had been worrying about day and night.

Not knowing why she had suddenly appeared at home, Luna's heart was immediately filled with anxiety.

"I... I'm fine. I made Young Master Olar angry, so I deserve punishment."

Luna spoke words she didn't even believe herself, trying to persuade Celitia to leave. "The young master knows his limits. I'll be fine. Please leave quickly, don't... don't look at me, it wouldn't be good if you got frightened..."

At this point, Luna's voice choked up again, almost pleadingly speaking to Celitia.

"Knows his limits?" Celitia let out a cold laugh. "In terms of beating people to death, he might indeed know his limits."

Clutching her chest, Celitia swayed unsteadily as she took a step forward.

As she stepped out, her body that had been hunched over from enduring pain straightened like a sturdy pine, her unsteady footsteps suddenly became firm, walking resolutely toward Olar.

Watching her movements, Olar inexplicably felt an intimidating pressure and hurriedly commanded Gidi, who was standing dumbfounded to the side: "Hold her down, Gidi!"

Gidi snapped back to attention and instinctively obeyed the command, rushing toward Celitia:

"Don't go over there, Miss Celitia. What if the young master accidentally hits you—"

At the same moment, Olar raised the wooden stick and, right in front of Celitia, swung it heavily down toward Luna.

However, this strike still failed to connect.

Gidi only felt her vision blur as the girl she had already blocked suddenly disappeared lightly from before her eyes.

Olar's movement was forcibly halted.

The hand holding the wooden stick was tightly clamped by someone, intense pain radiating from it. Olar felt as if his wrist was about to be twisted off by Celitia.

Where did this girl get such strength?

The confusion flashed through Olar's mind for an instant before being overwhelmed by rage.

"Do you really think I don't dare hit you?!"

Olar exploded with fury, raising his other fist and swinging it fiercely toward Celitia's face.

"Of course you dare."

Celitia spoke, her voice as cold and clear as usual, carrying the fragility that Olar was accustomed to.

"So I dare too."

The instant these words left her mouth, Olar felt a terrifying power of unknown origin suddenly explode forth from the frail girl before him.

His swinging fist was easily deflected by her, and what seemed like delicate, boneless hands gripped his arm, forcefully bending it in the opposite direction.

"Ahhhhhhh!!"

Accompanied by a light "crack," his joint dislocated. Under the intense pain, Olar screamed frantically, tears streaming from his eyes.

"You're being too loud," Celitia said flatly. "Please shut your mouth."

Olar struggled, trying to resist, but the oppressive aura before him terrified him so much that his body trembled and his limbs went weak, unable to react at all for a moment.

The girl precisely grasped Olar's right wrist, applying light pressure with her five fingers in the same manner, dislocating his wrist joint and snatching the sandalwood stick into her own hands.

Raising the sandalwood stick, Celitia showed no trace of mercy and unhesitatingly struck Olar hard on the forehead.

With a dull "thud," Olar couldn't even cry out in pain before going limp and collapsing onto the floor.

In this instant confrontation, Olar had no power to fight back. Celitia had brought him down in just two moves, completely knocking him unconscious.

This change happened too quickly. Olar couldn't react, and the several maids couldn't react even less. Looking at the two siblings, one standing and one lying, they were all stunned speechless.

That shocking, terrifying pressure still hadn't dissipated, making their hearts pound with fear, unable to utter a single word.

Celitia frowned slightly, looking at her own hand.

That's right. Just now, Celitia had felt the long-absent presence of battle energy and magical power.

Otherwise, given the vast difference in strength between Celitia and Olar, no matter how skilled her techniques were, she couldn't possibly have won against Olar in a direct confrontation.

The battle energy and magical power flowed through her body's circuits, rapidly dissipating at a perceptible rate. Before long, Celitia would return to that powerless state.

What exactly was happening...

The confusion flashed through her mind, but Celitia had no time to think about these issues now.

She had indeed saved Luna and knocked Olar unconscious with a stick, seemingly victorious, but in reality, this would bring endless trouble.

Although Olar had struck first, and she had acted more out of protecting Luna and self-defense, her parents would absolutely not listen to explanations.

As soon as Olar complained to their parents, all the blame would fall on her side.

She could handle it herself, but the key issue was that it might also implicate Luna. Neither her stepmother nor Olar were reasonable people.

...So, eliminate the root of the problem?

Celitia's gaze swept coldly over the unconscious Olar, then one by one over the several maids present except Luna. The killing intent contained in her eyes was enough to make each person tremble like a sieve.

Before the maids could have complete breakdowns, Celitia slowly closed her eyes, suppressing the cold gleam in them and abandoning this dangerous thought.