When Dionysius was pulled away for a private conversation by Seranthalia, Elena, with a sharp eye, noticed the scene among the girls brought by Xanthia. She quickly reported to Xanthia, "Not good, Dionysius was pulled away by that Magenta dy. Do you think she'll badmouth you in front of him?"

  Elena's tone was filled with concern, fearing that Xanthia, who was caught off guard, might be backstabbed.

  Elena was probably the most cautious among the girls around Xanthia. She was particurly skilled at guarding against high-quality men being snatched away by other women—she knew the game well.

  Now, she probably considered Dionysius as already belonging to Xanthia. Although she wasn't optimistic about their future, at least the attitude he showed toward Xanthia was impeccable.

  Dionysius had given Xanthia a lot of face, overshadowing Seranthalia completely. Xanthia might not have felt it herself, but Elena definitely enjoyed the moment.

  As Xanthia's friend, Elena also benefited from the event. She thrived in this kind of social setting, especially with Xanthia as her backer. Her confidence was restored, and she quickly made more connections with high-quality men, leaving a good impression on them all.

  She knew the importance of making a mark at such gatherings.

  Previously, Elena had worried about Xanthia's possible involvement with Dionysius, but now that the retionship was becoming clearer, she found that everything was worth it. She had come around and had no regrets.

  She was always someone who prioritized practical benefits and had flexible moral boundaries. As Xanthia grew more important in her eyes, she didn’t want to see her friend being schemed against. As soon as she noticed anything unusual, she immediately informed Xanthia.

  She considered herself a good friend to Xanthia. Their retionship as desk mates had been strong, having never fought despite spending so much time together.

  The reason for this was Xanthia's excellent temperament—there was simply nothing to argue about. Being with her was always easy and pleasant.

  Elena’s maturity far surpassed her peers, and despite the emotional turmoil caused by Dematero, she never took it out on Xanthia. She was clear-headed enough to realize that Dematero was the one who wanted to see her fall out, but she would not let him succeed.

  Many boys enjoy watching two exceptional girls argue, even hoping for drama. Elena, however, was no fool and wasn’t going to py into their hands.

  Upon hearing Elena's warning, Xanthia simply smiled indifferently. "Sister Elena, don’t worry. No matter what bad things she says, I don’t care... By the way, there are so many snacks here. Do you want me to open a pack for you?"

  At this point, Xanthia had already begun her search for food, as if eating was the greatest joy for her. She was eager to start the birthday party and indulge in a feast, unlike the other guests who seemed more interested in socializing, chatting, or pying games.

  Everyone seemed patient, and if they were hungry, there were various snacks, nuts, and fruits avaible, all quite luxurious. The kind of fruits like cherries and mangosteen that usually weren’t eaten casually were now being enjoyed freely.

  However, hardly anyone indulged fully. Most took only a small taste, feeling too embarrassed to eat too much. After all, at their age, they were still too self-conscious.

  Xanthia, on the other hand, had no such concerns. She casually id back on a luxurious massage chair that Lhoraine had specially bought and asked the female attendant to bring her an assortment of snacks, fruits, and seeds, then started enjoying it all.

  Thinking about how all these treats and luxuries were all sponsored by her irresponsible father, Xanthia felt double the joy, delighting in her free lunch.

  The other guests, witnessing this, were naturally shocked. How close was Xanthia with Dionysius? It almost felt like she had completely taken over the pce.

  It must be admitted that Xanthia's carefree pursuit of happiness somehow made everyone else feel more rexed as well. Her actions seemed to remind everyone to let go of their inhibitions, continue the music, and enjoy the party.

  Elena, still worried, said to Xanthia, "Li'l Xanthia, that Magenta dy is not someone to take lightly. You really need to be careful."

  Xanthia, however, cheerfully shoved a cherry into Elena's mouth. "Careful? What’s there to be careful about? Accumuting happy points is the most important!"

  On the balcony, alone, Seranthalia’s face showed disappointment after hearing Dionysius’s answer.

  She thought to herself, no wonder Xanthia was so confident. The mention wasn’t just empty talk. Dionysius's answer aligned perfectly with it!

  Seranthalia, feeling humiliated, couldn't help but sarcastically say, "So she really is your "sister". You really spoil her, don’t you? You’ve elevated her to such degree."

  With that, Seranthalia made a motion as if she were about to leave.

  "Wait!" Dionysius, clearly confused, stopped her. "What do you mean by "sister" with that tone? Are you misunderstanding something?"

  When Seranthalia was stopped, a small sense of relief washed over her. What she feared most was that Dionysius wouldn’t expin things clearly. So, her earlier flounce had a hint of coquetry to it.

  “I misunderstood something? Heh... I only heard from Xanthia’s cssmates that she privately called you her brother or godbrother. What’s with this novel plotline? I didn’t expect you, Dionysius, to be into this kind of thing too,” Seranthalia said with a touch of resentment.

  Dionysius was a bit confused, but he quickly put himself in Xanthia’s shoes. He knew how stubborn she was, and he never expected her to expin things like that to her cssmates just to distance herself from the Papadopoulos familia. Should he py along?

  After all, "godbrother" was still a form of brother, and if it helped Xanthia willingly accept her “sister” identity, Dionysius didn’t mind pying the role of a godbrother.

  Each of them could see things their own way. You’re my real sister, I’m your godbrother.

  The old saying goes, "A big brother is like a father." In other words, a godbrother is practically a godfather.

  If he could be Xanthia’s godfather, it would be a subtle form of revenge for the time she joked.

  With that thought in mind, Dionysius couldn’t help but smile. It felt like he and Xanthia were both trying to outdo each other in this peculiar way of wanting to become the other’s.

  Meanwhile, Seranthalia noticed that Dionysius had fallen silent, and her heart sank with worry.

  Her mind was filled with bitterness and disappointment toward Dionysius, and she assumed his silence meant he had tacitly agreed.

  There was no need for her to continue the act. It no longer made sense, and she was exhausted. Let everything fall apart.

  Seranthalia, being proud, felt that if Dionysius had already implicitly chosen Xanthia, there was no need for her to keep pursuing him.

  “Have you thought of something happy? Why are you smiling?” Seranthalia, who usually adhered to etiquette, was now a little exasperated.

  Dionysius quickly suppressed his smile, gesturing an apology. “No, no! But Seranthalia, you really misunderstood... Xanthia isn’t my god-sister or "sister" as you think. She’s literally my half-sister, from the same father... We’re blood-reted!”

  Dionysius didn’t care what Xanthia had told her cssmates to distance herself from the Papadopoulos familia. When it came to his own circle, he wouldn’t allow any misunderstandings to spread.

  He had always wanted to introduce Xanthia to his friends so she could experience the honor of being the eldest daughter of the Papadopoulos familia. Unfortunately, Xanthia, who had been shy and introverted, never gave him that chance.

  To avoid making her uncomfortable, he had kept their retionship under wraps.

  But there was one thing Dionysius was stubborn about—whenever he introduced Xanthia, he insisted on calling her his “little sister.”

  After all, if he was just a little brother, it would be embarrassing. How could a thin and frail older sister exist in his life?

  Moreover, without a little sister, there would be nowhere for his natural “siscon-complex” to go.

  Upon hearing Dionysius’s apology and expnation, Seranthalia’s eyes widened in shock.

  Her heart could be described in a single line of poetry: “Though the mountain of obstacles seems impassable, a glimmer of hope shines through the dark.”

  What? Xanthia was actually Dionysius’s half-sister?

  Seranthalia believed him immediately. She wasn’t the kind of woman who would stubbornly hold on to a misunderstanding like the idiotic female leads in romance dramas, refusing to believe the male lead’s expnation, rolling around in denial, and insisting that Xanthia was just a “sister,” her rival.

  Mainly, Dionysius was always straightforward and never spoke without thinking. His character was solid, and Seranthalia admired him for that.

  “I understand now... Xanthia is your father’s illegitimate daughter, right? Your father’s reputation... sigh,” Seranthalia said sympathetically, patting Dionysius’s shoulder and lowering her voice in consotion.

  “No! Xanthia is not an illegitimate child. She is the legitimate daughter of the Papadopoulos familia!"