True Immortal Heart-Chapter 45: Stirring Lysandra

Seeing Dusk’s apparent concern about her attitude, Lysandra responded with a gentle smile.

"Don’t worry. I have my own aspirations. I would never do anything that goes against them."

The sincerity in her voice was unmistakable, and Dusk found himself tentatively believing her.

After all, if someone was skilled enough in the art of deception, even the most blatant lie could pass as truth. He himself had lied more than a few times—well, to be more accurate, he often used half-truths. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Like when he killed someone—yes, that was the truth. He didn’t deny it. But he could always add a few details to make it sound like he’d done it for a noble cause.

"Thanks a lot. May I ask... what is your aspiration?" Dusk gave his thanks, then followed up with the question.

He wanted to understand her better—for practical reasons, of course.

Noticing his curiosity, Lysandra made no attempt to hide her answer.

"My dream has always been the same: to become the most beautiful person in this world."

Her tone and gaze made it clear that this was no idle boast. It was her deepest, most burning desire.

Dusk was momentarily stunned. This wasn’t just an ordinary dream—it was a path.

A path was a personal journey, a unique direction of growth. For anyone to rise to the heights of a high-level Heart Master, sheer effort and luck weren’t enough—they also needed a clearly defined path.

Although Dusk had only reached Rank 6, he understood the importance of it. The higher one climbed, the more crucial the path became. Perhaps it was even the key to breaking through at certain thresholds.

’So that’s how it is. For someone to already understand their path at this stage... it makes perfect sense she’ll become powerful in the future.’

At the same time, he realized something else:

’The "most beautiful person in the world" she mentioned... It’s not just about outward appearance.’

"Could you elaborate a little more?" he asked sincerely. "Because honestly, I already think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I’ve never met anyone more stunning than you."

At that moment, he looked just like some pitiful man groveling in front of a divine beauty.

Yet, there was no trace of repulsion on his face—only sincerity.

Once again, Lysandra raised her hand gracefully to cover her mouth and let out a soft chuckle.

Every gesture she made was refined and poised—so much so that Dusk began to feel slightly restrained in her presence.

It was as if she had trained endlessly to perfect such effortless elegance.

For someone like Dusk, who never cared much about appearances, it was more exhausting than impressive.

"Haha, thank you for the compliment," she said. "But what you see as beauty is far from enough for me. To be the most beautiful in the world means having not just appearance, but also virtue, grace, poise, and power—all in perfect harmony. I don’t want to be the most beautiful woman of this era alone. I want to be the most beautiful across the past, the present, and the future of all humanity."

Dusk was taken aback. He had never heard of such a strict standard of beauty.

Now that he thought about it, she did seem even more beautiful in the future—perhaps it was her strength, her presence, or her aura that elevated her appearance.

Suddenly, a rather bold idea flashed through Dusk’s mind.

It was brilliant. He felt like this was the perfect moment to try persuading her to join the Great Love Guild.

"You truly are someone worthy of admiration," he said sincerely. "There’s something I’ve been wondering... though I’m not sure if I should ask."

His expression carried both respect and hesitation, which only piqued Lysandra’s curiosity.

"Go ahead," she replied. "If I can answer, I will."

For some reason, she had a gut feeling Dusk wouldn’t ask some shallow or annoying question she’d want to ignore.

"Alright, then I’ll ask." He drew a deep breath. "If one day, the entire world believes everything you’re doing is wrong—but you yourself feel no guilt, no sense of wrongdoing—what then? I mean in the case where you’re doing everything you can to pursue your aspiration."

Dusk looked directly at her. Their eyes met, and the air grew heavy with seriousness.

Lysandra froze for a moment, then slowly broke into a confident, unwavering smile.

"So what if they do?" she said calmly. "My aspiration isn’t to become beautiful for others—it’s for myself. I know what’s right and what’s wrong. I don’t need to care about the misguided views of others."

That unwavering confidence stemmed from her deep understanding of the world, of society, of right and wrong.

She believed she had seen enough, learned enough, to judge the actions she chose to take.

Dusk slowly sat up with some effort, then clapped his hands in genuine admiration for her attitude.

But what he said next struck her like a bolt of lightning.

"Have you heard about the serial killings in the nearby city?" he asked calmly. "I’m the one who did it."

The sudden confession left Lysandra utterly stunned.

For a moment, she didn’t know how to react.

Should she be afraid?

She felt no need to be. Based on their interactions so far, she truly believed he was a kind, even warm-hearted, person.

Should she approve of it, then?

She quickly realized that wasn’t acceptable either. By the moral standard she believed a perfectly beautiful person should uphold, there was no way she could condone such an act.

The internal conflict made her feel awkward and conflicted—for a brief moment.

But she quickly recognized the solution to this dilemma.

She needed more information.

Judging from Dusk’s expression, she sensed there was more to this than met the eye.

"If there’s more you want to say, say it," she said, steadying her tone. "From your demeanor, I can tell this situation isn’t as simple as it seems."

But instead of directly explaining, Dusk dropped another bombshell—one powerful enough to shake her even further.

"Do you want to live longer? Stay youthful longer—or, perhaps, even forever? The truth is, this era... it’s not the one you thought it was. You, right now, truly have a chance to maintain your place as the most beautiful woman of all time."

For a split second, her usual elegance shattered.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, as if she had just heard something absurd—something unbelievable... and yet, irresistibly alluring.

But almost instantly, she composed herself again.

Her gestures and expressions returned to that signature grace and poise.

"Are you telling the truth?" she asked. Though deep inside, she already had her own answer.

Seeing that she had taken the bait, Dusk smiled and nodded.

"I have no reason to lie to you. You saved my life, after all. I owe you."

Lysandra’s breathing began to quicken.

She could feel the sincerity in his voice—and more than that, she sensed the truth behind his words.