Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Martial Realm.

The Schuler Estate.

Brandon had been on edge, anxiously waiting, and when he saw Lillian return with bruises and cuts, he was taken aback.

"Lillian!" Brandon's mom, Ava, rushed over, her voice laced with worry. "What happened? How on earth did you get hurt like this? Zavier, how could you let this happen to your sister?" "Mom, it's not Zavier's fault," Lillian choked out, her voice trembling as she tried to hold back tears. "It was Flora. She did this to me. My wrist's shattered, and it hurts so much, Mom!"

Ava, overwhelmed with concern, immediately ordered the servants to fetch a doctor and helped Lillian to a seat. Seeing her daughter in such pain was unbearable, and it only worsened her already pounding headache.

"You said Flora did this to you?" Brandon asked, stepping forward and gently checking Lillian's wrist. His eyes darkened as he assessed the situation, glancing at Zavier for confirmation. Zavier remained silent, which told Brandon all he needed to know. "Looks like you're right. That Flora must be a Martialist," Brandon muttered, his eyes narrowing. "No ordinary person could have done this."

Just then, a servant burst into the room, out of breath. "Sir, the Foundation knows Miss Lillian is back. They've demanded we send someone to the Enforcement Division within twenty minutes, or they'll come here to make an arrest themselves."

The speed at which the Foundation learned of Lillian's return to the Martial Realm was a testament to their influence. The thought of being dragged to the Enforcement Division was terrifying, far worse than going voluntarily.

"Dad, I don't want to go to the Enforcement Division! Please help me, I can't go there!" Lillian clung to Brandon's shirt, tears of fear spilling down her cheeks. She was terrified she'd never make it back alive.

"Don't worry, the blame's on Flora now," Brandon assured her, patting her back gently. "She's a Martialist who hid among regular people. By law, she'll be stripped of her powers and punished severely." Hope flickered in Lillian's eyes.

Yes!

She wasn't the one who should be afraid; it was Flora!

"Dad, take me to the Enforcement Division! I want to accuse Flora. I want her to suffer like I have!"

She was determined to make Flora pay dearly for what she had endured.

...

Brandon, along with Lillian and Zavier, headed to the Enforcement Division. They arrived in just under twenty minutes.

Upon arrival, they found several heads of noble families gathered outside. The assessment of the first family was about to begin, and it was common for many families to be present. "Well, if it isn't the great Master Schuler," one of the family heads remarked, a hint of envy in his voice. "How's the recruitment going? Has Flora joined your household yet?"

"The Schuler family sure is lucky, catching the attention of a genius everyone's after."

Brandon's mood soured, not interested in engaging with them. If it weren't for Lillian's mess, Flora might have joined their family. But now, to protect Lillian, they had to throw Flora under the bus.

"Oh, what happened to Miss Lillian?" someone asked, noticing her bandaged hand. Feeling embarrassed, Lillian tried to hide her hand behind her back.

Just then, a group of officers in green uniforms approached. The captain, Blair, raised a hand and spoke flatly, "Lillian, for unauthorized combat with a civilian, you're under arrest. You'll face two hundred lashes and three days in the water dungeon."

"Dad! Help me!" Lillian shrieked, ducking behind Brandon.

The family heads exchanged knowing glances, realizing Lillian had been caught fighting a civilian-and lost. "Master Schuler, your daughter sure knows how to stir the pot," someone mocked, unable to resist a jab.

Brandon's face turned as dark as a storm cloud, shielding Lillian behind him. As the Enforcement Division

officers moved in, he called out net

"Officers, hold on! My daughter wasnt fighting a civilian. Flora is a hidden Martialist!"

Everyone's expressions shifted at this weighty accusation. Could Flora really be a Martialist?

"That's right! Flora is a Martialist! Arrest her now!" Lillian shouted.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

However, the officers looked at them as if they were clueless.

"Who told you Flora is a Martialist?" A cold, deep voice cut through the air as a man approached. Tall and solidly built, his face was stern, but his eyes were sharp and intense. "Jonathan!"

Upon seeing him, the Enforcement Division disciples stood at attention, and the family heads respectfully greeted him as Jonathan.

In the Martial Realm, nobody dared cross the Foundation.