No words Qingyi could recognize escaped from the elven woman's lips.

Only a strange, fast, and beautiful chant, before an intense sense of danger overwhelmed the handsome young man's body. Immediately, he bent his entire body to the side.

The elven woman's hands became nothing more than a blur. Her blade flashed as she slashed at a speed that Qingyi was only able to follow with his draconic eyes.

There was no sound, no destruction. Only a quick, silent movement, followed by a cold breeze.

In the next second, the iron bars behind Qingyi opened. The same happened to trees miles away, their huge trunks split by a perfect cut, falling to the ground.

"Ah... it's been a long time since I've received such a warm welcome..." Qingyi flashed a gentle smile.

However, the elven woman's eyes did not linger on him for even a second longer; she soon turned to Ruxue.

To Qingyi's surprise, she immediately lowered her head.

"I salute the divine spirit... this little one is Aeryn Silverveil." She spoke, her voice low, noble, and gentle.

It was exactly the voice Qingyi expected from an elven beauty: sweet, feminine, and composed, but not in an exaggerated way.

Every word was perfect, from her pronunciation to her simple tone.

With a gentle look, he opened her status screen.

[Name: Aeryn Silverveil

Age: 23

Corruption: 0/100

Chastity: Intact

Lust: 3%

Talent: Great Genius

Reward: Extremely high

Spiritual roots: None/Immortal Level Mana Heart

Mana Manipulation: Ninth Ring

Traits: Faithful, high elven royal blood, arrogant noble, daughter of nature, non-human common sense, unique sense of humor.]

As he expected, she was a true and arrogant high elf beauty. With a sigh, he just turned to Ruxue.

The spirit beauty was a little surprised by how respectful this woman, whom she had never seen in her life, was being.

She was even more surprised by the fact that Aeryn knew she was a spirit. Of course, she knew that elves worshipped spirits, especially nature spirits like her, but still...

Ruxue was about to respond when Aeryn's lips parted again.

"Is this human man your enslaver, divine spirit? Should I kill him and set you free?"

"I told you this aunt was scary..." The little girl muttered into Ruxue's chest, immediately hiding her face from Aeryn's gaze.

The moment Ruxue heard those words, she was unable to stop a laugh from escaping her lips. Aeryn's face was immediately filled with confusion.

"He is my husband, not my enslaver. Besides, I wouldn't exactly consider him human." Ruxue said, wiping her eyes.

"Not human?" Aeryn's eyes focused on Qingyi again.

She stopped in front of him, tilting her face toward his shoulder. Qingyi didn't think much of it, just allowing Aeryn to examine him, his eyes falling over her shoulders.

As her torso leaned forward, her buttocks protruded.

In that position, he could see perfectly: two large, round, perfect globes, the stretchy fabric demarcating them perfectly. Her slim waist and the curve of her hips made them look even bigger.

Aeryn's face stopped inches from Qingyi's chest. She sniffed once before realizing.

Qingyi was, in fact, not a human.

"You're a dragon..." Aeryn whispered.

Her pale, high cheeks were taken over by a soft, reddish blush, her noble features curving in satisfaction.

Of course, how could an honored divine spirit stay with just any human?

Qingyi merely enjoyed Aeryn's reaction, her eyes adorably avoiding his. There was still arrogance in her, but not the total indifference of her first glance.

"What's going on here?" Suddenly, an old female voice caught everyone's attention.

From inside the church, an old woman emerged. She was no less than eighty years old, Clearly a nun, carrying a cross on her chest.

"Mother!" Alice squirmed in Ruxue's arms, her little feet tapping excitedly on the floor as she threw herself into the nun's arms.

The old woman was not Alice's real mother, but the leader of that church, which also served as an orphanage. But that didn't matter much to the little girl.

"Alice, where were you, dear? I told you not to run away like that!" the old woman said.

Another group of children soon appeared at the church door, watching the newcomers with curiosity.

"I was just—" Before Alice could even finish her sentence, she was met with another barrage of scolding.

Soon, with her head bowed, she was forced into the orphanage.

Of course, her discouragement was short-lived.

Soon, Qingyi could hear her excited voice, telling her friends how she was attacked by a monster and how Qingyi exterminated them in a single moment.

The old nun just sighed, her eyes focusing on Aeryn. Honestly, she didn't like having that woman there.

She was a chosen hero, yes, but she was not a true follower of Auranys.

Just like every other damn elf, she was an infidel. How could she become one of the chosen heroes?

Slowly, the nun's eyes shifted to Qingyi. To be more specific, to the necklace he wore.

Aeryn had noticed this, but paid little attention to it.

Of course, the nun couldn't react so coldly, her face filling with the deepest shock.

"I-is that... Impossible!" The old woman said, approaching Qingyi.

She grabbed the item she carried on her own chest, pointing it toward Qingyi's chest.

Immediately, there was a reaction, the item glowing brightly.

It was real... Qingyi was the last of the five chosen heroes! The one who would save them from calamity!

The old woman clutched her own chest tightly, turning to Aeryn.

"Didn't you see that this man is also one of the chosen heroes?" The nun asked.

"Hm... is he?" Aeryn turned her face slightly before answering.

She spoke with all the force of someone who was absolutely not there for political reasons and who really cared about Auranys: "Cool."

The old woman was unable to stop her mouth from dropping.

Cool?

Why the hell was she the only one there treating this matter with the seriousness it deserved?

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