Enya felt an urge to leap down into the great chasm, to strike in and out seven times, and rescue the ancient golden treasures buried there from the old era.
“Is it really necessary? It’s just some gold,”
Pandrak’s teasing voice echoed in her mind at the right moment, causing Enya to pause briefly.
But after hesitating for a moment, Enya continued picking up the few remaining ancient gold coins.
Though these coins were minted long, long ago and were no longer valid in today’s market, gold was still gold—not the credit-based paper currency!
Enya gathered all the gold coins left by the cliff’s edge and carefully placed them inside the “Library.”
After finishing, she clapped her hands and responded firmly.
“It’s necessary. Very necessary!”
“……”
Pandrak couldn’t understand Enya’s obsession with the coins.
Enya didn’t bother explaining, instead turning her gaze toward the bottom of the great chasm.
The fault line was impeccably straight and seemingly bottomless.
But beneath her dragon eyes, there was nothing she couldn’t see!
She clearly spotted the dense, ominous aura drifting upward from below.
This sinister energy likely originated from a very powerful being—just its presence alone was enough to spawn demons.
Pulling her gaze back, Enya had no intention of descending to the bottom of the chasm.
Her current condition didn’t support such a risky venture; her investigation would only be superficial.
With a single leap, she sprang out from the great chasm and soared into the sky.
Once her strength was fully restored, she would have to take a closer look down there.
The chasm wasn’t far from Redwood City, and leaving it unchecked could pose a tremendous threat.
A failed withdrawal due to insufficient funds made Enya a bit displeased.
As she sped across the sky, her powerful draconic aura forced magical beasts to bow their heads or avoid her path altogether.
Enya held no interest in them, flying straight toward the dilapidated wooden cabin she had visited before, intending to bring Estelle back to Redwood City to settle her down.
She landed steadily in front of the shabby cabin.
Stopping at the door, Enya carefully sensed the interior.
Two auras remained calm and undisturbed—they hadn’t woken up yet.
Satisfied, she pushed the door open, but the moment it swung wide, Enya froze in place, her pink lips slightly parted.
A pair of golden-red, vertical pupils stared at the black-haired girl sitting beside Estelle.
Swallowing nervously, Enya gave an awkward laugh.
“Uh, sorry, wrong door! Ha, ha, ha…”
Having said that, she turned to leave without even closing the door, but suddenly felt her tail being grabbed, making her yelp.
“Ah!”
Damn, she couldn’t get away now!
Enya’s face flushed with discomfort.
Her neck felt stiff as if rusted, and she reluctantly turned to look at the small black-haired girl who had caught the tip of her tail with one tiny hand.
Sweat began to bead on Enya’s forehead.
The black-haired girl’s deep, piercing eyes stared fixedly at her, silent but refusing to let go of the tail, trapping Enya.
Enya nearly considered severing her tail to escape.
But she knew that even if she did, she probably wouldn’t get away.
After a brief standoff, she sighed in resignation.
“I told you not to come anymore.”
The black-haired girl finally released Enya’s tail.
Enya hurriedly turned to face her, hiding her dragon tail behind her as if afraid the sudden black-haired girl would grab it again.
The two walked outside toward a nearby stream.
The black-haired girl was noticeably shorter than Enya, barely reaching below her chest, even a bit shorter than Rosily.
Enya sat on a stone, while the girl stood beside her.
Enya tilted her head and looked at her.
“Antiros…”
That’s right, the black-haired girl was none other than Antiros.
Hearing her name, Antiros turned to scrutinize Enya, who looked very different from a year ago.
Whether it was the black dragon scales or the shimmering pink scales, they reflected a beautiful glow under the sun, perfectly complemented by the soft, waist-length silver hair.
No matter how you looked at her, she was a stunning dragoness heroine.
Yet this dragon woman was not only once a human sword saint, but also now a dragon lady with two children.
Antiros, however, showed no surprise.
It was as if whatever Enya had become, she found it perfectly normal.
After examining Enya, Antiros reached out her relatively small hand and gently stroked Enya’s head.
As she did so, she softly said, “If I didn’t come back sooner, you’d have almost become a saint of the goddess Mireya by now.”
“Ah???”
Enya was stunned by this comment, staring blankly at Antiros.
Clearly, she didn’t understand what Antiros meant.
She was perfectly fine—what did this have to do with the goddess Mireya?
Enya sat while Antiros stood.
Enya tilted her head back to look at her.
Antiros was backlit, her face shadowed but expressionless.
She raised her other hand toward Enya’s chest.
Enya parted her lips slightly, watching the hand slip inside her clothes.
She jumped up, her delicate face flushed with embarrassment, and asked in a trembling voice, “What are you doing? Tell me before you touch me!”
A flicker of wistfulness appeared in Antiros’s eyes, as if recalling the past, as if saying—
The child has grown up and started to care about privacy.
Antiros opened her palm to Enya and said,
“Give me the ‘Lie.’”
“……”
Enya’s long ears, framed by her silver hair, blushed deeply.
She glared at Antiros, lightly biting her silver teeth, then turned away and reached inside herself to retrieve the “Lie.”
But she soon realized something was wrong.
The moth-shaped gemstone pendant named “I am a Lie” was somehow fused to her body, seemingly about to merge completely with her.
Surprised, Enya revealed her astonishment just as Antiros approached.
“Let me do it.”
“You…”
Enya took a deep breath but finally bowed her head in agreement.
She watched as Antiros’s small hand slipped through the side of her clothing.
The skin-to-skin contact made Enya feel the hand was a bit mischievous.
But Antiros made no unnecessary moves.
She slid her fingers deeper into the gap, touched the “Lie” pendant, and then chanted a spell.
Enya frowned and glanced at Antiros sideways.
A spell was enough—why didn’t you tell me?
By now, Antiros had withdrawn her hand, ignoring Enya’s resentful look.
In her palm was the moth-shaped gem, its body milky white but with wings as colorful and dazzling as stained glass.
The pendant still carried Enya’s warmth.
Ever since she wore it, she had never taken it off.
She hadn’t expected it to grow into her body like this—if it merged completely inside, even if she wanted to remove it later, she wouldn’t be able to.
To others, she would forever be Lady Phil!
This was what they called “weaving one’s own cocoon,” wasn’t it…
Antiros opened her palm again.
The pendant floated up, held by thin threads of magic.
The colorful-winged moth was broken down into many thin slices.
Antiros took out several new crystal chips and replaced some of the old ones.
Then, she carefully reassembled the colorful-winged moth.
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