Estelle’s vision suddenly caught sight of Enya.
She paused for a moment, then her gaze involuntarily shifted to the hand Enya was holding.
In Enya’s hand was a vial of potion emitting a faint glow.
She extended the vial toward the girl, but Estelle only looked at it without taking it.
Seeing that Estelle didn’t reach out, Enya said,
“Training needs to be planned—it’s not blind effort that brings results. There are many who work hard, but few who put effort in the right direction. This is a potion to restore energy. Drink it and rest for a while. Once you’ve replenished your spirit, then push forward.”
After Enya’s explanation, Estelle finally stretched out her hand.
She took the vial and, without hesitation, pulled out the stopper and gulped down the potion.
Enya watched her frank demeanor and couldn’t help but ask,
“Little Estelle, aren’t you afraid this potion might have some strange side effects?”
With her mouth full of potion, Estelle puffed out her cheeks, still struggling to swallow.
Once she finally gulped it down, she looked at Enya with her pale golden eyes and shook her head.
“Ain sister is a good person.”
“Hehehe…”
Enya was amused by the little one’s honest innocence. She reached out and patted Estelle’s head, speaking tenderly with a doting smile.
“Keep it up, my little Estelle~”
“Mm.”
Estelle blinked; she liked the feeling of “Ain sister” touching her head.
The girl didn’t understand why… she just felt happy and comforted whenever that voice praised her and that hand caressed her.
It was like… like when she once tried so hard to impress Vivienne, hoping for praise, but ended up being ignored.
Estelle looked up at the helmet on Enya’s head.
Since it was seamless, the inside couldn’t be seen from the outside, while Enya could see outside through the helmet’s visor.
Curious, the girl asked,
“Ain sister, why do you always wear your helmet?”
“This is because…”
Because of what? Of course, Enya was afraid Estelle would recognize her.
Even though her body had changed after becoming the Dragon Princess, her face was still the same; anyone who knew her could recognize her at a glance.
If she took off the visor in front of Estelle, Vivienne would probably notice too.
Facing those pure eyes, Enya swallowed hard and quietly said to Estelle,
“My face was injured and looks scary, so I always wear this helmet.”
“Oh.”
Estelle nodded lightly, seemingly believing Enya’s makeshift excuse.
Seeing her eldest daughter didn’t press further, Enya finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She had considered whether to just come clean with Estelle and even tell Rosily:
“Mom is not just a dragon, you also have a human sister, and now Mom is taking you two precious daughters away from this continent to find a peaceful place to live…”
If they were to run away, they could find an island overseas.
But Enya only thought this briefly—if she really wanted to run, she would have done so already, instead of playing the role of Madam Phil here.
Looking at her eldest daughter sitting on the ground, preparing to meditate while training and resting, Enya took a deep breath.
In comparison, she realized how lazy her second daughter, Rosily, was.
Rosily loved to sleep in and would find a spot to just lie down and nap.
Enya hoped Estelle would allow herself to be a little lazy sometimes instead of always pushing to train. When Enya was young, she was never as diligent as Estelle.
Estelle looked at Enya and asked,
“Ain sister, what exactly is Swordsmanship?”
“Swordsmanship, huh? That’s a long story. I’ll explain it to you slowly…”
If a Magic User transforms magical power into magic,
then a warrior transforms magical power into ‘Qi.’ ‘Qi’ is a means to enhance attacks, manifesting as the magical glow emitted from their weapons and bodies.
Their presence alone can directly damage the surroundings.
This technique of transforming magical power is called a ‘Battle Technique’ or ‘Swordsmanship.’
Whether it’s a certain battle technique or a specific swordsmanship, the essence is the use of magical power.
Sword Qi is a special type of magical power transformed through swordsmanship.
Warriors’ battle techniques also have similar unique properties, but swordsmen focus more on offense, making their Sword Qi sharper and more piercing.
After all, more people specialize in swordsmanship.
Because so many have walked this path, swordsmanship has been studied more deeply than typical battle techniques, thus opening broader future possibilities.
As for Sword Skills… those are extensions beyond basic swordsmanship.
If you had to compare, it would be like magic compared to magical power.
In this world, it’s common knowledge to learn the theory before the techniques, which is why Estelle is learning swordsmanship from Enya.
After explaining these basic theories, Enya asked the attentive Estelle,
“Do you understand what I’ve said?”
“Yes.”
Estelle nodded firmly and confidently repeated that she understood.
The silver-haired girl stood up from the ground, intending to approach the bone spear Enya had stuck in the earth once again.
It still stood tall, and she planned to grasp it and enter the Bone World to fight those bone creatures.
But as she walked, she staggered and almost fell.
Enya stepped forward and caught her slender body in one hand.
Estelle leaned against Enya’s chest, feeling her legs still weak.
Enya looked down at her and said,
“Didn’t I tell you to rest first? Why won’t you listen?”
Her tone was half reproach, half helplessness—wanting to scold but not too loudly, frustrated by Estelle’s stubbornness.
“Um… sorry, Ain sister.”
Estelle bowed her head, her voice trembling slightly.
Enya immediately softened and gently comforted her daughter.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t rush too much, my little Estelle. We’ll take it slow, alright?”
“Alright.”
Estelle glanced at the bone spear, bit her lower lip lightly, softened, and fully leaned into Enya’s embrace.
“Ain sister smells so nice.”
Underneath the armor, Enya’s lips curled up slightly.
If it were Rosily with her keen nose, Enya wouldn’t even need magic to hide her body’s scent; Rosily’s keen sense of smell would easily link ‘Ain’ and ‘Phil’ as the same person.
Fortunately, Estelle’s nose wasn’t that sensitive.
Enya knelt down with her legs folded, letting her eldest daughter sit comfortably on her lap, leaning her back against Enya’s chest. Without realizing it, Enya’s hands wrapped gently around Estelle’s waist.
Estelle squinted and slowly closed her heavy eyelids. The Bone World was very mentally taxing.
Enya waited a while longer until Estelle’s breathing was completely calm and she was sure the girl had fallen asleep.
The armor on Enya’s body transformed into a burst of light that condensed onto the tips of her silver hair and the exposed pointed ears, forming a pair of silver-black earrings.
Today, Enya wore something simple—a black nightgown with white lace trimming along the edges and straps, matching her exquisitely curved Dragon Princess figure, both pure and alluring.
Estelle’s small head rested perfectly on Enya’s cold, hard steel chest plate.
The weight of her daughter’s head caused Enya’s soft white bosom to indent slightly. Estelle seemed to sense the comfort and shifted her entire body.
Enya was a little startled and remained perfectly still, afraid that even the slightest movement might wake her hard-earned sleeping eldest daughter.
Please don’t wake up, my good eldest daughter!
If she woke, how would Enya explain everything? Seeing a face like her own, what would Estelle think?
Would she feel abandoned and deceived?
As Estelle’s eyelashes twitched, Enya softly began humming a lullaby.
She was already an expert at putting her daughters to sleep; Rosily used to need one or two hours of coaxing.
Estelle’s previously furrowed brow relaxed, her breathing returned to steady, peaceful rhythms. It seemed the ‘mother’s lullaby’ truly worked.
Enya secretly sighed in relief.
She picked up Estelle and went to a sunny spot near a tree root.
Sitting down, she basked in the warmth while softly humming an unknown tune, holding her daughter.
The afternoon sun was especially brilliant, filtering through the layers of leaves and shining down on the mother and daughter.
Their silver hair and pale skin shimmered, casting a radiant glow around them.
The silver-haired Dragon Princess gently stroked the cheek of the little silver-haired girl in her arms.
Enya quietly gazed at Estelle, her face filled with loving affection.
She grasped her eldest daughter’s hand, feeling the thickened skin on the fleshy part between thumb and index finger—proof that Estelle had been practicing swordsmanship for some time without taking breaks.
Thinking of this, Enya hugged her slender daughter tightly and bent down to kiss her forehead.
The next morning.
Henna woke up as usual.
The maid hadn’t come yet, so she got out of bed on her own, wearing small slippers, and went to the mirror.
She looked at the little blood elf loli reflected back—her small hands rubbing her eyes.
“Alright, no miracles today.”
After yawning, she began to tidy her messy long hair.
Her crimson locks were longer than her height!
The more Henna brushed, the messier it became, and soon sweat appeared on her forehead.
Suddenly, the maid pushed the door open and hurried to the bed.
Seeing the blanket had been pulled back, she looked around and then quickly approached the blood elf loli.
“Lord, Princess Vivienne wishes to see you!”
“?!!”
Henna was so startled she fell backward onto the floor.