You have to eat a meal one bite at a time, walk a road one step at a time.
For now, just do what you can.
“Mm-hmm~”
Enya stretched her body after getting up from the chair.
Even though she was currently in her spiritual form, the stretch still gave her a sense of relief.
Pandrak glanced over at her figure and asked:
“About to begin?”
“Yeah, it’s time.”
Enya nodded.
As she said those words, a sense of melancholy welled up inside her.
It felt like many years had passed in a blur—like she had settled into a peaceful retirement, only to suddenly walk the path of cultivation all over again.
When she was crafting dreams for Rosily, she had taken on the identity of Miss Phil, the role of a mother who accompanied her daughter through thirteen dreamlike years.
Even though only a month had passed in the real world, Enya had truly experienced the quiet bliss of retirement.
Coupled with how adorable her daughter was, she had let go of many things.
But now, she had picked them up again.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Enya glanced back at Pandrak, who was currently familiarizing herself with magical runes.
Enya suddenly wondered: for beings as long-lived as Pandrak, did they often feel that everything in life was empty and meaningless after so many years?
She didn’t ask.
After all, everyone’s answer would be different—and she would find her own in time.
For now, she could tentatively be considered a dragon too, and her life would be long.
Her consciousness floated upward, returning her to the study.
This study, as the core of Redpine City’s dreamworld barrier, was the convergence point for all magical energy in the city.
Rich and stable in mana, it was an excellent place for cultivation.
So Enya didn’t move her physical body—she just sat down where she was and closed her eyes.
This time, however, she didn’t enter that special space, but instead turned her awareness inward to examine her own soul.
In the mental space known as the “Library,” Pandrak had fully digested the runes on the paper.
She sat down right where she was, and bright red light began to radiate from her body.
At that moment, Enya slowly opened her dragon-like eyes and raised her gaze.
A black-haired woman’s spiritual image overlapped with her own.
Enya allowed Pandrak’s soul to merge with hers.
A voice echoed in her mind—Pandrak’s wistful sigh.
“It’s been a long time since I saw the outside world…”
“Don’t get distracted.”
Enya couldn’t help replying when Pandrak interrupted her like that.
She pouted a little, then closed her eyes again.
With their minds now in perfect sync, they could achieve 100% synchronization.
This study was essentially the heart of Redpine City.
The magic within it began to boil.
Enya led the cultivation.
Her previous mana core had been passed on to her daughter, Rosily.
She had even engraved her sword techniques into Rosily’s memories.
Aside from the “Library” in the mental space, which couldn’t be shared, Enya had given everything she could.
Now, the combined spiritual power of two top-tier powerhouses swept through the mana of Redpine City like a storm.
At this moment, two magical vortexes formed within Enya’s body:
One in her chest, the other in her lower abdomen.
Though they were linked, they didn’t interfere with each other.
Enya had calculated carefully how to make the two coexist without conflict, and it seemed her efforts had paid off—none of it had been in vain.
In Redpine City, the wind began to blow.
…
A breeze passed by, and Rosily paused for a moment.
She seemed to sense her mama’s presence.
She looked up, but saw nothing.
She suddenly remembered that Enya had said she wanted to hear about her day at school tonight.
Taking a deep breath, she stood up from the flowerbed.
She had to do something—otherwise, she wouldn’t know what to talk about when she got home…
She stole a quick glance at those cliques of other students, then ignored them.
After all, the storybook Mama gave her said:
“The strong are always alone.” Hmph!
Rosily stood up from the grass, patted the dirt off her clothes, and was about to head to the sword training room to wait for the next class.
But then, a girl suddenly blocked her path.
“Rosily!”
The brown-haired girl with round glasses clutched a stack of books to her chest.
She pouted and stared at Rosily with grievance in her eyes.
She was clearly annoyed.
But Rosily pretended not to know her and turned her head, ready to walk away.
Suddenly, several vines burst out from the flowerbed and quickly wrapped around Rosily, lifting her off the ground.
“Ah! Don’t do this!”
Rosily cried out, now dangling in midair, kicking and flailing.
But no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t break free from the vines.
On the ground, the brown-haired girl now held a staff in her hand.
“I told you to wait for me so I could tutor you! Why did you sneak off on your own?!”
The girl was full of grievance and even felt the urge to smack Rosily a few times to help her remember the lesson.
“Ugh…”
Rosily knew she had broken her promise first and didn’t dare talk back.
But she also didn’t admit her fault.
She turned her head and acted like nothing was wrong, letting the brown-haired girl keep her tied up in the air.
That “I know I’m wrong but I’m not changing” attitude—complete with bold defiance—infuriated the girl so much her glasses nearly cracked from rage.
She raised her leafy green staff, ready to show Rosily what a real scolding looked like, when a sharp female voice interrupted her spell.
“Heh heh heh, Elqi, I suggest you stop wasting your time on that deadweight transfer student.”
Rosily and the brown-haired girl—Elqi—both turned their heads toward the source of the voice.
The speaker was a long-haired girl with wine-red hair.
Though still young, her beauty was striking and eye-catching.
She raised her snow-white neck high and looked down with scorn at Rosily, who was hanging about three meters off the ground.
Her cherry-red lips parted as she continued coldly:
“A clueless idiot who doesn’t even know what mana is or any of the basic concepts—someone like that only got in to waste time and take up space.
Elqi, stop wasting your effort.
You’d be better off using that time to train yourself.
And I’ve never heard of a noble family named Clorcy in Redpine City.
Sure, she’s got a pretty face, so I bet her mom does too.
Don’t tell me she’s someone’s illegitimate daughter?”
The red-haired girl’s words made several onlookers awkwardly slip away.
Her remarks had struck a nerve.
They’d come to watch the drama, only to get insulted too—how unlucky.
But some people stayed, thoroughly entertained.
A stunning noble school belle bullying a naturally pretty transfer student?
Drama gold.
Even better, there was a third party involved: the magic prodigy Elqi.
Look! It’s a love triangle!
“This has nothing to do with you, Miss Yelena,”
Elqi said as she took off her cracked glasses and tucked them into a small pouch she carried.
She then firmly gripped her magic staff and turned to release Rosily—only to hear a soft thud.
Rosily had actually broken free of the vines.
Landing steadily on the ground, she turned a sharp gaze toward Yelena.
Yelena felt an inexplicable sense of unease under Rosily’s stare, but she forced it down and glared right back.
She hated slackers and layabouts the most—just looking at them pissed her off.
And this transfer student?
Didn’t know anything, couldn’t answer basic questions, and the teachers still treated her with kid gloves and chuckled like fools!
Little girl you better be careful okay?