Enya landed lightly in a forest, setting Sophia down before walking toward an open, circular area and crouching to inspect something closely.
Sophia hurried to her side, sensing the magic field around them—there had been a distinct disturbance here, clear traces of magic having been used.
“The magic field here experienced an intense shock, probably caused by teleportation magic. This must be where the Teleportation Array was, right?”
The Elf Missy said this, but what she was actually more curious about was how Enya even knew about this place.
After all, they hadn’t made a single detour on the way here; it was obvious they’d taken the shortest, straight route.
Enya didn’t immediately respond to Sophia’s question.
Instead, she placed her palm flat on the ground, and a pale silver magic emanated from her, flowing down her arm and into the earth.
The pale silver magic seeped underground and began to spread outward, forming layer after layer of magic circle structures.
Seeing this, Sophia was stunned.
Watching Enya focus, injecting magic bit by bit into the ground, Sophia opened her mouth, but it took a while before she finally asked, “Miss Ain, what are you doing?”
Sophia knew, of course, that this was repairing a magic circle. But she had never seen anyone repair it like this—so directly!
She’d once studied Formation Magic under an old mage, including Teleportation Formation Magic.
This kind of magic had its own special Compilation Rules, and only by deciphering those rules could one repair someone else’s Teleportation Array.
That’s why repairing another’s Teleportation Array was extremely difficult: you had to transcribe the original magic circle Runes—
Copy them down, then decipher the patterns bit by bit, and only then could you begin to repair and reconstruct it.
Who would just, like Enya, press a hand to the ground and simultaneously decode and reconstruct? If even one piece was wrong, the whole thing could easily blow up!
Sophia unconsciously stepped back a little.
As an Elf mage with a checkered history, she was understandably a bit nervous.
But watching Enya decode so quickly, Sophia felt like she was witnessing a marvel—and, the more she watched, the more she found herself captivated by Enya’s focused profile.
The Teleportation Array’s structure was extremely complex, with thousands of Runes and a five-tiered structure—completely different from ordinary offensive magic circles.
Yet Enya managed to forcibly recreate it.
On this circular clearing, a round magic circle with a diameter of five or six meters gradually unfolded, its patterns and Runes glowing with a gentle, silvery light.
As the final Key segment was decoded, Enya withdrew her hand and stood up.
Only then did Sophia finally close her mouth, gulping as she looked at Enya’s figure and couldn’t help but ask, “Miss Ain, who are you, really?”
She was sure now: Enya was absolutely not simple. Maybe…
But Enya only replied lightly, “Just an ordinary Dragon Tribe adventurer, that’s all.”
“Ordinary…”
Sophia forced a wry smile, lowering her head slightly. “But everything you do seems extraordinary. It’s like you’re just playing around with it.”
“Because that’s part of adventure,” Enya smiled.
“After all, the joy of adventuring lies in the exploration, not in whatever is gained at the end. So don’t overthink it, my Missy.”
“You call me Missy…”
“Mhm, my Missy.”
Sophia turned away, a little shy. Now she understood why Enya could be connected to the Saintess.
She’d originally thought someone at the fifth stage of magic wouldn’t have such a deep connection with someone as powerful as the Saintess…
But it seemed she needed to reconsider her own position now.
The Elf Missy bowed her head, letting out a helpless laugh.
She still remembered how, not long ago, her Saintess had warned her to keep her distance from Enya.
Back then, she’d thought there was nothing wrong with getting close.
But now, it seemed, maybe it really was better to keep some distance.
“Predecessor, please stop teasing me.” “Actually, I might not even be older than you.”
Enya sighed.
She didn’t tangle with Sophia any further and instead turned her attention to the magic circle.
Sophia sensed her intention and quickly asked, “Predecessor, are you planning to teleport over directly? Isn’t that too reckless? What if they’re already prepared for us?”
Teleportation Arrays came in one-way or two-way, single-use or non-directional types.
The one beneath their feet was a single-use, one-way Teleportation Array with a fixed landing point.
If they teleported this way, they could end up right in the enemy’s den.
Enya, inside, was still “crazy” as ever.
If not for the helmet covering her, Sophia would have seen her upturned lips and the barely suppressed joy on her face.
Sophia looked on nervously as the magic circle on the ground grew brighter and brighter.
Just as white light flashed before her eyes and she readied herself for battle, the world settled—and the environment around them hadn’t changed at all.
Enya looked at the now-dim magic circle, tilting her head and muttering to herself, “What a shame, they changed the Key on the other side.”
Sophia’s lips twitched.
Predecessor, you really were going to charge straight into the enemy’s lair.
I thought you were just trying to scare me—honestly!
Enya let out a sigh and turned to Sophia.
“Let’s head into White Stone City. This road’s blocked, but there are plenty of other ways.”
“Okay.”
Sophia was noticeably more reserved than before.
The sun rose over the eastern hills.
In Meat City, in White Stone City, a certain inn had just opened its doors when a girl wearing a gray robe and a jade-green veil over her face walked in.
Sophia booked a room, then opened the window.
Before long, a girl with flaxen hair climbed in—her looks were pleasant, not exactly beautiful, but easy on the eyes.
When she climbed in, Sophia was stunned.
Wait, who are you?
Enya jumped down from the window, clapped her hands, and said to Sophia, “It’s me.”
Her voice had even changed, and her presence felt like a different person altogether.
If not for the unchanged soul aura, Sophia would have doubted this was Enya.
Seeing Sophia still skeptical, Enya explained, “Yesterday wasn’t a waste—remember the Mask of a Thousand Faces we picked up? I fiddled with it, and after putting it on, I turned into this human appearance. Sophia, what do you think?”
Enya sounded a little excited.
It was obvious she was delighted with her new toy.
Hearing this, Sophia narrowed her eyes and seriously examined the girl in front of her.
The more she looked, the more she pouted.
“It’s fine, just not very pretty.”
Enya was left a bit awkward.
It’s not that she couldn’t make herself prettier; it’s just that being too eye-catching would attract too much attention, and this identity was only meant for moving around the city.
Sophia, as an Elf, only needed to hide her ears to blend in with humans.
But Enya was a Dragon Princess—no matter how she covered up, she’d be recognized as a non-human.
A non-human wandering through a human city would attract plenty of attention.
That’s why Enya decided to use the mask. But she hadn’t expected Sophia to complain about how plain she looked.
Sophia mumbled, “You’re pretty different from how I imagined you, Predecessor.”
“Should I change it again?”
“It’s not necessary, really. I was just making an offhand comment.”
Sophia said this, but her tone carried a hint of complaint.
“I’ll change it then.”
Without another word, Enya went right back to reshaping her appearance.
This was a high-end inn, with several separate rooms.
Enya disappeared into one of them to reshape the mask’s face, and it was clear this would take at least an hour.
Sophia found a place to sit down.
Just as she was about to have some tea, she remembered—Nina was still outside looking for her.
Thinking of that little one’s worried face, Sophia’s heart softened. In the end, she decided to let Nina know she was in White Stone City.
“Sorry, Nina, your sister is only contacting you now.”