Coming in a rush, leaving in high spirits.
Such a big difference wasn’t because of mood, but because the mode of transport had changed.
The Dragonhawk flew in the sky, the wind howling against the face—how could one not feel exhilarated?
Originally, it took half a day riding a Messenger Deer, but now, riding a Dragonhawk back took less than an hour.
The speed was fast, but Leah still wasn’t quite used to it.
This kind of three-dimensional bumpiness was terribly unfriendly to a busty girl!
Vina controlled the Dragonhawk to fly closer, smoothing out the surrounding wind elements around Leah.
“Is this much better?”
“Much better, thank you.”
Leah thought to herself, Vina really was a good person.
“Good to hear. By the way, your performance yesterday was really surprising,” the little witch asked her, “Were you really prepared to die with him back then?”
… Huh?
What?
“The wind is too strong, I can’t hear you.”
Leah withdrew her compliment.
The Dragonhawk circled above the city gates of the Royal Capital for a while.
Countless people looked up in amazement, utterly stunned.
“What is that thing?”
“Looks like some kind of large flying creature. I heard some intelligent races keep them.”
“My grandfather said the Elves had these back then.”
“Look, there are people riding on it!”
Celes descended to low altitude and negotiated briefly with the captain of the guards at the city gate.
Her identity was still quite recognizable, especially since she was followed by a Saintess.
After inspecting the Order Document, the captain announced they could pass.
“Please proceed, but do not approach the Royal Palace.”
“No problem.”
The girls rode the Dragonhawks directly toward the northern part of the city, returning to the Bonfire Camp.
Four Dragonhawks in the courtyard looked somewhat cramped but could still fit.
“Finally, we’re back.”
Ayla dismounted from her ride, gazing at the buildings with a flood of emotions.
“Back to this place again.”
During her latter days among the Elves, she thought every day that once this was over, returning to the Royal Capital would mean she could prepare for a counterattack.
The only problem was that Xisha and others still guarded the last checkpoint, making it impossible to cross.
Now, with the vengeful spirits of a thousand years thoroughly buried, she was back at the Bonfire Camp.
At this moment, the hidden dragon was descending into the abyss.
A knock sounded at the door. Celes went to check—it was a messenger from the Royal Palace.
Seeing four Dragonhawks had landed, they knew the girls had returned and came to inquire about the situation.
“Please wait a moment. We will rest briefly and then proceed to the Royal Palace to report.”
After sending the messenger away, Celes took down her suitcase from the Dragonhawk and pulled out the report she had been writing.
“Ayla, what should we do with this?” she asked the girl.
“How do we report it? What should be omitted, and what should we avoid mentioning?”
“No rush,” Ayla folded her arms confidently.
“Let’s rest first, then discuss. Things look really good now, and I feel like I’ve regained the aura of being a Demon King.”
“To hell with the court and temples—meat eaters are despicable. Let them wait. Time to lie down!”
“An excellent performance indeed.”
Lying on the bed, Ayla heard a voice in her head—a gentle, young female voice, accompanied by clapping.
“Xisha was a standout among the Elves back then and even possessed some power I granted her. But obviously, that power didn’t help her win.”
“Of course, locked away for over a thousand years, her mindset broke down. She liked popping champagne, and most importantly, what mattered was wisdom!”
Ayla thought, if she hadn’t been the first to see through Isadora’s plans and led people to escape early, could they have dragged it out to the last ten minutes?
So, the biggest difference between Xisha, a brave but reckless person, and herself was wisdom!
“Giggling.”
A laugh came from her mind.
“You’re right, but I think there’s something even more important. You have a little girlfriend emotionally attached to you, who’s madly in love with you.”
Two divine-level powers meant she could heal as much as needed in the last few minutes, making death impossible.
“You can’t really say it was trickery.”
Ayla’s pretty face flushed slightly.
“It’s called personal charm.”
Can you really call it trickery between busty girls?
Are you a convert or not?
Once converted, it’s not trickery anymore.
But speaking of which, this time it was thanks to Leah.
That pillar of Saint Light was so powerful it shattered Xisha’s will.
In a few days, she should find time to convert her a few more times as a way of saying thanks.
The Demon King is fair with rewards and punishments.
“Say whatever you want, emotions in intelligent beings are so interesting.”
The Necromantic Sword suddenly materialized in front of Ayla, its skeletal color more grim, as if polished on the surface.
The starry flow on the hilt rippled with a more splendid shimmer.
[Undead Minor Catastrophe: Maximum summon quantity increased by 50%]
After staring for a few seconds, this message appeared in Ayla’s mind.
The ultimate skill’s summon count just increased by half?
“This is your reward.”
Yiselis laughed lightly.
“I’m very satisfied.”
For a moment, Ayla almost asked if there was another mission, but she immediately sobered up and held back.
No more.
She almost lost her life this time.
But if it happens a few more times, she could truly become an undead calamity…
Ayla shook her head, brushing away the temptation, then sprang out of bed.
Better go talk to Celes about the report.
***
A few Dragonhawks flew into the city.
The Royal Palace side was anxious and pressing.
Therefore, after packing their luggage, Ayla and Celes went together to the palace.
Of course, on the surface, Ayla only accompanied Celes, with the Sword Saint Maiden submitting the report alone.
“This is the situation regarding the Holy Spring Seal. It involves ancient Elven legends from a thousand years ago. They actively responded and paid a heavy price. We provided some combat support, and in the end, the threat was successfully resolved. To show their gratitude, they gifted us these Dragonhawks and expressed willingness to establish friendship with us and humanity.”
The minister nodded slowly.
He didn’t doubt too much nor had reason to doubt, since after the girls set out, the Elves sent the first batch of Messenger Deer introduced by humans.
Now that they had safely returned, the mission was considered successfully completed.
The Elves resolved the problem, the hero squad gained Dragonhawks, and the human kingdom introduced Messenger Deer. Everyone benefited.
As for who lost out…
In the battle of the northern forest, the Blood Demon Tribe, belonging to the Demon Race, sent over thirty thousand troops, with nearly twenty thousand casualties.
This included over ten thousand regular soldiers, about two thousand elite Blood Demon warriors, and most importantly, the tribal leader Bloodslaughter King.
After this battle, the Blood Demon Tribe was severely weakened and could only rely on the greater Demon Race family.
The Fallen King Faction also lost a general. Including Wolfshead Feng Lie, two generals had fallen.