The sound of thunder gradually faded, and the rain was no longer as fierce as when it first began, though it still pattered down incessantly.
Enya found a nearby spot to take shelter from the rain.
Sophia and Nina, the two Gold Elves, both had flickering gazes, their curiosity burning about the magic Enya had used to finish things just now.
“Predecessor? What kind of magic did you use just now?”
“Hey, Dragon, hurry up and answer.”
Compared to their constant chattering, Wendy was much quieter.
She didn’t even dare make a sound now, trying to breathe as softly as possible, her head lowered, eyes fixed on her tightly clasped hands.
Enya, however, didn’t respond to Sophia and Nina.
She maintained a calm appearance, as if waiting for something.
And the person she was waiting for soon arrived.
Not long after, two carriages made their way through the rain, swiftly arriving at the place where Enya and the others were taking shelter, and came to a gentle stop.
The arrival of these carriages also silenced Sophia and Nina, their gazes focusing on the door of the lead carriage.
The door hadn’t even opened yet, but Enya and Sophia already knew who had come.
A female attendant pushed open the door.
After alighting, she opened an umbrella under the rain.
Only then did the person inside slowly step out.
The first thing that caught the eye was a swath of blue dress, and a pair of black high heels with red soles stepped onto the carriage step.
With the attendant’s support, Sharon descended to the ground.
The hem of her blue dress caught a few dark stains as the rain splattered.
Yet she didn’t seem to mind.
Her expensive gown, now stained with the filth of the commoners’ district, didn’t concern her.
She strolled unhurriedly toward Enya, the attendant carefully holding the umbrella at her side.
When only three meters remained between them, Sharon stopped, lifted her skirts slightly, and gave Enya and the others a polite curtsy.
Then she addressed Enya with an affectionate tone.
“Ain, little sister, you really have opened this big sister’s eyes.” “Heh, I’m glad to hear that.”
Enya replied lightly, neither cold nor warm.
Sharon’s beautiful, alluring face was wreathed in smiles, but inwardly she couldn’t help but complain about Enya.
Just before, calling each other “sister” so intimately—now suddenly acting so distant? Are you playing hard to get with me?
Sharon’s expression didn’t change as she continued, “Ain, my Boss wishes to meet you, and to talk about that matter. He said Ain would surely be interested.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
Feigning surprise, Enya pretended not to know what she meant by “that matter,” her gaze deep as she looked at Sharon.
They stared at each other for several breaths, but Sharon still couldn’t see through Enya—yet she felt as if Enya had seen right through her.
Sharon lowered her gaze, admitting defeat.
Then she lifted her head, breaking into a bright smile, and said to Enya, “This isn’t a suitable place to take shelter from the rain, nor to chat. Let’s move somewhere else and talk.”
With that, Sharon stepped aside and made an inviting gesture to Enya.
Enya didn’t speak, making Sharon wait a moment before finally lifting her foot and stepping into the rain.
Yet the rain could never reach her.
As she moved under the umbrella, Sharon immediately pressed closer, linking her arm through Enya’s.
Her ample bosom pressed against Enya’s arm.
While experiencing the softness of a woman, Enya also caught a whiff of feminine fragrance.
This made her lips curl up in her heart, and she couldn’t help but think to herself—
Oh, not bad at all! She quite liked this feeling. Her mood, already good, grew even lighter.
But…
Enya certainly didn’t believe that Sharon was interested in her as a person.
She knew very well that what Sharon truly wanted were the secrets Enya kept hidden.
“Ah! Who is this woman?!”
The instant Nina saw this, she exploded.
She didn’t know Sharon at all.
If Sophia hadn’t held her back in time, Nina would have already rushed over to knock Sharon aside.
The adorable little face under her hood was fuming with anger.
Sharon glanced back, then pressed even closer to Enya, as if deliberately provoking Nina—and it worked splendidly.
“You vile woman, get away from her!” “Nina!”
Sophia was helpless and quickly hugged the impulsive Nina.
Enya quietly raised her hand, gently pushing away Sharon’s encroaching face, acting reserved as she said, “Sharon, big sister, please conduct yourself with more dignity.” “Hmph…”
Sharon gave a soft snort and shot Enya a resentful glare.
Then, acting reluctantly, she loosened her hold a little, no longer pressing her whole body onto Enya.
“Hmph, at least you know your place, you nasty human woman!”
Nina lifted her little head high, finally stopping her flailing legs.
Sophia twitched at the corners of her mouth, constantly reminding herself—Predecessor is just sacrificing her looks for the sake of information.
There’s no way she’d be attracted to such a flashy human woman, right?
Don’t overthink it, Sophia!
She looked down at Nina, who was glaring at Sharon with gritted teeth, and a question mark popped up in her heart.
Since when did Nina care so much about Predecessor?
Why didn’t I know about this?
Little Bonsai Wendy was just like a flower vase, utterly silent, showing no expression at all, matching Nina’s nickname for her—Wood Elf Lady.
Sharon looked at the three elves, raised an eyebrow, and lifted her chin slightly.
“These sisters, please take the carriage behind. As for Ain, she must accompany me—cough, I mean, go meet the Boss and discuss things.”
Sophia pouted slightly.
She watched Enya’s back in silence, quietly taking Nina’s hand and leading the Bonsai-playing Wendy toward the rear carriage.
As Sophia and the others walked to the carriage, Sharon, as if she’d just won a battle, squeezed closer to Enya again.
Still unsatisfied, she even let go of Enya’s arm and reached out to grab her waist.
Unfortunately, Enya dodged her, adopting a cool attitude as she said to Sharon, “That’s enough.”
Sharon “heh’d” inwardly, but withdrew her half-extended hand and nodded slightly, then walked with Enya into the carriage.
The two of them sat face to face. Enya, no longer keeping the calm demeanor she’d shown in front of Sophia and the others, now took on a frosty, aloof air as she addressed Sharon.
“Sharon, let’s talk about our cooperation.” “You really can’t wait, can you?”
Sharon sighed lightly, but facing the icy Enya, her smile only grew.
Enya’s alternating warmth and coldness was difficult for most to handle.
Before revealing her frightening power, she’d acted peaceful to lower others’ guard.
Now, after showing her strength, she put on a lofty, unapproachable attitude.
If Sharon were an ordinary person, she’d surely lower herself repeatedly, trying every means to please Enya.
At the first sign of Enya’s displeasure, she’d blame herself for not doing enough.
If she got caught up even more deeply, she’d start thinking, “I clearly had so many good chances before—why didn’t I seize them? Now I have to pay ten or a hundred times more to win her back.”
Sinister—truly sinister!
Sharon sneered inwardly. Fortunately, she wasn’t a fool; otherwise, she’d have been played right into Enya’s hands.
She even suspected that under Enya’s human disguise, she might be a centuries-old fox spirit.
It was said that in the Northern Land, there was a special fox tribe calling themselves Heavenly Foxes.
All of them were women, each born with boundless charm—their voices, their forms, their fragrance, all could easily captivate the heart.
They were masters at playing with emotions.
Once you fell for them, it was like being branded, impossible to break free.
And Enya? What about her?
She was like a mirror: kind to the kind, harsh to the harsh, pure in response to the pure, cunning against the cunning.
As for what Sharon thought of her, Enya didn’t care much.
After all, any bad deeds were done by “Ain,” what did that have to do with Enya?
As long as she changed her disguise often, she’d always be a pure little flower!
Sharon picked up a black rectangular object resting on the seat, about four fingers wide and thirty centimeters long, exquisitely crafted.
“I noticed that Ain didn’t seem to have a medium for casting spells, so this big sister took it upon herself to prepare this for you.”
“Oh?”
Enya never hesitated to accept gifts.
She immediately reached out and took the box Sharon offered.
Just as she was about to open it, the icy expression on her face melted like spring snow, replaced by a radiant smile.
Outside the carriage, the last of the clouds in the sky released their final drops of rain and slowly dispersed, revealing rays of brilliant sunlight.
Enya’s beautiful pale-golden eyes locked onto Sharon’s gorgeous face, and she said with a hint of jest, “Just because I accept it, doesn’t mean I’ve agreed.”
“Of course.”
Sharon almost broke character when she heard that.
Seriously, if I didn’t give you benefits, I wouldn’t even get a decent look from you, would I? Now you’re even lecturing me?
You… fine, you win!
Sharon truly wanted to tug off Enya’s face to see if there really was a fox underneath, but thinking of what just happened, she wasn’t sure she could win that fight.
So she gave up.
Seeing Sharon’s expression, Enya nodded in satisfaction and said, “That’s good, very good. Thank you, Sharon.”
“Ain, you’re too polite.”
Sharon wiped away the fine sweat on her forehead, her lips twitching slightly.
Enya, seeing her like that, grew even more pleased.
She lowered her eyes to the box in her hands. Even without opening it, she could sense it contained something good.
She set it on her knees, slender fingers unclasped the latch, and with a crisp click, she slowly lifted the lid and took out the object inside.
She played with it lightly in her hand and opened the fan.
A Fan Staff… Tsk tsk… a Fan Staff…
Enya instantly thought of Antiros.
This thing was probably made by Antiros too—only she would be bored enough to turn a staff into a fan.