After putting away the jars and bottles filled with clear liquid, Ailaira stretched her wrists, her spirit rejuvenated and her complexion rosy.
She looked toward Andrea, who was lying across the throne with her legs dangling over the armrest, and said in a melodious tone:
“It seems that special state wasn’t triggered this time.”
Andrea didn’t even have the strength to scold Ailaira.
Her aching waist felt as if it didn’t belong to her anymore, and her moist, fiery red eyes glared at Ailaira. Ailaira paid no mind, pushing Andrea’s legs to the side as she leaned against the chair, her mind busy comparing and analyzing the differences between Andrea and Kuchierkan.
“One thing is quite strange. Looking at the speed of maturation, with my help, you are indeed surpassing Kuchierkan. However, although her developmental progress is not as fast as yours, her body and Magical Power have clearly reached a stable, mature state.”
“On the other hand, why do you still look like a brat who hasn’t grown up? Could it be because of your impure Bloodline?”
Hearing Ailaira’s low-voiced analysis, Andrea feebly pressed her bare foot against Ailaira’s hip and retorted weakly:
“You bastard… who are you calling a brat…”
“Not even sparing a child… You really are a perverted lolicon..!”
Ailaira shoved Andrea’s restless foot aside.
Seeing that she hadn’t recovered even after a long while, she took out the Life Potion she had originally reserved for herself from her pocket, uncorked it, and poured it directly into Andrea’s mouth.
Although the Alchemy Potion didn’t have much effect on herself, it was still useful when used on others.
Andrea coughed violently.
Under the nourishment of the Alchemy Potion, her depleted energy was quickly restored, and she suddenly found the strength to resist. She immediately grabbed Ailaira’s arm before she could pull it back, opened her mouth, and bit down with her sharp silver teeth.
Ailaira ignored her and continued to ponder to herself, arranging and combining various formulas in her mind: “Don’t bite hard enough to draw Blood. I won’t go through the trouble of saving you if you get poisoned.”
Startled, Andrea let go.
Seeing that there were only teeth marks on the silk-smooth skin and no Blood seeping out, she breathed a sigh of relief. She then irritably punched Ailaira’s lower back: “What on earth are you doing to your own body now! Why is it poisonous again!”
“It’s nothing, really. It’s just that the attributes of the Magical Power in my Blood are currently a bit mixed. I’ll resolve it later.”
Ailaira didn’t care about her physical condition. She understood her own problems; they were no longer a subject that could be analyzed in a short time and had to be set aside for now. Her current focus was still on Andrea.
Once Andrea had completely recovered, she jumped onto the ground, tidied her slightly messy clothes, and haughtily commanded Ailaira with her hands on her hips: “Open the door for me. I want to go back and take a shower!”
“Aren’t you afraid of running into your clansmen? You were the one who insisted on hiding.”
Initially, Ailaira hadn’t intended to deliberately hide Andrea’s existence, but Andrea herself had insisted on avoiding that Dragon Princess, fearing she would be targeted.
Sure enough, at the mention of Kuchierkan, Andrea shrunk back a little, though she still spoke stubbornly: “Isn’t she locked up by you anyway!”
“But I can’t keep her trapped for long, and there’s no guarantee she doesn’t have special sensing methods to detect you.”
Ailaira recalled the way Kuchierkan looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated when she left.
“I heard from the Elves that this Visiting Delegation was organized and led by the Dragonkind. Surely, observing Humanity isn’t their only goal.”
Andrea, having a rare moment of cleverness, gasped: “You mean she’s here for me?!”
Ailaira looked at Andrea’s fearful expression, and a sudden spark of inspiration flashed through her mind. Her smile became meaningful: “Since we can’t be sure, why don’t we test it out?”
Andrea blinked, her tail wagging behind her as she curiously approached Ailaira and whispered: “How do we test it?”
“It’s simple. Just like what you’ve been dreaming of….”
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At the same time, Kabellin finally left the bathroom. Pale-faced, she had to lean against the wall to avoid collapsing to the floor.
Her numb and trembling legs showed that she had been laboring hard in the bathroom for several hours. Kabellin sniffed herself. Although the Elf Race possessed the innate ability to remain untainted by dust and grime and couldn’t possibly have any odor, her psychological state still drove her to move shamefully toward the bath.
Only after scrubbing her entire body with foam over a dozen times did Kabellin finally soak into the bathtub with a sigh of relief.
Kabellin felt the warmth flowing freely inside her body. The Power of Nature filling her Blood was more vigorous than ever before. One had to remember that this was in the Human Kingdom; if she were in the Elf Forest where nature was so cherished, the effects would have been even better.
“That Witch really wasn’t lying…”
Kabellin recalled their previous conversation. To prove she had the ability to help Elves develop rapidly, Ailaira had produced an Alchemy Potion. It looked as though it were wrapped in mist, and the clear, sky-blue liquid inside flickered with dreamlike, crystalline spots.
Ailaira said this was an Alchemy Potion that could help Elves grow. Its specific function was to help Elves rapidly absorb, purify, and expand the Magical Power within their Bloodline, while also simulating hormonal reactions to stimulate the body’s rapid maturation, thereby reaching the threshold of the adult Growth Phase.
Kabellin was naturally skeptical. Thus, with Ailaira’s permission, she repeatedly tested the Alchemy Potion. After confirming it was non-toxic, Kabellin confidently decided to try it herself. To ensure the medicinal properties didn’t dissipate, she took a small amount of the liquid and let it enter her mouth to carefully sense its effects.
Her comprehensive defensive measures also ensured she could engage in such risky behavior.
And yet, just that small portion of the Alchemy Potion made her feel as if her entire being was being sublimated. The Magical Power in her Blood became smoother than ever, and the blockages accumulated in her bloodline over centuries were completely cleared. At the same time, her whole person seemed immersed in a sea of Magical Power, her floating soul following the guidance of the Holy Light as if she were in heaven, listening to the songs of a choir.
By the time Kabellin regained her senses, she realized her Magical Power had increased significantly. For an adult Elf like her to experience such effects, let alone those underage little Elves—Kabellin roughly estimated that a single bottle of this Alchemy Potion could shorten an Elf’s Growth Phase by fifty years!!
Compared to that, the sensitive and shameful restlessness wasn’t much of a side effect at all.
One just needed to resolve it oneself.
But because of that sensation, Kabellin had been forced to interrupt her conversation with Ailaira, and the bottle of Alchemy Potion had been taken away. She sighed with some regret: “I’ll just have to wait until the next talk.”
Just then, a strange light and shadow appeared on the surface of the bathwater, the shifting colors depicting a lush scene—it was the giant trees inside the Elf Forest. Seeing the young Elf appearing in the image, Kabellin immediately became alert. She covered her chest with her hands and greeted in a low voice, her face still flushed:
“Good evening, Her Highness the Imperial Princess.”