Antiros broke free from Enya’s embrace.
A faint blush colored her cheeks, but her expression remained cold and indifferent, and she kept muttering under her breath.
“Disrespectful, extremely disrespectful!”
Enya covered her mouth to laugh.
She had been about the same height as Antiros before, but looking at her now, so small and slight, she couldn’t help but feel how quickly time had flown…
Antiros tidied her appearance with her small hands.
She shot a sharp glance at the ever-smiling Enya, then immediately straightened her expression and seriously asked,
“Alright, tell me everything that happened.”
“…”
Enya’s smile froze instantly.
She looked at the now serious Antiros and paused briefly before lowering her lashes.
She sighed deeply and began recounting what she had experienced recently—from defeating Duke Flenard, to the months spent beside Vivienne, and finally hearing about the Dragon and going to challenge it…
Then came Archethia’s appearance.
Afterward, Enya briefly explained the birth of Rosily.
Having listened to Enya’s tumultuous year, Antiros fell silent for a long moment.
The two sat facing each other, eyes locked.
But just staring at each other wasn’t a solution.
Since everything had already happened, they needed to figure out how to clean up the mess.
Enya had originally wanted to avoid the issue, but she knew running away was useless, so she chose to accept and fight back.
Pressing her thin peach-pink lips together, she hesitated a moment before speaking to Antiros.
“Do you have any way to extract the Dragon bloodline from inside me?”
“No.”
Antiros shook her head and gave a simple explanation.
“Bloodlines are very special. Only the source of the bloodline can grant or take it away. Forcibly removing a bloodline will only kill the host.”
The truth about bloodlines was not so simple.
“…Alright.”
Hearing that forceful removal would cause death, Enya bowed her head.
But then another idea crossed her mind—the one Pendrak had told her about.
She stepped forward and grabbed Antiros’s shoulders.
“Antiros, do you know where I can find a god-tier bloodline? I want to use another bloodline to counterbalance the Dragon bloodline.”
Antiros shook her head again.
Bloodlines in the world were already rare.
Even among the human nobles—a minority—many had none at all.
Among those with bloodlines, low-tier bloodlines were countless, but high-tier bloodlines belonged only to a handful of great families.
And Enya was asking for a god-tier bloodline!
For thousands of years, god-tier bloodlines hardly ever appeared.
The world had little understanding of them.
If anyone else had been asked, they would have thought Enya was deliberately making things difficult.
The black-haired witch’s shake of her head caused Enya’s hope to plummet to the bottom.
But then Antiros said something that rekindled a flicker of hope.
“I can keep an eye out for you, but don’t expect me to actually find one.”
“Hmm…”
It really was just a faint glimmer of hope.
Enya knew that even if she cried and begged Antiros, it wouldn’t help.
Antiros reached out and gently patted Enya’s head in comfort.
“It’s okay. If that bad person who bullied you dares to come again, I’ll beat her up—for you, and for Vivienne, and Elif, and Liz…”
“No, no, no!”
Seeing Antiros counting on her fingers, Enya hurriedly grasped the witch lady’s soft little hand.
Enya cared about her reputation.
It had always been her who helped them out of trouble before.
She never came running to them for protection when bullied.
What would happen to her Sword Saint image?
Even if she was stubborn and unwilling to accept it, she really didn’t want to trouble everyone scattered across the world.
Everyone was busy with their own families and affairs.
Enya, as a social layabout, didn’t want to bother them.
“Antiros, I beg you, please don’t tell them.”
“Alright then.”
Antiros nodded lightly, agreeing so quickly that Enya almost couldn’t believe it.
Seeing Enya’s doubtful look, the witch lady smiled for the rarest time.
She cupped Enya’s hands with her own and looked up into Enya’s eyes.
“If anything happens, be sure to contact me, okay?”
“Mm.”
“Don’t carry everything alone.”
“Mm…”
“How have you been here?”
“Not bad.”
“Is it tiring taking care of a child alone? Now it’s two, right? Want me to help?”
“…Antiros, you’re my master, not my mom!”
“Pretty much the same.”
After some casual chatting, they entered the wooden cabin.
Antiros went over to Estelle’s side and then turned to look at Enya, who was following behind.
Enya was currently using the avatar called Phil.
Antiros looked around, then nodded to herself.
“You’re exactly the same as when you were a child.”
“…”
Enya didn’t know how to respond to that.
Antiros looked about the size of Estelle but spoke with a very old-fashioned air, like a little adult.
Antiros invited Enya over to sit.
Enya sat down beside her, her gaze falling on Estelle.
The small silver-haired girl was breathing evenly, her brows no longer furrowed.
She looked like she was sleeping soundly.
Antiros gently tucked a few strands of hair behind Estelle’s ear.
Suddenly, Antiros said at that moment,
“There actually is another way—switching to a different body. That way, you wouldn’t be troubled by the bloodline. You could ask Viviane for help. Isn’t she the best at alchemy?”
“…”
Enya was stunned by this.
She immediately understood why Viviene had taken her blood to create the child Estelle: it was to make a backup body for her.
If she lost the battle against Pendrak, Viviene could use the secret alchemical method to resurrect her with a newly created body!
But she hadn’t lost.
She had won.
It was only Archethia’s unexpected appearance that caused Viviene to mistakenly think she was dead.
After using the secret method, instead of reviving her, a soul was created by chance.
“Is that really what I think it is?”
Enya felt this guess was very reasonable.
If she had gone to Viviene before meeting Estelle, then maybe…
There was a movement on the wooden bed.
Milly turned over, about to sit up but then lay back down again.
Sitting nearby, Antiros had just snapped her fingers.
This turn of events brought Enya back from her thoughts.
Antiros turned to her and said,
“Take me to see Rosily. I want to see that child.”