Enya stepped back into her room, intending to remove her mask, but found it wouldn’t come off.
She gasped in surprise, her hands searching over her face.
“What’s going on?!”
Just as she was about to get angry, the strange black particles on her body began to fall like dust, sinking into her shadow.
Enya glanced down and saw she had reverted to her original form, still dressed in that same dress. Turning toward the mirror, she saw no change in her reflection and finally let out a sigh of relief.
She walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.
She felt overwhelmed by everything that had happened in just one day. First, she went to the northern mountains and met Estelle, discovering a massive fissure.
Then came Antiros’s arrival, and finally, the trip she had just taken. All these events together left Enya feeling exhausted.
Her slender arms stretched out, her head tilted back, and her waist and spine straightened. A faint sigh escaped her soft, pink lips.
“Phew…”
She yawned and lay down on the bed, planning to get some sleep first.
Pandrake: “Can you have a bit more ambition?”
Pulling a small blanket over herself, Enya entered her Sea of Consciousness—a vast emptiness of darkness, where a massive circular library floated.
Enya looked down at her current form: half dragon, half human—the Dragon Princess form.
If asked whether she preferred her Dragon Princess or human form, she would definitely choose the latter, having grown used to it over time.
In her half-dragon form, her hands turned into claws, she had an extra tail and a pair of wings. Walking and standing felt unfamiliar, making her very uncomfortable.
She landed in the center of the library, lifted her head, and looked at Pandrake lying on the ground, flipping through the Book of Rose Priestesses.
“Haven’t you read this many times already?”
“This person’s story is particularly interesting, and it’s got that… dramatic flair humans always talk about,” Pandrake replied.
Enya rolled her eyes and then shifted her gaze toward the purple glow floating in midair. It looked tame now, but if it found a new host, it could transform someone into a demon in moments.
She reached out and grabbed the object in her hand, unsure how to use it.
She had no choice but to ask Pandrake.
The Black Dragon Princess had once held two Authorities—Sky Authority and Destruction.
Destruction was now sealed within Enya’s body.
Sky Authority was passed on to Rosily and sealed away.
As a former Mortalblood, Enya had little knowledge of bloodlines, let alone how to wield a Divine Fragment.
Pandrake stood up from the ground, her towering height of over two meters giving her an undeniable presence over Enya.
She conjured a large, comfortable chair.
Then, she offered Enya a small wooden stool.
Enya refused to sit on the little stool; she felt Pandrake was treating her like a baby.
“Alright, stop stalling. Just say it!” Enya urged.
“Impatient,” Pandrake stretched and began explaining.
“It’s simple. Just fuse it with your physical body. At this fragment’s size, it can’t alter your body significantly without you bearing dragon blood.”
“During this process, you must absorb the information carried within the fragment. This will impact your soul. If your soul shatters under the Divine Fragment’s information, chaotic and disorderly forces will take over your body, and then… you’ll become a demon.”
“Oh.”
Enya didn’t think it was too risky. She immediately left the Sea of Consciousness and returned to reality, lying on the bed to begin absorbing the fragment.
The Mist Lord Faith Cult in White Stone City was likely searching for this Divine Fragment. Unexpectedly, it had long been in Enya’s hands.
Once she absorbed it, her relationship with the Mist Lord Faith Cult would become a deadly feud.
But Enya didn’t hesitate. She released the suppression on the glowing orb, allowing it to successfully “implant” itself.
Suddenly, a massive torrent of complex information surged in her mind like a dam breaking, attempting to flood and shatter her soul.
Yet the moment it touched Enya’s soul, it struck an iron wall, climbing endlessly upward without end.
The spiritual pollution capable of overwhelming an eighth-tier powerhouse barely caused a ripple in Enya. Within moments, the mental assault dissipated on its own.
Enya seized the remaining essence and absorbed it.
Opening her eyes, she stared at the ceiling, quietly murmuring to herself.
After absorbing the fragment, she felt she had gained a new ability, as simple to control as moving her hands and feet.
“The Nightmare Authority… is it really the power to give people nightmares?”
Enya had taught many strange bloodline abilities before.
She wouldn’t deny feeling envious—after all, who wouldn’t want a trump card ability?
What surprised her most was that she might actually be able to use a bloodline ability someday.
But this also contradicted her original belief that even Mortalbloods could reach the pinnacle.
In the end, the bloodless were forcibly infused with bloodlines, ending her fight against injustice.
“Sigh, it’s all in the past. Now I’m busy raising a child, no energy left for that.”
Enya smiled wryly and closed her eyes again.
This time, she truly fell asleep.
Rosily opened her eyes, her gaze first landing on the ceiling.
Turning on her side, her sight traveled down to the wooden cage in the corner.
A rabbit stared at her, its black eyes full of life, almost human-like.
The girl wasn’t frightened; instead, she made an angry face at the rabbit.
In response, the rabbit drooped its ears in mock sadness.
Rosily propped herself up with her hands and sat up.
Without changing out of her nightdress, she walked over to the cage and opened its door. The rabbit darted out.
It didn’t run away, instead rubbing against Rosily’s legs and pacing back and forth as if trying to lead her somewhere.
Rosily glared at it, and the rabbit immediately stopped.
She walked to the door, slowed her footsteps, quietly unlocked it, and stepped into the corridor.
She looked at the door opposite, swallowed hard, and carefully crept closer.
The closer she got, the more she avoided making any noise, cautiously pushing open a crack.
Her pale golden eyes peeked through the gap, barely seeing Enya peacefully sleeping in bed.
Rosily took a deep breath and gently closed the door.
After confirming her mother was asleep soundly, she tiptoed downstairs. The rabbit followed quietly behind, as if afraid of being caught by Enya.
Once downstairs, both breathed a sigh of relief and dashed out of the courtyard.
Rosily grabbed the rabbit and hopped over the stone fence.
She set down the fluffy creature, and it quickly ran straight toward the forest she had explored before.
Rosily followed, running across the grass under the night sky, over small hills and a wooden bridge, until they entered the forest.
Enya watched her restless daughter from the window and sighed softly.
She didn’t try to call Rosily back, instead returning to bed to sleep.
Meanwhile, Rosily ran through the dense trees, exhausted after a long time.
The rabbit finally stopped.
Beyond a large tree stood a three-meter-diameter tree stump, and atop it was a silver longsword.
Its blade gleamed bright silver, inscribed with intricate runes.
The guard and hilt were silver-gray, resembling a tree’s main root—irregular in shape but uniquely beautiful.
Rosily approached the stump and placed her hand on the hilt.
The cold touch thrilled her, making her heart race.
“Phew…”
Taking a deep breath, she gripped the hilt and gently pulled the longsword free.
She pointed it skyward and proudly declared, “I will become stronger than that silver-haired Sword Maiden Enya!”
Silver sword energy swirled around her, and the sword seemed to respond.
“Your name is Cang?”
“Then I look forward to working with you, Sister Cang!”
The girl muttered to herself.
At her feet, the rabbit’s eyes lost their sparkle.
Hearing Rosily’s monologue, it startled and fled.
Rosily watched the rabbit run off but didn’t chase it.
Caressing the sword, she realized a serious problem: if she brought this sword home, would her mother approve of her wielding such a dangerous weapon?
Cang shivered and transmitted her thoughts to Rosily.
“Hide me? Yeah, as long as mother doesn’t find me!”
Rosily’s eyes shone with excitement as she hugged Cang and laughed joyfully.
She liked this sword—not only because it was beautiful and durable, but also because it had a great name and a big sister inside.
“Root of the World: Cang, so cool!”
Back home, Rosily hid the sword under her bed and comfortably lay down, falling asleep and waiting for tomorrow.
The next morning.
The silver-haired woman in bed opened her eyes.
She stared blankly at the ceiling for several seconds before sitting up and removing her nightdress, revealing her alluring curves.
She went to the wardrobe to prepare her outfit for the day—a white blouse and a black long skirt.
Sitting before the full-length mirror, she brushed her silver hair and tidied herself.
Enya then knocked on her daughter’s door.
“Rosily, get up and wash. Breakfast is ready.”
Rosily groggily opened her eyes.
After getting up, she reached under the bed and felt Cang’s hilt.
She sighed in relief and whispered softly, “Sister Cang, did you sleep well?”
Cang: Not buried in the ground or hidden under the bed—could you give the divine weapon a little respect?
Rosily said nothing, and the conversation ended.
If she stayed in her room too long, her mother would come to check.
If Cang was discovered, it would be hard to explain.
Rosily took Cang because Enya chose to turn a blind eye.
Besides, with Cang by Rosily’s side, Enya felt a bit more at ease.
Breakfast was simple—Kunch Beast eggs, boiled milk, and bread fried in oil to a crispy, tender perfection.
There was plenty to eat.
After breakfast, Rosily eagerly waited for her mother to leave, but Enya showed no signs of going out.
This worried the girl—she still needed to catch the scoundrel who had sneaked into her mother’s arms and left a trace while she was away!
But Enya had no plans to go out today.
She intended to use this free time to finish brewing the potion she owed Priestess Mili.