Enya had just stepped out of her own room when she glanced up at the sky.
The weather had been excellent lately—no rain, little wind, and the temperature was just right. Yet, despite such perfect weather, her mood could not lift.
There was only one reason…
Vivienne!
Yesterday, after teaching swordsmanship to Estelle, Enya returned home.
Since a powerful guardian accompanied Estelle, Enya had cloaked his presence, allowing her to spend some alone time with her eldest daughter.
Early this morning, Enya sensed something amiss. Hastily, she deepened the concealment around her dream world and meticulously erased all traces of her recent movements.
Vivienne had crossed from Xianfeng into the territory of Redwood City, most likely to see Estelle and perhaps to meet Henna as well.
Enya imagined how awkward it would be for Henna, given her current situation.
If Vivienne intended to take Estelle away… should I try to stop her?
And if that really happened, how could I possibly stop her?
As Enya pondered these worries, a voice interrupted her.
“Mom, where are you going?”
Rosily came running out, asking curiously.
Enya turned to Rosily, offering a gentle smile as she spoke softly.
“I might have to go visit your Sister Henna for a while. Little Rosily, be a good girl and stay home waiting for me, alright? No running around, do you understand?”
“Okay, okay.”
Rosily nodded and then withdrew her head.
The girl trotted to her own room and looked out through the window.
Before long, a carriage rolled in slowly.
A maid stepped down—it was someone from Henna’s household, here to summon Enya.
“Madam Phil, the Lord requests your presence.”
“Mm.”
Enya nodded lightly, asking no questions, and followed the maid into the carriage. The driver cracked the whip, and the carriage gradually sped away.
After seeing her mother leave, Rosily wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or worried.
Henna was a good person, but she didn’t want to be Henna’s stepdaughter.
Would that mean she’d have to call Yelena Aunt?
Pfft, no way!
She firmly believed her mother wasn’t the type to fall easily into someone else’s arms, so she shouldn’t worry about that.
“Well, if… well, probably not!”
Rosily shook her head, her shoulder-length golden hair swaying gently.
She took out Cang from her Ring.
As the silver-gray longsword appeared, it immediately radiated a glow that floated upward, forming a Fire Shadow.
A translucent woman with long gray hair appeared in the air. She lightly descended to the ground and opened her arms, embracing Rosily.
“Little Mistress smells so good~”
My master abandoned me, but I can still be by her side. Though I can’t smell her directly anymore, there’s still a strong scent of the master on Little Mistress.
Ahh~ wonderful!
Rosily pushed Cang’s embrace aside and glared at her with those orange-red eyes.
Cang looked pitiful.
But Rosily was an expert at playing dumb; she completely ignored Cang’s pleading gaze.
After a while, Rosily said, “Alright, Sister Cang, let’s continue yesterday’s Great Trial!”
Once inside the Bone World, Rosily had found a perfect goal—to reach the deepest part of the Bone World!
At the outer edges were human skeletons.
They were weak.
Closer to the center were the bones of magical beasts.
Still weak.
But the deeper she went into that world, the stronger the skeletons she encountered became. It was as if it was the resting place for all living beings across the worlds—the earth made up entirely of corpses.
Perhaps she might even encounter some dead top-tier powerhouses there!
Cang smiled, her half-lidded peach blossom eyes full of charm.
She said, “Sounds good, sounds good, but Little Mistress, can you let me hug you a bit more?”
“Just one more hug, please!”
Cang snuggled up next to Rosily, looking overly excited.
Rosily narrowed her eyes, sizing her up.
She was undoubtedly a top-tier beauty.
Whether it was figure or face, everything spoke of elegance and beauty. Yet Cang acted like a…
Pervert?
“Don’t tell me… you like my mom?”
The moment Rosily said this, Cang immediately shut up.
She straightened, wiping the lustful expression from her face, then cleared her throat and explained.
“How could that be? How could I like Little Mistress’s mother? I like Little Mistress herself! Please don’t misunderstand.”
“Hmm, liking me is fine, but liking my mom is not!” Rosily puckered her lips.
Cang nodded repeatedly.
Rosily took out the Bone Spear from the Ring and stared thoughtfully at the mysterious item. It had been in the Ring from the start.
And the Ring was a gift from her mother.
So that meant her mother had placed this thing inside too?
Also, Sister Cang seemed to have feelings about my mother.
She had the feeling her mother was hiding many things from her.
“I need to find a way to ask some questions.”
Rosily had ultimately noticed some oddities about Enya. She could no longer feign ignorance, because pretending only fooled others—not herself.
The carriage slowed and stopped.
Enya took a deep breath; some matters must be faced, sooner or later.
The maid opened the door and called softly to the dazed Enya.
“Madam Phil, we have arrived.”
“Madam Phil?”
“Madam Phil, we’re here!”
Enya snapped back to reality, nodded, and stood.
After stepping down, she followed the maid smoothly through Asades Castle and the City Lord’s Mansion.
After more than ten minutes of walking, she finally reached her destination.
Asades Castle was built into the mountainside; the City Lord’s Mansion was nestled halfway up the hill.
There was a flat area on the hill decorated as a garden.
The garden connected several houses, and Enya now stood before the door of one such small house.
“Madam Phil, the Lord is inside. Please go in.”
The maid spoke and then took her leave.
Enya hesitated, staring at the door.
She knew what awaited her behind it, but at this point, it seemed she had no choice but to enter.
While she was hesitating, the soft female voice inside spoke first.
“Well, since you’re here, why are you just standing at the door?”
“The door isn’t locked.”
Enya’s skin tingled at the sound of the voice.
Swallowing hard, she approached the door, silently telling herself she wore a disguise—no one would see through it if she played her part well.
With delicate hands, she gently pushed the door open.
A light breeze drifted inside, stirring a silver strand of her hair.
Enya stepped inside.