A point of light in the dark, Viscount Elman was the first to draw his longsword with a 'zing', pointing in the direction of the sound, "Who's there?" He raised his right eyebrow and asked warily.
"Hehehe."
What answered him was a series of light laughter, which ca from a short distance away, and then Elman saw a woman slowly step out from an ancient oak tree—The woman had a pair of pointed ears. She inserted her hands behind her head and gently swayed her upper body, letting her wavy purple hair cascade down like a waterfall behind her ears.
The woman had light purple eyes, and the slightly long eyeshadow gave her a bizarre feeling; a beautiful oval face, her lips also purple, could capture one's attention at first glance—but below her upper body, she was entirely composed of vines and roots. Bundles of thorns spread upward along her naked upper body, wrapping around her full bosom, extending up to her neck and along the edges of her cheeks.
She smiled slightly and pointed at the longsword in Elman's hand, saying, "Young man, what do you expect this thing to do? Hurt ? Or protect yourself?"
Elman frowned and pointed the sword at the woman, but did not reply; this woman obviously did not have good intentions, and from her deanor, she was either mad or had sothing to rely on.
The Viscount was more inclined to believe it was the latter.
Luo Nuo reacted only a step slower than Elman, but the black-haired young man couldn't help but blush when he saw the woman, and it took him a mont to gather himself. Rising his sword-like eyebrows, he sternly asked, "Who are you? This is the Erune envoy team, you'd better not have any ideas about us—"
The woman chuckled, "So sly."
She seed not to see the sword in Elman's hand and slowly approached the group. As she moved, the vines composing her lower body writhed, like a giant insect, making one's scalp tingle at the sight.
"Luo Nuo, apprentice to Master Heimann, Kruz's genius alchemist—title, Wolverine; once seriously injured eleven companions and killed two in a conflict at Kruz's Royal Magic Academy, a wild heart hidden beneath that shy youthful appearance."
"As for this one—Faina, Golden Collar Earl, little princess of the Flower Leaf Domain, the Bright Pearl in the hands of Duke Mandeshill, and the Duchy's only legitimate heir," the woman turned her head, leisurely looking at the remaining two people, smiling as she said: "Then there's Viscount Elman, though an illegitimate noble offspring, yet equally outstanding—just who can see through your ambitions?"
Elman couldn't help but twitch his mouth at the ntion of being illegitimate.
Finally, the woman said, "As for this last little girl, she truly is an Erune, but of little importance. However, I am intrigued by her lord—the interesting young man."
"If you're interested, you can go find him," Faina glared at the woman warily, as a great noble's heir, she most detested strangers identifying her so casually: "Shaless woman!"
She turned her head: "Luo Nuo, what are you still looking at!"
The black-haired young man blushed, innocently looking back at Faina: "Now isn't the ti to discuss this, Faina."
"Hmph," Faina gritted her teeth in annoyance: "None of you are any good!"
Among the four, only Tiya, standing at the back, remained silent. She just secretly prepared herself for defense—as a rcenary, though the young Wild Elf girl lacked experience, she understood so basic common sense very well.
"So," Elman watched the woman approach closer and couldn't help but beco a bit restless, "What exactly do you want, madam?"
He attempted to block her with his sword.
But unexpectedly, his words only made the woman laugh. She walked up to the Viscount, and with a flick of her finger on the tip of his sword said: "As I said, you humans call this thing a sword, don't you—it's a weapon, to protect yourselves or harm others."
"Because in your view, human bodies are fragile, and tal is hard. Using tools, that's the specialty of civilized creatures."
"But unfortunately, in my eyes, this thing is as fragile as you, because all things decay and wither, only chaos endures."
She lifted her eyelashes, her purple eyes looking at Elman. And as she softly spoke, purple roses began to blossom from Elman's longsword, and as the petals withered away in the wind one by one, the sword seed to have experienced thousands of years of history, turning into dust, blown away by the wind.
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