Wolund knew that the two standing before him, though they appeared young, were actually figures of ancestral stature. He truly had no right to persuade them to stop.
What made it even more awkward was that Wolund genuinely couldn’t defeat either of them… If they were to fight seriously, he wouldn’t be able to intervene.
Mida and Yisi stared intently at each other, the tension thickening in the air, as if a battle could erupt again at any moment.
"Alright, if Aina were here, she might not be too pleased to see you two like this," Wolund played his trump card.
Mida and Yisi visibly stiffened, their gathered momentum slowly dissipating.
Mida: "I’ll let you off this time."
Yisi: "Suddenly, I don’t feel like fighting you anymore…"
Aina’s name was indeed effective—merely mentioning it was enough to subdue the two of them completely.
Wolund wasn’t surprised… He had been under Aina’s care as a child and knew just how terrifying her presence could be. He could empathize with these two little ones.
Wolund let out a sigh of relief.
He had been handling affairs in the headmaster’s office earlier when he suddenly sensed two terrifying auras within the academy, nearly scaring the soul out of him.
If these two were to lose control even slightly, Olifando would be in trouble.
"Mida, this is Yisi… sort of a newly adopted child of Aina’s."
Wolund phrased it carefully—Yisi would be staying in Olifando for a long time, and he didn’t want to offend her and end up on her blacklist.
"I see. That makes her my little sister, then," Mida nodded.
"Hey! Why should you be the older sister? I’m definitely the elder here!" Yisi protested indignantly. As the Void Mother, she had been created by the goddess long ago.
Mida replied calmly, "Because I was here first."
The two locked eyes, and the tension in the air began to rise again.
"Ahem, if Aina knew you two were arguing over something like this, she’d probably be furious, wouldn’t she?" Wolund interjected.
Mida and Yisi stiffened once more.
Wolund couldn’t help but feel amused—this trick never failed.
Though he felt a little guilty using it to intimidate these two, it was all for the sake of Olifando.
"Wolund, where have Father and Mother gone?" Mida asked, no longer dwelling on Yisi.
"Ah… I’m afraid I don’t know that either," Wolund sighed. "They’ve gone traveling the world. No one knows exactly where they are now."
Mida puffed out her cheeks. Her mother had once said she could visit them occasionally, but now she had been left behind again.
Still, Mida was used to it—her mother had always been like this.
Only when something truly important happened would her mother pay her any real attention.
"Fine, I understand."
With her abilities, finding her mother wouldn’t be difficult… but she decided it was better not to disturb them.
Mida fluttered her small wings, preparing to leave.
"Hey, you’re Mida? The daughter of those two?" Yisi suddenly called out to her. "It’s strange—they’re a human and a demon, while you’re a dragon—but I can sense their aura on you."
Mida nodded expressionlessly.
"I acknowledge you, Mida. You’re strong," Yisi said, hands on her hips. "If you’re free, come back sometime and fight me."
Wolund’s scalp prickled. "Uh—"
"We’ll fight somewhere else. This place is too cramped, and if we wreck the manor, Lady Aina would definitely scold me," Yisi added.
For the first time, Wolund felt his heart couldn’t take much more—it was like riding a rollercoaster.
Mida thought for a moment. "Alright, deal."
With that, Mida’s figure dissolved into a streak of blue light, vanishing into the horizon, while Yisi retreated back into the void.
Wolund stood where he was, lost in thought.
Had they just become friends?
……
Olie City.
Xia Lun looked up, staring blankly at the statue in the square before him.
The statue depicted a woman in a long dress, her smile serene. The dress seemed specially designed, with numerous pockets filled with vials and bottles.
The craftsmanship was exquisite, and clearly, it had been well-maintained over the years—Ankula’s features remained remarkably clear.
"Xia Lun… you really don’t remember her?" Liyana asked.
Xia Lun shook his head. Though the face on the statue felt vaguely familiar, he couldn’t recall anything about her.
"Alright, as Aina said, you really have lost your memory," Liyana sighed. "What a heartless man. She confessed to you in front of the entire city back then."
"Did she? That was a brave girl," Xia Lun said softly, holding Aina’s hand. "What a shame—my heart already belonged to someone else."
"Oho—so you already had your sights set on Aina back then," Liyana teased, nudging his arm. "I underestimated you, you sly devil."
Aina gazed at the statue, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.
She didn’t dislike the girl, nor did she resent her for loving Xia Lun.
On the contrary, Aina was grateful to her—it was Ankula who made Aina realize her own feelings.
The square bustled with people. Musen couldn’t show himself in public, but as adventurers, Xia Lun and the others were used to it—others might be startled by Musen’s presence.
Mo Lini, clutching her holy tome, looked around curiously.
"This Lady Ankula must have done something incredible for people to remember her like this," she murmured.
"Indeed. Ankula was an amazing person," Liyana said earnestly. "She might have been the first human to ever defeat an evil god."
"An evil god?" Mo Lini’s eyes widened. She had only heard of such beings in legends.
Each evil god was an entity from beyond the world, a source of chaos and disorder—unpredictable, incommunicable, wielding powers beyond mortal comprehension.
"I helped too! I contributed a lot to defeating that evil god!" Liyana boasted proudly.
"Really?" Mo Lini looked skeptical.
Liyana: "Of course! Well… maybe Xia Lun and Aina did more, but I still did my part! Right, Musen?"
Musen remained silent within the pages.
Xia Lun’s gaze was distant—he had no memory of what had happened back then.
"Let me tell you, Xia Lun," Aina said softly, caressing his cheek. "About the things that happened in the past…"
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