Eccentric

Luo Lun left on a mission.

Aina was a bit surprised, but considering Luo Lun's abilities, she figured nothing bad would happen and felt relieved.

After some thought, Aina ultimately decided not to release her blood bats to track him.

"Then what about Mida?" Xia Lun asked, his gaze sweeping across the empty courtyard.

"Reporting! Master, Mida is playing in the academy!" Yisi suddenly popped out from nowhere. "Mida is very disobedient! I told her to stay here and wait for Master to return, but she just wouldn't listen..."

Xia Lun smiled; this little one even knew how to tattle now.

Aina, however, just stared quietly at Yisi for a moment.

Yisi's voice grew quieter and quieter until she went completely mute. She lowered her little head, staring at her toes, not daring to speak, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt.

Yisi knew that Aina did not have much affection for her... She was merely a weapon created by a goddess, casually picked up and brought back by her master, whereas Mida was a child Aina had raised with her own hands. The difference in their importance was naturally as vast as heaven and earth.

Yisi pursed her lips in frustration.

Just then, a broad, warm hand gently landed on top of her silver-white hair, rubbing it with a soothing touch.

"Alright, I know. When we are not around, you are not allowed to argue with Mida." Xia Lun's voice carried a gentle smile, dispelling the gloom in her heart. "It must have been hard on you, guarding this place for so long."

"Mhm! It wasn't hard at all, Master Xia Lun!" Yisi was slightly taken aback at first, but then she bloomed into a radiant smile.

Xia Lun and the others had been gone for a few years... but to Yisi, such a small amount of time was nothing. The long years she had survived alone in the boundless void after the fall of the goddess—that was true loneliness.

Compared to those times, now she could observe humans and enjoy spaces as soft as little cookies. It was far more comfortable than before; it was simply a heavenly life!

"Rest assured, Master Xia Lun, Mida and I have never argued. We just fight each other often, that's all." Yisi patted her small chest and spoke with absolute certainty.

Xia Lun: ...

That sounded like a much more serious problem!

Xia Lun took a deep breath, feeling a dull ache in his temples, and finally instructed helplessly, "Do not cause trouble for Wolund."

"Oh... alright."

Seeing her like this, Xia Lun was almost certain that Wolund had suffered quite a few headaches because of these two little ancestors.

Speaking of which, a trace of curiosity welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but ask, "Then between you and Mida, who is stronger?"

Xia Lun had fought Yisi before, so he had a general understanding of her strength... At that time, Xia Lun had only recently been resurrected and didn't have strong control over his body. He only managed to defeat Yisi by relying on his rich combat experience.

Yisi immediately straightened her back, her small face full of seriousness as she tilted her head to carefully recall the details of her fights with Mida. "Hmm... it's basically always a tie!" She analyzed it earnestly, finally giving a firm nod with an unquestionable sense of pride and certainty. "Although Mida is indeed very strong, I still feel that I am just a tiny bit stronger than her! Because I didn't use my full strength!"

"Mida wouldn't have used her full strength either," Aina said coldly, her favoritism towards Mida blatantly obvious.

Yisi shrank her neck, not daring to talk back.

Xia Lun smiled and took Aina's hand, signaling her not to bicker with a child, even though Yisi's age could hardly be associated with a child's.

However, Xia Lun basically already had an idea in his mind.

Neither of these two could do anything to the other.

It was quite normal. At their level, unless there was an absolute crushing difference in strength, it was generally very difficult to determine a victor.

It was just like among those Demon Kings. There was somewhat of a gap in strength between them, with Hardwick being the strongest, Nakaen coming in second, and the remaining three being at roughly the same level.

But in reality, the other Demon Kings were all confident enough to clash with that old man... even though they would end up being suppressed and beaten.

And as for Yisi saying she was a tiny bit stronger than Mida, that was simply impossible to verify. Many factors could influence the outcome of a battle; after all, condition and luck were unpredictable.

...

"Achoo." On the spire of a certain tower, Mida covered her small face with both hands and sneezed.

It felt like someone was talking about her behind her back.

Whatever, ignore it.

Mida flapped her small wings and continued flying back and forth in the sky above Olifendo.

Olifendo did not have a no-fly zone. There were students from the Winged race in the academy, and people using flight spells to travel were everywhere... so even though Mida did not deliberately conceal her figure, she did not stand out.

Since she was already here, she naturally planned to see her friend.

She had heard that Anana was taking classes here.

It didn't seem like a good idea to casually use detection magic here. This was Wolund's territory, and the academy had many bizarre, sentient magical creations... If her aura was detected, it might cause a commotion or scare certain things, leading to property damage.

If Wolund asked her for compensation, it would be troublesome. Mida was completely broke, and her mother kept strict control over her pocket money.

If her mother found out she had caused trouble, her bottom would probably not escape another spanking.

Well, her father would probably side with her, but Mida felt she shouldn't let her father's impression of her deteriorate.

Therefore, Mida could only rely on her own eyesight to find Anana.

Red-brick teaching buildings, towering mage towers, an ancient library covered in vines...

Mida's gaze carefully searched through the intricate complex of buildings, the bustling squares, and the lush, tree-lined avenues below.

But this place was different from the snowfields; there were houses everywhere... Mida was having a hard time finding her.

If she had known better, she would have studied hard when her mother taught her clairvoyance magic.

Mida had also tried asking people, but Olifendo was simply too big. Trying to find someone based solely on a name was too difficult.

Forget it. If she really couldn't find her, she would just go look for Wolund later... Wolund was quite busy with work, and her mother had told her not to bother him casually.

Not bothering him casually meant she could bother him occasionally.

Mida felt she wasn't a casual dragon; she would always roast the prey she caught before eating it.

As she flew, Mida suddenly noticed a strange figure below.

This was clearly a magic academy, yet that guy wasn't studying magic. Instead, he was bare-chested, exercising his body in the small woods.

Her father also exercised his body like this.

Mida couldn't quite understand the point of such exercise. After all, in her mind, as long as she ate the good things her mother prepared for her, her strength would continuously grow.

Mida tilted her head, and her body plummeted straight down.