Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 238 Sister
The core area of ​​the Institute of Ecology.

The giant ancient tree's gnarled branches occupied almost half of the core area, and at this moment, the entire tree's branches and leaves were trembling, making a soft rustling sound.

Muirna, barefoot, her slender, snow-white body wrapped only in a thin layer of silk, almost naked, trudged through the damp earth to the foot of the giant tree, to the clear spring.

I crouched down, my white fingers gliding across the water's surface, feeling the coolness of the spring.

She dipped her slightly rosy toes into the pool, wiggled them a couple of times, and once her body had adjusted to the cool water temperature, she slowly sat down in the water.

"call"

Muirner let out a soft breath; the cool spring water released the day's fatigue in that moment.

The silk draped over her body seemed to melt and spread out, blending with her long, smooth, greenish-brown hair, floating gracefully around her snow-white body in the water.

Muirna scooped up some water with his hands and gently splashed it on his body to wash it.

As she was washing her long hair, a slender vine reached out, rolled up a towel placed by the spring, and began to wipe her back.

Muirner noticed the touch behind him and smiled faintly.

"Thanks,"

A pale pink flower bloomed at the tip of the vine, and a drop of floral oil flowed from its heart, landing on Muirna's long hair.
In an instant, a refreshing fragrance spread out.
The vine continued to wipe her body.

Muirner ran his fingers through his long hair and said softly:
“I spoke to that girl today, and Marlene was right. She did have contact with Rean; I could tell from her expression.”

The vines paused for a moment after hearing this, then continued their work.

“I know what you’re worried about. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful,” Muirner reassured him.

She looked up at the lush foliage above her head and remained silent for a long time.

"I never imagined that I would see that person again hundreds of years later, even though he can no longer be called a human being."

The vines seemed to be conveying something to her, and Muirner, upon hearing this, gave a bitter smile:
"Yes, back then, we were just little kids to him, not even worth his attention. Who knew that now He has transcended reality, and we are the ones confronting and negotiating with Him?"

The vines trembled slightly.

“I know it’s dangerous,” Muirner said, “but even at any cost, even if it means making any sacrifice, even if it means dying at His hands, I have to go, because it’s for our mission.”

A resolute determination flashed in his clear eyes, like a righteous man facing death with equanimity.

"Besides, if I were to perish, wouldn't I be able to see you again, sister?"

She gazed at the vine and smiled.

But the vine suddenly lashed out and struck her head.

"Well"

Muirna winced and clutched her head in pain. The vine still stood upright in front of her, like an angry elder, straightening its body to reprimand her.
Muirna stuck out her little tongue at it.

"Don't worry, I was just kidding. If I could live, I would definitely want to live. I'm not a fool who wants to die."

The vines then calmed down a bit, rolled up the towel again, and trembled slightly.

"Who knows? If He really wants to see me, maybe one night He will perform a miracle, suddenly appear, or take me into His divine kingdom? That's about all He's capable of," Muirna pondered as he washed his body.

"The most dangerous one is Himself. Such a brutal ruler, after gaining the power of transcendence, will only become more powerful."

A complex light flickered in Muirner's eyes.

After a long silence, she suddenly said:

"I simply cannot forgive what He did."

The vines seemed to sense her change in mood and worriedly circled around to her side.
Muirna quickly composed herself and smiled at Zhiman, "I'm fine, don't worry, I'm just a little tired." "Oh, by the way, sister, let me tell you, I recently made a very special friend! We're really close, you know."

She quickly said something as if trying to change the subject.

The vine swayed slightly, seemingly quite interested.

"Well, how should I put it? He's a boy named Caesar, and he's very handsome. He'll definitely grow up to be a heartthrob, right? Although he's young, he's very reliable, very knowledgeable, and loves science fiction. We get along really well."

Muirner enthusiastically introduced the branches and vines.

"Moreover, he is also a mage with extraordinary strength. I know this is surprising, but I think it must be related to his identity, right?"

“Yumeria is a member of the former elven royal family, a descendant of her teacher, Flatris. And that dragon king, a descendant of Leogard, is also by her side. With such a background and identity, it would be difficult for her to be ordinary, right?”

Muirner had long hair, and his eyes sparkled.
"He is indeed a very charming boy. He is gentle, knowledgeable, and gives a great sense of security. I don't know how many girls will be infatuated with him when he grows up."

Muirner turned her head and found Zhiman standing beside her, seemingly watching her intently.

"elder sister."

Muirna shrugged helplessly: "I was just saying. We're just friends who get along well. It's not as much as you think. Don't always worry about me like this and that. Besides, his Dragon King Ita is very possessive. I can't very well interfere, can I?"

"Besides, there's a difference of hundreds of years between us. Does he think I'm an old woman?"

Muirner leaned against the thick tree roots at the edge of the spring, sighing to himself.

"Besides, I always felt that Caesar was hiding something from me."

While everyone certainly has their own secrets, Muirner had a bad feeling about Caesar's secret.

She just hoped that this premonition was just her overthinking.

At that moment, the vine trembled.
Muirna's lips twitched: "What do you mean I'm a child too? Sister, I'm over three hundred years old. I can't even remember my exact age. I'm old enough to be someone's ancestor."

She crossed her arms, clearly displeased.

"Besides, I'm much more mature in every way now than I was when I was a child, okay?"

The tendrils pointed to her chest.

"Sister, can you please stop being so frivolous? You're supposed to be a lady, an elf princess! Always, always talking about these frivolous things, really."

Muirna pouted and said unhappily.

"Furthermore, according to the 625 Fein Women's Health Index, my size is within the normal range and cannot be considered small at all!"

The branches trembled slightly.

"What do you mean you picked up a primary school student's statistics report by mistake? I've told you, sister, don't be so frivolous!"

Muirna stood up angrily, water droplets dripping from her long hair and body. The soaked, thin silk clung to her body, revealing her fair and rosy skin, leaving streaks of water.

With a casual wave of her hand, Muirna's body water droplets gathered together, forming a water ball that splashed back into the spring, leaving her feeling refreshed and dry.

"I'm going back now; I need to get some rest early tonight," Muirna said, wrapped in silk.

The tendrils reached up and gently brushed the strands of hair behind her ear with their delicate tips.

Muirner looked at the vines and smiled slightly.

"Alright, sister, don't worry, I'll be fine. I'll come back with news of victory. Wait for me here."

(End of this chapter)