My bloodline is so eager to improve.

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't knock. Instead, she reached out and pushed open the slightly ajar wooden door, then stepped inside.

Inside the cabin, Roxanne was sitting in a chair in the living room, feeding porridge to the wolf girl.

The little guy lay obediently on her lap, drinking the warm meat porridge spoonful by spoonful, making comfortable gurgling sounds in his throat.

Roxanne's movements were slow and steady, with a faint smile on her face, making her look relaxed and at ease.

Hearing the door open, her hand holding the spoon paused almost imperceptibly, and the muscles in her back tensed slightly, but she didn't turn around at all, continuing to feed the porridge slowly and methodically.

Instead, the person who came from behind spoke first.

The voice was deep and hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against wood, completely different from her slender figure:

"Loris, I've finally found you."

As soon as she said that, Roxanne's spoon lightly touched the rim of the bowl, making a soft clinking sound.

The person behind him slowly removed his hood, revealing a head of long brown hair that cascaded down. His bangs were so long they almost covered his eyes, with only a pair of eerie green eyes peeking out from between his strands.

Her face looked extremely young, like a girl of only fifteen or sixteen years old, with fair skin and delicate features.

But the depth in her eyes was not the weariness one would expect from a young girl.

The person who arrived was Maeve.

She watched Roxanne's retreating figure, her tone tinged with an indescribable complexity, and asked again:

Why are you hiding here?

I've been looking for you for many years.

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Roxanne heard the greeting but didn't turn around. She simply fed the wolf girl a spoonful of porridge, her tone as indifferent as if she were discussing the weather.

Please call me Roxanne.

Loris died long ago.

Upon hearing this, Maeve pursed her lips, seemingly having anticipated this reaction, and didn't dwell on the address.

"Alright, Roxanne."

I'm not here today to dredge up old grievances with you.

She took two steps forward, now only a few steps away from Roxanne, her tone suddenly becoming urgent, tinged with suppressed anxiety:

"I need your help."

Now, immediately, right now!

For this necromancer, who was always arrogant and looked down on everyone, to show such an expression, it was clear that he had encountered an extremely difficult situation.

Upon hearing this, Roxanne laughed twice and finally turned around.

She looked at Maeve's undeniably haggard face and raised an eyebrow:

"What?"

Even the renowned necromancer encounters troubles he cannot resolve?

But I'm more curious about how you found this place?

I thought nobody knew.

Roxanne showed no apprehension or disgust towards Maeve's identity as a necromancer.

They were old acquaintances, having known each other for decades. They knew each other very well.

Maeve didn't take the joke lying down. She let out a long sigh of relief and sat down on the old armchair next to her.

She leaned back, looking exhausted, as if she had been traveling for a long time without getting any rest.

"I joined the Dead Soul Merchant Guild and became a soul merchant."

When she spoke, her voice was even more mute than before.

"We investigated and explored little by little using the business community's network of contacts."

Even so, it took almost fifteen years to find you, this guy hiding on the border.

She looked up at Roxanne, her eyes filled with an unusual pleading, all her usual arrogance and sharpness gone, replaced only by genuine anxiety:

"Roxanne, please help me one last time."

Roxanne's smile faded slightly at the prospect of Maeve uttering such words.

She knew this was probably a really tricky matter.

Seeing her like this, Roxanne sighed helplessly and waved her hand.

"Alright, alright, tell me what happened first."

However, let me make this clear beforehand: as you know, I'm not good at healing magic; my main skill is combat.

If your problem is related to combat, I might be able to lend a hand, but I can't guarantee whether it will be successful.

Don't have too high expectations of me.

Roxanne was blunt; she didn't want to give Maeve any false hope.

But Maeve shook her head firmly, her eyes filled with an almost obsessive trust:

"No, you can definitely help me."

Just like back then, when you and Lance rescued me from that hell.

After he said that, the cabin was silent for a few seconds.

The past years surged up like a tide, and images of blood and fire, struggle and redemption flashed through their minds.

Roxanne looked at the stubbornness in Maeve's eyes and ultimately didn't refuse, but simply gestured for her to continue.

Maeve sat in the chair and began to slowly recount her predicament.

Time slipped away little by little as the two talked. The sun outside the window gradually sank in the west, the sky turned orange-red, and then gradually darkened.

In the forest, the moon quietly climbed to the treetops, and its silvery moonlight shone down, giving the pine branches a cool glow.

The forest is warm during the day, but the temperature drops sharply at night, and the wind carries the coolness of the night dew.

Otto and Tessa had already finished resting and had reorganized their equipment.

Seeing that night had fallen, the two stood up, gripped their weapons tightly, and followed the trail they had found during the day, heading deeper into the forest once more.

The night wind blew through the pine forest, causing the branches to sway and rustle.

At that moment, the two of them stopped in their tracks.

They heard the sound.

It was an extremely faint whisper, drifting on the wind.

The voice was strange, not like an adult's voice, but thin and tender, like a group of children whispering together, or like a breeze suddenly coming to life, murmuring something in your ear.

The words were indistinct, yet they penetrated my ears with crystal clarity.

It was exactly as the villagers described.

Otto gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist and gave Tessa a wink.

The two of them slowed their pace and followed the direction of the sound, slowly walking deeper into the forest.

The further they walked, the clearer the whispers became, a cacophony of many tiny sounds coming together.

Tessa frowned slightly.

She carefully sensed her surroundings, but there was still no trace of the chilling aura of the dead.

This sound doesn't sound like it came from a ghost.

After walking a few dozen more steps, the whispers became so clear they seemed to be right next to my ear.

Tessa lowered her voice and whispered in Otto's ear:

"What exactly is this thing?"

I can't sense any ghostly presence at all.

That's so strange.

Otto didn't say anything, but simply pointed to a clearing in the woods not far ahead, gesturing for her to go around and take a look.

The two tiptoed around to the edge of the clearing, using the shadows of the trees as cover. They looked up and were both stunned.

In the center of this small clearing in the woods stood a half-person-high deadwood stump. The wood had long been charred black, and the embers at the center of the stump had long since gone out, leaving only a pile of cold, grayish-white ash.

Around that fire pit were seven or eight tiny figures, each about the size of a palm.

They have a human-like appearance with delicate features and a pair of translucent, thin wings on their backs, like dragonfly wings, with a hint of shimmering light.

Their bodies were speckled with emerald green fluorescence, leaving trails of light as they took flight.

At this moment, these little creatures are circling around the extinguished fire pit, chattering away. Their voices are soft and low, and when they come together, they become the 'whispers' that the villagers can hear.

"It's a fairy!"

After seeing the scene before her, Tessa breathed a long sigh of relief, and her tense nerves relaxed.

She lowered her voice and said to Otto beside her:

"I thought it was some stubborn, persistent ghost. I was so nervous for nothing."

Seeing that Otto seemed a little confused, Tessa explained to him in a low voice:

"Fairies are a very ancient fantasy species. Most of them are humanoid, very small in size, generally only the size of a palm, and have wings made of magical energy."

They only live in places abundant with natural magic, surviving on the breath of heaven and earth and natural magic. The vast majority are very friendly and will not attack humans unprovoked.

Tessa continued, looking at the little ones anxiously pacing around in the open space:

"These demons don't even know which royal court they belong to."

Fairies all have their own clans and royal courts, and the duties of fairies in different royal courts are also different.

However, all fairies have one thing in common: ordinary people without magical talent can neither see them nor sense their existence.

Lot Village has many retired adventurers and forest rangers who spend their days running around in the forest. Although most of them have not officially entered the supernatural profession, their magical reserves are much stronger than those of ordinary people due to their years of training.

So although they could not see the form of the fairies, they could vaguely hear their voices.

The night was quiet, and suddenly hearing such a whisper from an unknown source was certainly considered strange.

Tessa spoke with a hint of a smile in her voice.

To be honest, this was all a misunderstanding.

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After Tessa understood the situation, magic immediately gathered at her fingertips.

Soon, accompanied by chanting, a semi-transparent shield of law unfolded around her, its gentle yet majestic divine power slowly spreading out.

This is the mark of the Callum priests, and also proof of goodwill.

After confirming that her magic was stable, Tessa stood up, tiptoed, and slowly walked into the forest clearing.

The fairies immediately sensed the presence of the stranger and were thrown into chaos.

A cacophony of screams erupted, and the timid ones quickly hid behind the dead wood and firewood, peeking out their heads to peek.

A few of the bolder ones spread their wings and flew to the front, assuming a defensive posture towards Tessa, as if to stand in front of their companions and fight against this 'giant'.

Their small bodies were taut, their wings flapping rapidly, looking both wary and a little pitiful.

Tessa didn't move forward. She stood still, bent down slightly, and spoke to the little fairies in a soft voice:

“I am Tessa Valentine, a priestess of the Criminal Tribunal.”

I had no ill intentions.

Which fairy kingdom do you belong to?

If you encounter any problems, I can offer assistance.