You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel?

“(In Elven language) Thank you, madam, but… I can stay at the door if your husband needs me…”

“(Elf language) I said you can go now.”

The succubus crawled out of the door on all fours and fled as if escaping.

As the door closed, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Isolde removed her cloak, shook her head slightly, and her long, pure white hair swayed from side to side in the sunlight.

Lotte thought Isolde was prettier than the succubus.

“I’m sorry,” Isolde said. “I borrowed your body for a while. As a woman, there are some things I might do that could arouse suspicion.”

"What did you just say?"

"I'm gathering information about [Synesto]. I need to confirm whether a large number of adventurers know about [Synesto] and whether they have seen it in person, lest it be just a hoax or a trap set for me."

“Not this.” Lott waved his hand. “What did you say to her when you were using the sword?”

Just as Lotte had predicted, Isolde's body stiffened.

She sat motionless, pretending not to hear anything, but the faint blush on her face betrayed her true thoughts.

She was probably torn between "should I say it?" and "how should I say it?"

Seeing Isolde's embarrassment, Lotte nodded with satisfaction, picked up the water glass on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

He thought he was really bad; what was the point of bullying Isolde?

That's actually quite interesting.

Moreover, Isolde borrowed his body, and he hadn't said anything yet, so teasing her was a way of paying for what he had just received.

Isolde finally mustered her courage, gripping her skirt tightly, and bit her lip as she said, "I just told her..."

"Okay, okay. I was just kidding."

Lotte interrupted Isolde, causing all of Isolde's long-held emotions and hard-won courage to vanish.

Are you kidding me?

Isolde's smile slowly froze. She turned her head to look at Lothar, her icy blue eyes fixed on Lothar's eyes.

Chapter 68 Is this a trap?

Lott sensed the awkward atmosphere, so he coughed twice and changed the subject: "That Cienstor... what kind of monster is he?"

Isolde wanted to say something, but seeing Lott so earnestly discussing serious matters, she couldn't bring herself to bring out her personal feelings.

"It's a giant tree demon."

"That shouldn't be difficult at all, it's none of our business."

"But the other party should have a purple talent, which is a talent that can reduce magical damage in some way."

That's relevant.

Lotte's desire to improve his stats was instantly ignited, and he listened carefully to every word Isolde said next:

“Synesto has only recently appeared near the city of Ridria. Elves cannot steal talents; they are merely a burden to them. Therefore, Ridria has offered a high bounty in hopes of organizing an army of hundreds of elves to defeat it.”

"So, Sionstor is very strong?"

“No. Elves are skilled in magic and archery, but they are somewhat helpless against those with magic resistance.” Isolde looked at her sword. “I can probably finish a battle by myself in about ten minutes.”

Lott sensed something was amiss. "But you said there's an elf calamity in the city. Why doesn't he intervene, and instead, the elf adventurers have to take action?"

“He’s a coward and almost never leaves the World Tree’s protection,” Isolde explained. “Or, this dryad is a monster deliberately luring me into action. They want to track my movements and then kill me.”

In Isolde's more than 200 years of divination, she had never encountered a being with the purple talent.

This tree spirit is probably the only one of its kind in the entire elf territory.

If it really is a trap, then the elves have gone to great lengths.

"Isolde, shall we go and defeat it?"

"Ok?"

"If it really is a trap, you can lure the calamity out of the city by attacking the tree demon. If it isn't, you'll also gain a talent. With a purple talent, you can go and attack other, more powerful calamities. There's no need to fight the calamity in this city to the death."

Lotte also wanted to see if he could find a loophole in the backtracking mechanism and obtain this extremely rare purple talent.

"But if this is a trap, I think it's a bit unreasonable."

Isolde took out a map and placed it on the table. "That calamity doesn't dare to face me head-on. Even if the other calamities closest to Ridria use teleportation magic, it will take at least 30 minutes. By the time they arrive, I will have already finished the battle. They can't hold me back at all."

"Could there be some kind of trap magic?"

"No trap magic can trap me, but it might trap you."

Lott glanced at Isolde, who had actually said some very offensive things without any expression on his face.

Isolde continued, “There are two possible outcomes to our monster-hunting expedition: either we successfully obtain the talent and leave to fight other natural disasters, or it’s a trap and I can lure them all out and kill them all.”

"If we don't fight the monsters, will the natural disasters in Ridria City occur?"

"No, he never leaves the house."

Isolde had discovered this in her previous life: no matter how long she stayed in the city, the natural disasters in Ridria never left.

Lott said, “Then we have no choice. Unless we storm the World Tree like the knights in the fairy tales and set everything on fire, we can’t kill this calamity.”

Isolde felt that Lotte was subtly comparing her to a "knight in a fairy tale" again.

But she had no evidence.

into the night.

There is no night in the Elven realm.

Everywhere you look, green plants are emitting a faint, ethereal green glow, and particles of light in the air gather with the wind to form rivers in the sky.

The golden elven wheat fields around him emitted a faint, sweet fragrance, which, combined with the floral scent on Isolde's body, made Lotte feel as if she were in a bakery.

Isolde, clad in armor, walked at the front, her long, flowing white hair swaying gently from side to side with each step.

The two followed the clues given by the succubus for a long time until they reached a hillside and looked down at the forest clearing below.

There lies a mountain there.

Only through the river of light in the sky did Lotte see clearly the giant tree spirit named Sionsto.

The lava golems that Lotte had seen before looked like roadside stones in comparison.

Isolde's gaze swept across the surrounding woodland, confirming that there was no one lying in ambush or any traps.

Or am I just overthinking things?

Isolde, who was half-squatting, checked his equipment and handed two bottles of life potion to Lotte.

"Lotte, I'm going to hunt down the monsters by myself later. If you find any natural disasters in Ridria City, just let me know."

“Wait.” Lott grabbed Isolde, who was about to get up. “Are you sure you can beat it? A single leaf falling from its tree could drown you.”

"This is not difficult."

"Aren't there any traps or anything like that? What if other elven calamities can teleport instantly?"

"No living being can travel that far in an instant. I don't know much about elf magic either, and from my current experience, there are no traps."

Lotte had only witnessed elven magic once before, on the way to Whitestone, when he saw a long-range spell streak across the sky and strike Titan.

However, there were no natural disasters within a month's walk of the surrounding area, which Lott believed was impossible even with long-range magic.

"Isolde, if possible, could you share some of the monsters with me during the fight later?"

"Huh? What do you want the monster for?"

"I also need to practice my skills and gain more practical experience."

Isolde nodded, not seeming to care too much.

Before leaving, she also checked Lott's equipment. The necklace was still on him, and the self-destruct ring she had given him in Orlandis was still on his hand.

Isolde wanted the ring back, but then she thought that Lotte might need it more than she did.

"I went."

"be careful."

Isolde stood atop the hill, her cloak billowing in the wind with a whooshing sound.

She lightly leaped down from the hilltop, transforming into a swift white light, and hurtled towards Sionsto, who was sleeping in the clearing.

A mournful howl pierced the still earth, the sound penetrating the thick night and causing Lot's body to tremble.

Sinstow screamed and waved the branches, angrily leaping up after being woken up, smashing the ground and cracking it.

Isolde did not rush to retaliate. After dodging the attack, she kicked the tree spirit's roots with her right leg, and a blue magic mark appeared.

She then swung her blade and activated the Valgard Sword Technique, striking the blue mark with an extremely fast frequency.

This is a fusion skill of Isolde magic and swordsmanship, which adds magical damage to [Valgard Swordsmanship].

But Isolde's sword failed to pierce the opponent's thick skin.

After trying several more spells, she finally confirmed that the other party did indeed possess a certain magical immunity.

When Sionsto realized that the tiny Isolde couldn't do any harm to it, it let out a human-like laugh.

A human face emerged from its trunk, squinting and staring at the tiny Isolde below.

Sinstow casually swung out a thick tree root, attempting to easily crush Isolde.

But Isolde's probing ended there.

This tree spirit named [Synesto] has finally met the onslaught of humanity's most powerful [Catastrophe] sword intent.

Its daybreak.

The extreme light emanating from Isolde's swordsmanship tore through the entire night sky, forcibly dragging the darkness within a radius of several miles into daylight.

A strong wind suddenly rose from the ground, snapping trees near her.

Lott had to hide behind a large tree and hold onto the trunk with both hands to avoid being blown away.

The wind was too strong; he couldn't even see Isolde's attack, and could only hear the tree spirit's one-sided wail.

As he strained to stick his head out into the wind and opened his eyes, he discovered that the enormous tree spirit had been lifted into the air by Isolde.

Lotte couldn't see Isolde's figure clearly, but amidst the sonic booms, he could see the tree spirit's indestructible outer trunk turn into powder and float into the air.

Sinstow is still struggling, and it has released many spores.

The spores landed on the ground and quickly took root and sprouted, growing into many small tree spirits that surrounded Isolde.

But Isolde paid no attention to the group of soldiers. The sword in her hand drew an arc in the night sky, illuminating a faint white light.

The next second, the white light suddenly expanded, and with her as the center, a ring of silver sword energy cut the tidal wave of tree demons in two.

The ground had been sheared away by Isolde to a depth of half a foot, and the entire city of Ridria was awakened by the storm.

Lotte slowly turned his gaze back.

Is Isolde even human?

Isolde did not forget her promise to Lothar, and she kicked several dying tree spirits into the sky.

These experienced babies, barely clinging to life and utterly powerless to resist, landed precisely at Lotte's feet.

Lotte glanced back at Isolde, then quietly cast a spell, killing the tree spirits on the ground one by one.

These small tree spirits are products of [Synestor], and their level is not low.

Fireball Lv.3→Lv.4

Unallocated attribute points: 27

[Enhancement Lv.2 → Lv.3]

Unallocated attribute points: 30

Isolde kept hitting from below, while Lotte slowly brushed from above.

Until Isolde turned around and looked in Loth's direction.