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Chapter 90, Chapter 89: Today is another day I'm being thanked.

"Cough cough—"

In a dimly lit room in the elven village, young Frilian was curled up on her bed, coughing violently.

She wrapped herself in the blanket, trying to draw some warmth, but the chill seemed to seep from her very bones, and the more she covered herself, the colder she felt.

I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and couldn't muster any strength.

When I opened my eyes, the ceiling I saw was blurry, distorted, and spinning.

Where is my mother?

Her throat was burning dry. She struggled to reach for the water glass by the bedside, but found that she didn't even have the strength to hold it. Just as her body reached its limit and was about to fall into a deep sleep, she realized that she was about to fall into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, Frillie heard a strange, loud, whistling sound coming from outside the door.

Boom! The sound stopped abruptly, followed by the heavy thud of someone landing on the ground.

Tap tap tap. The rhythm of her footsteps was strangely familiar, raising a faint glimmer of hope in her drowsy heart.

Is it Mother returning?

She tried to open her eyes wide to see clearly, but her burning eyelids and heavy fatigue overwhelmed her weak will like a tide.

The moment the door was pushed open, she only had time to feel a gust of cold wind rushing in.

Then, her mother's urgent, even slightly choked, call rang in her ears.

"Frilian, I'm back. Hang in there!"

Frillie's chaotic mind could no longer grasp any meaning, and the world before her eyes was plunged into boundless darkness in the blink of an eye.

Gu Yuan followed closely behind into the room, and when his gaze fell on the petite figure on the bed, his expression immediately became extremely complicated.

White hair, round face.

It really was her—.

"Cough cough."

After an unknown amount of time, Frillie was awakened again by a slight cough.

What came into view was a familiar yet dimly lit rooftop, and it was pitch black outside the window, as if it were already late at night.

"I slept all day? I'm so thirsty—." She subconsciously licked her dry lips, then suddenly realized the changes in her body.

My previously drowsy thoughts became exceptionally clear, and my vision was no longer blurry and spinning.

That unsettling feeling of floating on clouds seemed to have vanished as the cool spring night breeze gently blew in through the cracks in the window.

"Am I... all better now?"

She reached out in disbelief and shook hands; the weakness she had felt before, when she couldn't even hold a water glass properly, had completely vanished.

Who healed me?

She threw back the covers and got up with some difficulty.

Her emerald eyes gleamed faintly in the darkness, and Frilian keenly sensed that three unfamiliar presences had entered the house.

A guest? Or...?

Thirst surged up again, and noticing the water glass on the table beside her, she reached out and drank the remaining water in the glass in one gulp.

"Gulp."

"call.-."

The cool liquid thoroughly moistened her parched throat, and Frilian let out a long sigh of relief, as if the last trace of pain had been expelled from her body.

Barefoot on the fur-covered carpet,

Just as she was walking toward the door, footsteps sounded outside.

Then the door was pushed open, and warm light flooded into the room.

The sudden light made Frilian uncomfortable; she squinted and raised her hand to shield her eyes.

"Who is it?"

It was definitely not my mother. Her presence was still downstairs; she was with two other strangers.

After her eyes adjusted to the light for a while, she looked up.

A human-looking man stood in front of the door, holding a basin of water with a towel soaking in it.

"You're awake." Gu Yuan looked at Frillie, who was now able to stand on her own and whose complexion had clearly improved, nodded slightly, and spoke calmly.

Unlike the original story set a thousand years in the future, the Frilian before us is only about 1.3 meters tall, with a round face that shows obvious signs of childishness.

"You are" Frillian. Despite her young age, she understands basic etiquette and logic.

The stranger in front of her, along with the other two people downstairs, were very likely the people her mother had found to help her.

"Doctor. At your mother's request, your symptoms have been temporarily relieved."

Gu Yuan did not take credit for the task, but simply explained the situation.

He carried the basin of water into the room and placed it on the table next to Frillie. "How are you feeling?"

"— Much better. Thank you." Frilian looked at him, her eyes filled with gratitude, but also with a hint of the natural caution and inquiry of an elf.

"No need to be so polite. Your mother has already paid the appropriate fee." Gu Yuan waved his hand, gesturing for her to sit down.

"Although my method eliminated the disease, your body suffered a great loss due to this illness and still needs rest and recovery."

He didn't mention that the relic could immediately restore her to her full strength; some things require a gradual approach.

Frillie did feel a little weak, but the surprise she had just received made her overlook it. She sat back down on the edge of the bed as instructed.

Gu Yuan then took a bowl of warm porridge from the table next to him and handed it to her: "Have something to eat."

The air grew quiet, with only the sound of Frillie sipping her porridge.

The porridge was at the perfect temperature, soft and smooth, with the taste of mother's cooking.

"It's delicious," she said softly, her bright eyes conveying her delight and gratitude, despite her usually taciturn nature.

Gu Yuan pulled up a chair and sat opposite her, smiling, "I'm glad you like it."

He hesitated for a moment, then asked casually, "Speaking of which, Frilian, how old are you this year?"

"Have you considered leaving here with your mother temporarily and living somewhere safer and more convenient for a while?"

"Huh?" This sudden question made Frilian stop what she was doing, look up, and look confused.

Leave the village? Why would this human, whom we've only just met, suddenly suggest this?

She swallowed the food in her mouth and remained silent. Just as she was pondering how to respond to this sudden and somewhat presumptuous concern, her mother, Wilmae, appeared at the door.

"Mr. Gu."

The voice was gentle, yet carried a subtle hint of interruption.

"Thank you very much for your concern and advice for Frillie, but she is still too young. I will consider and handle these matters slowly."

"Right now, we are more concerned about the relics you mentioned earlier."

She came in, gently stroking Frilian's head to indicate that she should continue resting, then turned to Gu Yuan:

"Could you please come downstairs to discuss this further?"

"..." Gu Yuan glanced at Frillie and stood up helplessly.

His suggestion to move was not made on a whim.

While Frilian was asleep, he had already had a preliminary conversation with Wilmae, mentioning the village's remote location and its insufficient ability to defend itself against sudden dangers.

According to the information he knew, the Demon King's future massacre of the elves would all stem from fear.

Since the plot has changed because of his intervention, the safest option is to persuade them to leave temporarily in order to avoid a possible crisis.

But clearly, Vermeer had her concerns.

The door was gently closed with a "bang," and the room fell silent again.

Frillie watched the two leave, then looked down at the half-eaten porridge in her hand. Recalling what had just happened, a vague unease welled up in her heart.