I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Three months later.

It is autumn now.

The autumn forest was bathed in a rich golden-brown hue.

The fallen leaves piled up underfoot, forming a thick carpet, each step accompanied by a soft rustling sound.

Bruce's steps were much more weary than when he set out, and his withered face bore a lingering weariness.

The long journey and sleepless nights kept this small, dog-headed man on edge.

Leah's dandelion whistle hung around her neck as she frowned and flapped her wings, avoiding the crisscrossing thorns overhead.

The small bag contained the black stones and dew that Daisy had prepared, as well as berries and herbs she had collected along the way.

Ella and Finney sat atop the kobold's head, and couldn't help but complain.

"The swamp is just ahead, and that's a dangerous place. We need to confirm our direction first."

Upon hearing this, Lia's fingertips instinctively reached for the shrunken magic mirror in her pocket.

She hesitated for a moment, then carefully took out the magic mirror and held it in her palm.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell onto the mirror, reflecting the tiny figures of the fairies and Bruce's expectant face.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall!" Leah cleared her throat, trying to keep her tone calm.

"We need to know the exact location of the kobold tribe. Can you give us any clues?"

The magic mirror flickered a few times, then a slightly arrogant voice rang out: "A hint? Of course."

"But only sincere praise can earn you the Magic Mirror's gift."

"Poor fairies! You must first praise the great Lord Puse, praise his majesty, praise his wisdom, and praise his dark blue scales as beautiful as the night sky."

"It will take at least... an hour."

Finney instantly bristled, leaping from above Bruce's head and flying through the air: "An hour?! Why has the praise time increased again?"

"You wretched creatures, why don't you just let us sing hymns here until dark!"

Fini's little face was full of disbelief. She angrily poked the edge of the magic mirror, but was jolted back half a step by the faint light that bounced off the mirror.

The fairies and kobolds shouldn't have been missing the kobold tribe for so long.

The reason they haven't reached their destination yet is because they trusted the magic mirror's hints too much.

When the magic mirror was first asked, it required the fairies to praise Poseidon.

Later, because of an insincere compliment, the mirror deliberately pointed in the wrong direction, causing the team to wander around in the forest for more than half a month.

If their requests are not granted, it will inevitably give incorrect prompts, causing them to waste time wandering around the vicinity.

But if she were to look in this mirror and sincerely praise the evil dragon who stole her colorful flowers and always loved to threaten fairies...

Just thinking about an hour made the exhausted Finnie want to lie down on the spot.

The lively fairy understood the bittersweet feeling of her younger sister Mino.

"Sleep, I want to sleep, waah, I want to go home and sleep, I don't want to look for that kobold tribe anymore, I want to go home."

Seeing this, Ella quickly comforted Finnie, who was flapping her wings and almost crying, saying gently in her voice:

"Magic Mirror, you should know that this search for the kobold tribe is also your master's intention."

"He entrusted you to us in the hope that you could help Bruce fulfill his wish."

"He actually cares about Bruce, otherwise he wouldn't have put down his precious Magic Mirror and let us take you on the journey."

She thought that mentioning Pu Se's name would make the arrogant magic mirror behave itself, but she didn't expect the mirror to suddenly light up, its anger breaking through its defenses.

"Impossible! My great master, my favorite and most cherished possession will always be me!!"

"He would keep me by his side, tell me about the scenery he had seen, and wag his dragon tail gently because of a sincere compliment from me."

"This is his affection for me, something that lowly kobold can never have."

Ella sighed and rubbed her forehead.

Bruce the kobold listened calmly to the magic mirror's insults, his head bowed.

Clearly, the magic mirror attributed its departure from Puse to this vying kobold.

This is palace intrigue!

This is a competition for favor!

The Magic Mirror will never give up!

Leah looked at the broken magic mirror, then glanced at Bruce, who was hanging his head and unconsciously picking at the wooden handle of the stone axe.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her agitation, her voice turning colder as she leaned forward and tapped the mirror with her fingertip.

"But you keep saying that Lord Puse loves you the most, so don't you want to go back to his side as soon as possible?"

"The longer we linger here, the later Bruce will find his people, and the later we will be able to bring you back to Lord Puse."

The magic mirror stubbornly replied, "Our great master is still asleep..."

The clever fairy interrupted it, her clear voice filled with surprise: "How could you be so disloyal, not wanting to keep your master company while he sleeps?"

"The journey back to the flower garden will take at least half a month. Are you planning to wait until that guy wakes up before going back?"

The magic mirror shut its mouth, which had been cursing the dog-headed man.

After a long while, the magic mirror made its request again: "Alright then."

It finally gave in.

"If you praise our great master for even a minute, I will mark the location for you, and mark it in more detail."

The fairies began to praise Pusser.

After three months of training by the Magic Mirror, his language skills became outrageously fluent.

As for Bruce the Dog-Headed... the Magic Mirror never allows him to praise Poseidon.

As soon as Bruce opens his mouth, the Magic Mirror will criticize him, saying his voice sounds like a dog barking, it's awful, and his accent is completely unprofessional.

"Whoosh—"

Suddenly, an arrow glowing with a pale green light grazed the top of Bruce's head.

The arrow pierced the oak trunk behind him with a "thud," the white fletching at the end still buzzing and vibrating.

The praise abruptly stopped.

"Who's there?"

Finney and Ella screamed and sprang up from above Bruce's head, their wings flapping rapidly.

Lia instantly put away the magic mirror, clutched the dandelion whistle on her chest, and looked up warily in the direction from which the arrows had come.

From among the dense, golden-brown foliage, a cold, female voice warned, "Who's there? Come out now..."

"Wait!" Leah exclaimed in surprise, and under threat, she pushed aside the bushes.

"We mean no harm. We're just passing through and looking for... a tribe of friends."

The moment I parted the bushes, a series of synchronized gasps came from the other side.

Leah then realized that the arrows came not from one person, but from a team of humans.

They were... seemingly endless, all dressed in travel attire, carrying packs and weapons, clearly on a journey.

At that moment, all the humans stopped what they were doing, their weapons hovering in mid-air, the dim sunlight reflecting a look of astonishment on their faces.

"A demon, a fairy?" a young human swordsman murmured, his longsword clattering to the ground.

He was completely oblivious, staring intently at Finney and Ella flying through the air.

"A living fairy! The legendary fairy who guards the forest!"

At the front of the crowd, Linor, holding a bow and arrow, strode out quickly, her brows furrowed with apology, and bowed slightly to Leah.

"Children of the forest, we apologize for our rash attack just now. Monsters roam the forest, and we have to be on high alert. Please forgive us."

That's right, the geological exploration team from eight years ago returned alive.

Standing before the fairy was none other than Linor of the Long-Eared Clan, who had successfully escaped from the shameless Puse eight years ago.

A very beautiful long-eared woman.

Linor bowed slightly and tugged at the bamboo basket behind her.

The little girl, who had been curled up asleep, was awakened by the slight noise. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and peeked her head out from behind the curtain.

Those round eyes widened instantly when they met Finney and Ella flying in the air.

She reached out her chubby little hand, wanting to touch the pair of transparent, shimmering wings, and exclaimed softly in surprise:

"Mommy Linor, look! It's a flying fairy! Just like in the storybook!"

The little girl's voice was clear and loud, instantly attracting the fairy's attention.

"It's alright." Finnie laughed joyfully, flew to the side of the adorable human cub, and patted her head.

"She's so cute. What's your child's name?"

Linor gently raised her hand to smooth the little girl's wind-blown hair, her eyes filled with tenderness, but her tone carried a hint of melancholy.

"Her name is Amy. She is the child of our team captain and Aria. I am not her real mother."

As she finished speaking, she looked down at Amy in the bamboo basket: "The captain and Arya sacrificed themselves in a battle against the Scarlet Knights, entrusting Amy to me before they passed away..."

Amy blinked, seemingly understanding but not quite, and reached out her little hand to tightly grasp the hem of Linor's clothes.

"Oh! What a sad story."

Fini, embarrassed, changed the subject: "By the way, why are you strange humans here?"

Finney's question was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, but it didn't create the ripples that were expected.

Silence fell over the human group instantly, and the atmosphere that had relaxed due to the appearance of the fairy tightened up again.

The young swordsman gripped the longsword he had just picked up, while the others lowered their heads, fiddling with their weapons or kicking pebbles at their feet; no one dared to speak first.

Linor's expression was visibly sorrowful, which ended with a soft sigh.

"Ah! This problem, it's probably because... Elijah, the kingdom, has fallen?"