Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The guards stepped forward and began to unlock the latches on the truck that was carrying the Broken Mountain Dragon.

Several guards in standard armor quickly stepped forward.

He skillfully loosened the clips securing the display case and then checked the rune lock on the base once more.

The old curator then turned to the two legendary mages, his tone returning to its usual calm.

"Could you please escort him?"

"Same as always, deliver it to the warehouse entrance of the Tower of the Sky, hand it over, and then come back."

The two legendary mages nodded.

Hughes walked over to the Broken Mountain Dragon's transport vehicle and glanced at the cabinet.

He noticed something unusual before the cabinet door closed.

Looking at the intact countertop and the perfectly sealed opening, I see...

That sense of disharmony has completely disappeared.

It was as if the doubt I had just felt was just an illusion.

He shook his head and didn't think about it anymore.

The transport vehicle made a dull rolling sound as it slowly started and drove toward the open door of the rear chamber.

A huge cabinet.

A long shadow was cast under the magic stone lamp.

It tilted slightly as it passed the threshold, but then returned to a steady position.

Elvia stood to the side, her eyes following the transport vehicle.

Throughout the exhibition of Broken Mountain Dragon.

Her gaze remained fixed on the cabinet of the Broken Mountain Dragon.

Unlike the others who were drawn to Victor's cries.

She kept her eyes fixed on that national treasure.

That's why she noticed Hughes's momentary pause and spoke up in time to interrupt him.

And it was precisely because she had been silently watching over things that they remained within her sight.

It seemed as if the Broken Mountain Dragon hadn't been tampered with at all.

The cabinet doors open, display, and close smoothly and naturally.

The enormous drill bit remained perfectly still in the display case, unchanged.

There was no flickering, no blurring, and no momentary disappearance.

Everything felt so real.

It was as if, from beginning to end, the one placed there was the real Broken Mountain Dragon.

If she hadn't repeatedly confirmed with Lin Gui, she wouldn't have been able to tell that the national treasure had been switched.

At least in this respect, the theft was perfect.

It was so perfect that even she, who knew the truth, was fooled.

Elvia asked in her mind with a smile.

"Were you startled by Dean Hughes's actions just now?"

After a while, Lin Gui's voice came through, carrying a hint of lingering fear.

【yes. 】

[This legendary mage from the Golden Age is still very perceptive.]

Elvia chuckled softly.

"You know which sentence I want to hear."

Lin Gui was silent for a moment, then gave a faint laugh.

[Thank you, Your Majesty the charming Seventh Princess, for saving us from this predicament.]

Elvia smiled with satisfaction and then asked again.

"Are you going to stay here?"

Stay a little longer.

[I'll go back after I've confirmed that the Mountain-Breaking Dragon hasn't been detected as anything amiss and has been put into the warehouse.]

[Then they prepared to leave Thousand Towers]

"it is good."

"I'll be waiting for you at the post office."

She suppressed her smile and turned to walk towards the exit of the back room.

Levy followed silently behind her, her steps light and steady.

The two walked through the empty corridor and out of the museum's main entrance.

The afternoon sun fell on me, bringing a warm and drowsy feeling.

The carriage was already waiting at the door.

Elvia bent down and crawled into the carriage, with Levy following closely behind, gently closing the door behind her.

The wheels rolled over the stone pavement, making a regular rumbling sound.

The carriage was quiet for a while.

Then Elvia remembered something, turned her head, and looked at Levy sitting opposite her.

"Do you know that female mage from the Lux family today?"

Levy's body tensed almost imperceptibly.

She was silent for a moment, then spoke, her voice very soft.

"I used to be... a maid to Miss Mary Lux, the 13th son of the Lux family."

"That lady today is Miss Mary's mother."

Elvia nodded.

She knew that Levy had once been a maid, and Levy's extraordinary abilities suggested that her master's identity was not simple.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Lux, the most powerful of the ten great magic families.

"How was your time there?"

Levy remained silent for a while.

Her gaze fell on her fingers, which were folded over her knees, the tips of which were slightly white.

Then she spoke, her voice steady, yet carrying a deliberately suppressed calmness.

"Well enough."

"only……"

"Miss Mary has a bad temper."

"She likes to pinch people with her fingernails."

"After pinching, a healing technique will be used to heal it, so that no scars will be left."

"Later she discovered that without the healing treatment, the pinch marks would turn blue and purple the next day, and she preferred those colors."

"So she stopped seeking treatment."

Mrs. Lukes never asked how those bluish-purple marks came about.

When Levy spoke, her tone was as calm as if she were describing someone else's story.

Her eyes were not on Elvia.

Instead, he looked at the old marks on his fingers that had faded to almost invisible.

"I stayed there for four years."

"I was later deported because they said I stole the young lady's jewelry."

"But Miss Mary knew that she herself put the jewelry in my trunk."

"After she watched me get beaten up, she smiled and told me that she didn't like the scar on my face, so she wanted to get a different maid."

"And after that... I left Thousand Towers with Lord Morgan."

After Levy finished speaking, the carriage remained quiet for a long time.

Elvia opened her mouth, then closed it again.

She looked at the girl huddled in a black and white maid outfit across from her.

Those crimson eyes remained calmly lowered.

It's like a pool of water that's been frozen for a long time, with no more ripples.

Even though it wasn't her fault, Elvia felt a pang of inexplicable guilt.

She coughed, feeling uncomfortable all over.

Levy didn't look at her; instead, she turned her head and gazed into the distance through the car window.

The spire of the ring tower gleamed with a soft golden light in the afternoon sun, its tip pointing straight to the sky.

Magnificent, solemn, and untouchable.

She gazed at the scenery for a long time before speaking.

The voice was very soft, as if talking to oneself.

"Miss Elvia."

"Why...why are you helping us?"

"Why help a half-demon?"

She finally turned her head and looked directly at Elvia.

She has lived at the very bottom of the Thousand Towers since she can remember.

In the Lukes family's dormitory for a hundred maids.

Every morning when I open my eyes, I can see the outline of the Tower Ring area through that small window.

Those spires soared into the clouds, gleaming with a holy luster in the morning light.

She watched it for over ten years.

For more than a decade, she had known that the tower was beautiful.

But she always knew that beauty had nothing to do with her.

That was prepared for those adults who wore fine clothes, held wine glasses, and chatted and laughed at the exhibition.

Someone like her would be considered offensive even if you just looked up at her.

For a race like theirs, the entire Thousand Towers was nothing but pain, humiliation, and malice from beginning to end.

So she doesn't understand.

Those in high positions can fully enjoy the decadent lifestyle brought about by the Dark Ages.

Why choose to take the risk of confronting the Great Sage and saving her people?

If she didn't recognize Elvia, then she was the one who delivered food to Dalton in Deadwood and tried to call for help after being captured.

There was no report about the half-demon transport team.

The moment she was untied from that prison van, she had already chosen to end her own life.

Even now, she still has doubts about that dreamlike ending.

Elvia remained silent for a long time.

He then said.

"Didn't Sir Hughtley also abandon his identity as a member of the Silver Hand and his noble status in Dawn to lend you a helping hand?"

When the knight was mentioned, Levy showed a rare tenderness.

He was a man who proved chivalry through his actions.

"So, you're a knight just like Brother Hewittley...?"

Elvia gave a wry smile and said finally.

No, I'm not.

"But my man is."