Mystery: She came from the Chaos Sea.

Chapter 10 No one can stop me from clinging to someone's coattails!

Helmayne wanted to curse, but she only cursed in her mind.

Ulorus, whose eyes were blindfolded with a pure black cloth by Helmaene, now showed a look of shock and anger.

This often dim-witted little guy clearly wanted to reprimand the rude woman!

Hermaine reacted quickly and pressed down on Ulrolius's head.

Even with his head pressed against his own chest, he could still vaguely hear Urolius muttering words like "honor" and "stain."

Helmani chuckled at Lady "Misfortune," "Lady 'Misfortune,' what a lovely day. You're back a bit early?"

The "Misfortune" lady said thoughtfully, "I suddenly had a urge to come back sooner...it seems to be related to this human cub. Did he come to rescue you? He actually had the ability to get here..."

Still being held down, Urolius muttered, "Luck is on my side."

"Oh? I smell an elf." Lady "Misfortune" glanced at it, a slight smile playing on her lips. "An elven half-blood mingling among human tribes."

"An elven hybrid?"

Does Ouroboros have elven blood?

Helmaene was so surprised that she couldn't help but mutter to herself. Because of her surprise, she loosened her grip a little, causing Urolius, who had been pinned down by her, to suddenly raise his head!

The black cloth loosened and fell away under the force of the struggle, revealing Urolius's handsome eyes.

Those eyes stared directly at the "Goddess of Misfortune" sitting in the wicker chair!

"No!"

The highly inspired Urolius now looked directly at a powerful follower of the gods!

This caused Helmaenie to cry out in terror!

But the "misfortune" lady's residence was quiet.

There was no scene of Ouroboros going out of control and mutating as Hermaene had envisioned.

Hermaene's scream made Ullolius turn his head and look at her in confusion.

Hermaine's cry also stopped abruptly. She paused, staring at Urolius.

Only Lady "Misfortune" calmly sat down in the comfortable wicker chair. This chair was made by His own hand and was very much to His liking.

Helmaene looked Urolius over carefully, seeing nothing wrong, and breathed a sigh of relief, asking in surprise, "Is he alright?"

"I concealed what he shouldn't have seen." Leaning back in her wicker chair, Lady "Misfortune" answered Helmey's doubts with her calm words.

Oh, I see...

It was Lady "Misfortune" who helped Urelius...

As expected, Lady "Misfortune" proved to be as reliable as ever...

Completely relieved, Hermaine now had the mind to investigate Ulorus's recent lapse in composure: "Ulorus, do you know how dangerous your actions were? Have you forgotten the dangers of your heightened sensitivity?"

"But I am not an elf half-blood, I am human," Ulorus stubbornly emphasized.

Seeing Ulorus's unusual attitude, Helmaenie naturally had a clear answer in her mind whether the child had elven blood or not.

Although puzzled by Ulorus's choice to conceal his noble elven bloodline and identify as human, Helmaenie respected his decision after years of working together on extraordinary materials and facing life-or-death situations.

"Calm down, Urolius. Although you are young, don't forget that you are already one of the tribe's chosen leaders. Our elders have warned us more than once that as a leader, you must remain calm in the face of adversity."

Only a minority of humans dare to test drugs on themselves, and even fewer are lucky enough to survive the drug trials and become extraordinary individuals. Therefore, both Hermaine and Urolius were leaders and protectors of their tribes.

Hermaine's words calmed Ulorus, who was in a state of agitation.

The "misfortune" lady, reclining in her wicker chair, glanced at Helmani and said thoughtfully, "Don't you really care about your bloodline?"

Hermaine patted Urolius on the head, who awkwardly lowered his head to avoid her touch. She then spoke frankly to the Lady of Misfortune:

"It's not that I don't care at all, but Ouroboros considers him human, and the people in the tribe accept him... so isn't that all good? Why worry about it?"

Hearing Helmaene say this, Ulorus silently lowered his head, but no longer avoided Helmaene's warm hand patting his head.

"However... I'm actually a little curious, is it really possible for someone to abandon their elf identity and come to live a hard life with us humans?" Helmaenie added, ruffling Ulorus's silver hair as she revealed her true nature.

Upon hearing this, Lady "Misfortune" glanced sideways at Helmaenie, then shook her head slightly, seemingly helpless.

Ulorus, who was somewhat moved, chuckled bitterly in a low voice, "Sister Helmaene, your words are unnecessary..."

When Ulorus said this, he found that Ulorus was now quite calm.

Surprisingly, there was no significant fluctuation due to topics such as ethnicity and bloodline.

Ouroles paused for a moment, then spoke up:

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"My human mother gave me all her love, while my father's spirit only left me with terrible memories. So I only acknowledge myself as human."

"Isn't your ability hereditary?" Lady "Misfortune" suddenly asked.

"What inheritance?" Urolius asked, frowning. Coming from a human tribe, he had no idea that extraordinary traits could be propagated through reproduction and result in excessive traits.

Because humans are too weak, so weak that in all the reproduction so far, no baby has ever been born with extraordinary abilities.

Hermaine spoke up from the side, "When Ouroboros first came to the tribe, he didn't have any extraordinary abilities. He grew to where he is today by following us on adventures and testing medicines."

Upon hearing this, the "misfortune" lady surprisingly uttered a word of praise: "A hymn to courage..."

Hermaine found the wording and grammar odd, but she didn't dwell on it. She simply asked Lady "Misfortune," "Lady 'Misfortune,' Ouro must have wandered here while searching for me... Could you please escort Ouro away from here?"

Lady "Misfortune" shook her head regretfully and said, "If I could, I would have sent you out long ago. I cannot leave the territory without the 'King's' permission."

"Is there some kind of oath or contract involved?" Hermaine asked.

Lady "Misfortune" explained gently, "It's not a vow, but a request for protection... The 'King' may be mad, but he won't easily lay a hand on us subordinate gods. But without the 'King's' protection, we subordinate gods would only be prey for other gods."

Although the Lady of Misfortune spoke sadly, Helmeyne did not detect any fear in her tone.

On the contrary, it possesses a steadfast and calm power.

It's a mentality of not wanting to be prey even when in a disadvantaged position.

So... how did a beautiful, strong, and ruthless woman like "Misfortune" fall at the hands of Touya or the Goddess of Night?

For the first time, Helmaenie began to doubt her previous predictions about the future...

Who knows, maybe "Misfortune" is just using a different identity to continue her activities in later eras?

Consider the second sequence of the Dark Path still alive in the Fifth Age... namely, the unseen Pope of the Church of the Night, Ariana, the leader of the Ascetics, and the Mother of Heaven, who was made into a vessel for the Advent...

Putting aside that foolish third woman, who knows, maybe one of the first two is actually a disguised form of the "Misfortune Lady"...

(End of this chapter)