Elf: Is the bear apprentice the weakest? I'll shatter the sky with my fists.

Zekrom's Poké Ball had somehow rolled to his feet, and the flickering arcs of electricity on its surface illuminated the small patch of shadow beneath the crack in the door.

Snap...

The door lock clicked softly, and the moment Eileen opened the door, the hallway lights poured into the entryway like flowing water.

She and Xin Yong locked eyes, and the air seemed to freeze for a second.

"Nice to meet you."

Eileen reached out her hand, and the patterns of the gilded laurel wreath suddenly began to flow through her hair: "Eileen, the messenger of the Brilliant Crown King."

The elf ears glowed a faint red against the backlight, yet carried an undeniable solemnity.

"At the same time..."

She stepped aside to reveal the living room, her canine teeth peeking out from between her lips. A miniature Crème de la Croix suddenly appeared above her outstretched hand, giving the other person a comical hat-tipping gesture.

"The one who crowns that idiot."

Xin Yong's fingertips paused in the air for a moment before gently landing in Eileen's palm.

"Xinyong."

Her voice was slightly strained, but her eyes were unusually resolute: "There are no titles like 'divine messenger'..."

Xin Yong's gaze passed over Eileen's shoulder, and she said softly, "She's just a troublemaker who grew up with him..."

Eileen suddenly took a half step back and bowed slightly: "Thank you for taking care of him all these years."

In the shadows of the porch, for a brief moment when two hands touched, Zekrom's Poké Ball suddenly sparked, blackening a corner of the photo frame on the wall.

In the photo, ten-year-old Li Chen and Xin Yong are making faces at the camera, with the school gate of Shuidu Elementary School in the background.

"Hey hey hey~"

Li Chen suddenly squeezed out from between the two men, grabbing one of them with each hand: "What kind of diplomatic talks are you having?"

He deliberately broke the tense atmosphere with an exaggerated Kansai accent, and the laurel wreath tilted to one side with the movement.

Eileen stumbled into the entryway, her elf ears brushing against Xin Yong's uniform bow tie; the latter was pulled and staggered, her hair brushing against the undried coffee stains on Li Chen's shirt.

"My family didn't prepare a red carpet."

Li Chen pushed the two of them toward the sofa and caught the mug that fell from the top of the cabinet. "Pour your own juice if you want some."

The serious atmosphere that had been carefully built up shattered instantly.

Xin Yong watched Li Chen frantically searching for the cup and sighed, "This guy is like a park bench now..."

"Anyone can sit here, right?"

Eileen responded tacitly, her elf ears perking up dangerously.

"slander!"

Li Chen protested, holding up the dripping orange juice jug, "I could count them all on one hand!"

Before he could finish speaking, two cold gazes locked onto him simultaneously.

Xin Yong tapped her fingertips on the charred heart-shaped marks on the coffee table, while Eileen shook her collarbone, which bore the hickeys.

unambiguous evidence.

"Oh, right."

Xin Yong gently tapped Eileen's shoulder with her fingertips, her tone unusually solemn: "She must be the last one."

"Just consider it..."

She caught a glimpse of the lingering teeth marks on Li Chen's collarbone and her ears burned: "Just think of it as being considerate of your back."

The gilded laurel wreath suddenly made a crisp "ding" sound, as if witnessing this promise.

Li Chen reached out and pulled the two closer, resting his chin on Xin Yong's head and covering Eileen's elf ears with his palm: "Yes, my Empress."

"Oh, right."

Li Chen looked at Xin Yong and asked, "I'm going to Xiamen Island to see Lin Lin later. Do you want to come with me?"

"Ugh......"

Xin Yong and Li Chen exchanged a glance and let out a soft sigh.

"Do you think everyone's like you, able to skip grades so easily?!"

"Ok."

Li Chen had no choice but to give up.

After thinking about it, he took the two of them out for dinner.

After eating and drinking her fill, Xin Yong had to go home.

.....

.....

I returned home and opened the door.

The smell of disinfectant mixed with the aroma of food wafted over.

Xin Changsheng was tiptoeing as he wiped the display case, which was filled with yellowed photo albums.

The most eye-catching picture is of ten-year-old Li Chen holding a small dragon, with his face covered in cream at Xin Yong's birthday party.

"That kid..."

Without turning his head, Xin's father adjusted the angle of the photo frame. "You went back to Rongcheng today, right?"

The rag left watermarks on the glass, reflecting Xin Yong's suddenly frozen back.

"Ah."

The sound of her bending down to change her shoes was very soft, but it made the motion-activated light in the entryway turn on.

The hissing sound of a pressure cooker came from the kitchen; it was clearly simmering someone's favorite corn and pork rib soup.

Xin Changsheng's rag suddenly stopped on the picture frame.

When he turned around, he saw his daughter clutching the hem of her uniform tightly, her knuckles turning blue.

"What's wrong? Is there too many girls around that kid?"

Xin Changsheng inquired.

"No... I just feel that my strength is too poor... I can't even be recognized by legends..."

The thought of learning from Eileen during the dinner that a girl who had not yet arrived was Lugia's messenger made her feel increasingly uncomfortable.

.......

.......

On a certain island.

Kui Luo stood still, a cold glint in his eyes.

"The Empty Shell Dragon... Is it finally coming?!"

Chapter 539 Eileen's Past

I've been going to bed at 4 a.m. and waking up at 9 a.m. during my recent training week. It's been so tough.

Please forgive me for writing about Eileen's past.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

On the way to Xiamen Island.

The scales of the Zekrom gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen in the clouds. Eileen was held tightly in Li Chen's arms, her back pressed against his chest.

The whistling air blew her blonde hair behind her, mingling with Li Chen's breath.

This intimate distance, for a fleeting moment, brought together memories from a century ago...

Eileen's fingertips gently covered Li Chen's hand around her waist, her elven ears trembling slightly.

As if sensing her emotions, Zekrom let out a deep dragon's roar, the echo piercing through the clouds in response to this embrace that transcends time.

“Li Chen…”

"what happened?"

Would you like to hear... my story?

"it is good."

......

......

1925 years.

Outside London, thick fog, carrying coal dust from the Industrial Revolution, swirls above the Gothic spires.

Eileen, who had just turned eighteen, stood in the center of the square paved with bluestone slabs, her skirt stained with raindrops unique to this spring.

A secret realm was twisting and taking shape behind her.

That was the trace left behind by the first anomaly in human history that tore through space; a crack in the lead-gray sky, flowing with starlight, was torn open.

The townspeople peered out from behind the stained glass, the watch chain and rose rosary trembling and making a soft, tinkling sound.

"The girl from the Istoval family..."

The old pastor's voice was stuck in his throat, and the gilded edges of the Bible in his hand were curling up strangely.

There are unseen force fields that are changing the form of matter.

Eileen's family heirloom gold bracelet suddenly became hot, and the engraved totems on it lit up one by one.

"Child of the Stars..."

When the first snowflake landed on her eyelashes, Eileen heard the clearest cry of her life.

I felt something strange in my ears.

Eileen's fingertips touched the tips of her ears, where an unusual heat was rising.

"Teacher, my ears..."

The words came to an abrupt halt.

The old pastor was already kneeling on the damp stone slab, his forehead pressed against the shadow cast by her skirt.

His withered fingers dug deep into the cracks of the moss, his chanting resonating with the ticking of his pocket watch: "God of Abundance...Lord of the Crown of Lace, have mercy..."

In her excruciating pain, Eileen saw the reflection of her gold bracelet.

The originally rounded earlobes now extended into the slender curves unique to the Elven race, gleaming with a tender green luster like newly sprouted buds in the twilight.

The roses around the square suddenly grew wildly, and the thorns wrapped around her ankles but left no marks.

The moment the elf ears appeared.

The sound of gasping breaths filled the air.

Someone knocked over the holy water bottle; the sharp sound of shattering glass startled a flock of Poppies, the flapping of their wings blending with the commotion of the crowd into a strange rhythm...

"The Ear of Immortality..."

The woman wearing a woolen hat clutched the cross to her chest tightly, yet she couldn't help but stare at the shimmering green light emanating from Eileen's hair.

The blacksmith's apprentice slammed his knee into the anvil, forgetting the pain, and stared blankly at the starlight dripping from the girl's ear, which caused the bellflowers to bloom on the ground.

The phantom of the Crowned King flashed by in the rift of the secret realm.

Everyone who witnessed it instinctively pressed their left chest, which was suddenly throbbing with pain.

"Mogu~"

A nebula-like creature suddenly landed in Eileen's hair. Stardust in its transparent body shimmered with joyful dancing, casting flowing orbs of light onto Eileen's newly grown elven ears.

Eileen carefully cradled the little creature before her eyes, her voice trembling with confusion, a cool, cosmic dust-like sensation spreading through her fingertips: "Little Nebula... what's wrong with me...?"

"Mogu~"