You are all my wings!

“It’s different. Bell is different. His destiny is already set. The sacred tree has given a clear prophecy. He is destined to be nothingness. Do you understand?”

"Is destiny predetermined? Or is it destined to be nothingness?"

Herwiz was taken aback.

“I misspoke. Never mind. Come back with me. It’s time to teach you legendary-level magic.”

Bernius grabbed Helvie's arm, about to teleport away.

"No! This doesn't sound right!"

Herwiz's azure eyes were slightly red, her expression resolute: "Father, if you don't explain yourself clearly, I will find a chance to take Bell away from the Holy Land forever, do you believe me?"

Chapter 445 Hamra: I'm running away from home, do you want to come with me?

Did Herwiz have been planning to elope with me all along?

Lyon's heart skipped a beat.

Based on her future personality trajectory, this is indeed a possibility.

Upon hearing this from afar, Bornius's expression darkened:

"Where do you think you, a weakling who hasn't even reached the sixth rank, can take him?"

"If you tell me, I won't run away!"

Herwiz stiffened her neck.

"All I can tell you is that if you want what's best for him, don't be willful."

"What do you mean by 'for his own good'? Isn't being with him good enough?"

"Yes! If you want to know the answer, you need at least demigod-level strength, at least to be at my level, to be qualified to know, understand?"

Bernthius's voice softened slightly.

"Will I know once I advance to the demigod level?"

Herwiz was taken aback; she hadn't even noticed the second half of Bornsius's statement: that demigod level was the threshold for knowing.

"Yes, this is the bare minimum requirement. If you don't listen, I'll have no choice but to take Bell to the sacred tree where he's enshrined, so you'll never see him again in your life."

Bornius said with a serious expression.

Helvie fell into thought. She regretted that she shouldn't have said she wanted to take Bell away from the Holy Land. Now her path was blocked in advance.

"So, are you willing to come back with me to learn magic?"

Borntheus asked.

Herwiz could only nod.

Bernius grabbed Helvie's arm and teleported away.

After leaving, he left Lyon with a message:

"Go home early after you've had enough fun outside, don't let your mother worry."

Lyon gazed in the direction Bernthius had left, his expression subtle.

The prophecy of the sacred tree, a predetermined destiny, and a person of nothingness.

Could it be that the sacred tree has determined that it does not originally belong to this time and space, but is a void being forcibly inserted?

How exactly do we turn this situation around and save our lives?

Continue to grow stronger until future difficulties arise, and then overcome them?

Or is it that this hurdle needs to be overcome—fate?

After all, according to what is suspected to be the will of the Origin Goddess, facing her directly will continuously increase the difficulty, until life and death, destiny, and time and space are overturned.

Lyon fell into deep thought.

In any case, let's get stronger first, and then investigate slowly.

In this time and space, he actually still has a mode that he can activate, which is the mental mode he obtained from Herwiz.

By spending three hours a day on it, and with his undiminished mental strength and still high-level magical knowledge, he has quietly mastered the main fire magic from the beginner to the seventh level over the past ten years, thanks to the books in his home and his focus on fire elemental magic.

However, only the beginner-level fire elemental skill was perfected.

Those at the intermediate level and above only reached 99% before getting stuck, unable to make any further progress. This is clearly because they haven't accumulated enough buffs from the various modes to achieve a qualitative change.

Currently, the magic I'm most proficient in, excluding those that are sealed, is the fire-based Cataclysmic Fireball, which is the mainstream magic of the Elven Holy Land.

Unfortunately, these spells did not conceal the secrets of fire.

Of course, he had only used his immense mental power to replicate these magical images in advance, but due to his slow physical growth, his magic reserves were still very low, only a mere twenty-odd points.

Therefore, at most, I can only use two intermediate-level spells at the moment, and then I'm done for.

Of course, the biggest reason limiting his growth is that he has not yet been able to trigger the inauguration enlightenment on his own and can only wait for the inauguration ceremony arranged by the Holy Land.

After making some inquiries, he learned that pure-blooded elves were protected by the sacred tree, and the common practice among short-lived species of learning magic to obtain a job was very difficult to achieve.

This is also why Iris, who traveled with Hamra, had to return to the Holy Land to participate in the inauguration ceremony when she reached a certain age.

Herwiz's decision to leave the Holy Land and become a Dark Elf before becoming a Mind Puppet Master was likely also due to the Holy Tree's constraints.

Of course, people here refer to restraint as protection, protecting pure-blooded elves from the influence of various professions, which would prevent them from unleashing their bloodline potential.

According to what Leon had heard and his understanding from his previous life, the higher the rank of an elf, the less the buffs from ordinary professions become. Only professions recognized by the Holy Tree can provide sufficiently powerful buffs, allowing their combat strength to be slightly increased within the Holy Land.

Some exceptionally talented individuals can even see their combat power increase by a significant level within the Holy Land.

Besides magic, he was also secretly practicing combat skills and monster muscle resonance techniques.

This body's combat skills are rather average, and he can only remember the techniques from before the third rank, so his combat skills have only been trained up to the third rank.

On the contrary, the Demon Muscle Resonance Technique, at the third level, is already quite powerful, giving him physical resistance comparable to that of a fourth-level demon.

This is the strength he has accumulated during this extraordinary life.

After meditating for a while, it was getting late, and he was preparing to go back.

Suddenly, a loli elf figure darted out from the depths of the distant forest.

She had long, light blue hair, a slender figure, and wore a white midi skirt. She ran towards us barefoot, panting, and looked like a human girl of about twelve or thirteen years old. She was Hamra, whom I hadn't had direct contact with since birth.

Ten years have passed, and she has become even more beautiful and charming, her appearance now bearing a striking resemblance to Iris when Leon first met her.

She's just a bit more youthful than Iris.

When Lyon saw her like this, he had a hallucination, thinking that it was Iris running in front of him.

After all, although Hamra and Iris look alike in the future, their temperaments will still be easily distinguishable due to their age difference and different experiences.

But the Hamra before us is almost identical in temperament to the future Iris.

Innocent, lively, and cheerful.

Hamra continued running until he was about ten meters away from Lyon. Only then, in the dim light of dusk, did he see a young, silver-haired male elf sitting under a branch of the sacred tree. He let out a soft exclamation.

"You are... Helvie's brother, Bell?"

She blinked, seemingly pleased.

Leon was somewhat surprised. He had hardly had any direct contact with her over the years, and he didn't expect her to recognize him even though he had grown up quite a bit.

"It's me. And who are you?"

He pretended not to know Hamra, and in fact, he really shouldn't know her now.

"Long time no see. I even pinched you the day you were born. My name is Hamla, and I'm Herwiz's good friend."

Hamra said with a grin:

"I'm running away from home, do you want to come with me? I'll take you outside to play!"

Leon initially wanted to refuse, but seeing Hamra's expectant eyes, he suddenly had an idea. Since he had a rare opportunity to get to know Hamra, he might as well chat with her a bit more and find out how well she understood the Origin God's Blood.

At this time, she is most vulnerable to having her intelligence extracted.

In the future, she will always selectively conceal various things for various reasons.

"Okay, where are you going?"

Lyon immediately said.

Hamra's bright yellow eyes lit up, and she laughed happily.

[Hamra's favorability +2%, current favorability 64%]

"I don't know, but I just can't let my mother catch me. She's really fierce, and her magic is very powerful!"

Who is your mother?

Leon's eyes flickered. Could Hamra's 'mother' be a pure elemental spirit, an inheritor of the Origin God's bloodline, just like her relationship with Iris?

She appears to be the mother, but is she actually the older sister?

"Her name is Mshiluna, do you know her?"

Ok?

Of course Leon recognized the name. Wasn't this M'shifisu's master, the legendary halfling high priest M'shiruna?

Is it a case of the same name, or just a coincidence?

Or is it that there was no halfling high priest, and that the high priest was a pure-blooded elf in disguise?

However, in the original story, this halfling high priest was indeed veiled, and every day she wore exquisite and elaborate priestly robes that completely concealed her petite body and facial features, with only a pair of unique eyes that were quite similar to M'shifisu's.

With irises as deep red as agate and pupils as green as emeralds, it is very distinctive.

However, if the future halfling high priestess Mshiruna is indeed Hamra's foster mother, then one thing can be explained.

Of all the women Lyon knew, only Hamra and Msifisu were dedicated to fighting against the slave industry and striving for it.

This is mostly due to the influence of M'shiruna.

"do not know."

Lyon said.

"Alright, let's hurry up and go!"

Hamra rushed over, grabbed Leon's hand, scooped him up in his arms, and ran off at breakneck speed.

Lyon felt strange, never expecting to be carried in a princess carry by Hamra.

Hamra, at this age, is noticeably more lively than Iris.

"Speaking of which, why did you run away from home?"

Lyon asked, noting a subtle difference between Hamra and Iris.

That's the thickness of the chest.

At this age, Iris's chest must still be quite thin.

But at this time, although Hamra was still slender and graceful, her chest was already showing some sharpness.

As expected of the inheritor of the [Bearing] Law, his chest was indeed so broad that it put his mind at ease.

"I can't help it. My mother controls me every day and won't let me go out. I don't have many friends. I'm so bored."

Why does she interfere with you and prevent you from going out?

Lyon asked the question knowing the answer already.

"I don't know. She just said that I was born special and that I couldn't leave the Holy Land until I had enough strength. If I left, I would easily be targeted by bad people."

"Bad guy?"

"Yes, those bad people who like to kidnap children."

Hamra nodded, glanced at Leon sideways, and suddenly rubbed her fair chin against Leon's cheek.

"Your face is so white and smooth, I love it! Will you be my husband when you grow up?"

She giggled.