You are all my wings!

He was clearly warned by 'her'.

He quickly dismissed the thought.

……

a few days later.

The sun was shining brightly in the early morning.

A gentle breeze wafted through the leaves of the temple, causing strands of silvery-white hair to flutter across a delicate, fair face.

Odette suddenly opened her eyes when she heard Serkassüe chattering and complaining about Leon's frequent nights spent sneaking out to see Astalia.

At the same time, Serkashuki sensed an extremely eerie and cold aura flowing over her and immediately shut her mouth.

She turned to look at the little girl, Audrey, with some surprise and asked, "You little brat, why do you look at me like an evil god?"

Audrey stood in the corner of the bed, her youthful and exquisite face seemingly stunned, the strange light in her eyes slowly fading.

After a long while, she slowly asked, "Where is Brother Leon?"

"Him? He must have gone to play bed games with Astalia."

Serkashuji pursed her lips, secretly relieved. It seemed she had misjudged the situation; she had almost been frightened by this little girl.

What's wrong with you?

"I think I dreamt of a powerful woman whose entire body was enveloped in pitch-black flames, and she was looking for me."

"Pitch-black flames?"

Serkashuki's heart stirred slightly: "Besides being pitch black, what other features does this woman have?"

"She looks a lot like me."

Audrey said.

"Looks a lot like you?"

Serkashuki's heart tightened. Could it be that the Goddess of Cold Prison had come knocking on her door?

How could the Goddess of Cold Prison be enveloped in pitch-black flames?

As far as she knew, the pitch-black flames that involved such high-ranking figures were generally the Purgatory Death Wheel Fire, symbolizing the cycle of life and death, or the Styx Void Sinking Fire, both of which were accompanying anomalies of the Lord of the Forbidden Zone.

"So what did she say?"

"She told me to leave the Holy Land as soon as possible, otherwise I would soon face annihilation and even kill the people around me."

Audrey spoke with some doubt.

After two months of getting to know each other, the two appeared to have stopped arguing on the surface, but they were secretly competing with each other, which made them much more harmonious than before.

At this moment, the two women were communicating—

With a loud thud, followed by the sound of metal striking the ground, cries of alarm came from outside the temple from the elven guards.

Serkashuki's eyes flickered, and she quietly shrank down to the window crack to observe.

What's happening outside?

"You might not believe it, but Tumoria is dead."

"Tumoria is dead?"

Audrey felt a slight tremor in her heart.

Tumoria will be the second saintess in the future, and in this era she is also Astalia's confidante. For the past two months, she has been teaching Odette elemental magic.

"How did you die?"

"I'm not sure. It seems like he suddenly died on his way to teach you, which is completely impossible for a demigod. It's more like he encountered some kind of irresistible curse magic, and the caster was very strong."

Serkashuki shook her head. She had seen death all too often and wasn't particularly surprised.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door. Serkashuki immediately activated her Shadowless ability to hide herself, while Odette went to open the door.

When the door opened, what appeared before Audrey was the slender, brown-haired elven goddess, Jiajiali.

A suppressed grief and indignation lingered beneath her calm brow. Seeing it was Audrey, she forced a smile and spoke softly:

"Little Audrey, where is Lord Lyon?"

In the span of two months, first her two older sisters suddenly disappeared, and then a demigod under Astalia's command died suddenly, suspected of being cursed. Naturally, she was not at peace.

This peaceful life was also related to Leon's arrival. She even secretly suspected Leon and had been secretly following him for the past few days.

"he……"

Odette paused for a moment, recalling Serkass's words about "playing bed games with Astalia," and then said, "I don't know."

Jiajia Li frowned: "If he comes back, let him go to the main hall. The Grand Elder has something important to discuss with him."

Audrey asked, "Is it related to the mentor's death?"

Jiajiali glanced at Audrey in surprise, but didn't ask. Instead, she said, "Just remember to remind him."

She turned and left.

……

Tumoria's death cast an eerie atmosphere over the peaceful Holy Land.

Despite the warm sunshine and gentle breeze, a gloomy cloud hung over the face of every little elf.

The idea of ​​the impending doom is usually only circulated among demigods and above, but with the death of Tumoria, more and more ordinary elves are realizing that the world is in a precarious situation.

'It seems the elves all sense impending doom, and many are considering leaving temporarily. But why is 'she' telling me not to leave the Holy Land?'

In the temple's wide, emerald-green corridor, Lyon, dressed in a black robe, strode towards the innermost part of the temple.

This black robe was hand-sewn for him by Astalia over the past two months. The remaining aura of the annihilated abomination solidified into woven threads, which were then sewn together with light magic, giving the matte black robe a mystical feel and excellent shadow-based protective properties.

It can already be considered a divine-level treasure, and it suits Leon's physique perfectly.

Astalia was a perfect wife.

She was clearly capable of overwhelming Lyon, yet she always treated him with gentleness and indulged him in every way.

As Lyon reached the depths of the passageway, he was about to knock on the wide, brown wooden door when it creaked open automatically.

"Enter."

An elegant and calm voice came from inside the door.

The voice was so familiar that Lyon couldn't help but feel a slight stirring in his heart; it was Britta's voice.

Stepping inside, I saw three extremely familiar, graceful figures, each seated regally on a high platform in the main hall, their faces bathed in divine light.

Three pairs of slender calves, each overlapping and extending from the hem of the sacrificial robe, reveal three stunning white streaks of ankle between the high-top shoes and the hem of the robe.

Looking up, I saw three elegant goddesses examining themselves.

They all had very similar features, with narrow eyes, delicate features, dark hair and deep eyes, and all wore bright red robes with gold trim, which concealed their graceful figures.

She was slender and curvaceous, with an elegant demeanor.

She was plump and had an expression that was neither sad nor happy.

One of them was slender with exceptionally fair skin and a relatively lively demeanor.

These were the three elders of the Holy Land: Britta, Moripe, and Castiglione.

Leon sighed with emotion, having finally met his wives from his past life after three months in the Holy Land.

However, they were all nature gods of their time. Although they were not the lords of forbidden zones, they were the world's highest species, or even the strongest species—the incarnations of the Sacred Tree. They should all have the strength of the thirteenth rank, the pillars of the Sacred Land.

Moreover, it is said that their superior mindset is stronger and harder to break, and it is unknown whether the future favorability will have a reverse effect on them, given their high level.

Previously, Keketi's favorability rating increased rapidly, but it seemed to only slowly interfere with Aurahande's favorability rating and did not directly affect them.

But it's hard to say, because they are themselves now, it's just that a long time has passed.

For example, Jiajia and Li's favorability can be synchronized, which means that they should also be synchronized when their favorability changes.

In a flash of thought, Lyon bowed to the three women: "Greetings, Elders. May I ask what brings you here?"

Castiglione said, "I think you've heard that Tumoria, the demigod protector under Astalia, has passed away for some reason."

"Yes, unfortunately, she was a beautiful elf."

He heard the news half a day after Tumoria's death.

My impression of her is mainly from the future Church era. As for now, although she often teaches Odette magic, we basically only have nodding acquaintances because I often sneak off to Astalia's temple.

In my memory, Tumoria is similar in this era and the future. Although she is beautiful, she has a rather androgynous appearance and a tough style.

It's unclear whether her death was an accident or destiny, or whether she will be successfully reincarnated in the future, since she was only a demigod when she died in this era.

Do you have any thoughts?

Castiglione's expression was subtle.

"What are my thoughts?"

Lyon was surprised.

“Although the Holy Land is an open place, the center of the Holy Tree is not. As you can see, it is very closed off. There are seven major elemental factions here, and you are the only outsider. In just half a day, rumors have spread that Tumoria’s death is related to you.”

Mouripe chimed in from the side.

So you're doubting me?

"Leon asked."

"No, we just want to hear your opinion."

"Breita said calmly."

"Is that so? I think the situation is more complex than just listening to my opinion."

Lyon knew that the three elders usually didn't get involved in anything, only presiding over annual or decadal meetings such as the Prophecy Meeting and the Sacred Tree Festival, and rarely showed up. So the fact that all three of them suddenly appeared to see him this time was definitely not just to hear his opinion.

However, he wasn't afraid. Astalia was practicing magic in a nearby temple, and if anything went wrong, she would definitely step in.

Moreover, these three women in front of him are all his future wives. He has slept with two of them, and although he has only slept with Britta, she has the highest favorability rating among the three.

I suppose that as long as I activate the character panel and synchronize the future favorability records, it shouldn't be detrimental to me.

Mouripe said calmly, "You are a distinguished guest, and we will certainly listen to your thoughts. However, apart from the rumors, the three of us have received a kind of premonition about the future and discovered that the recent changes in the Holy Land are closely related to you. But don't worry, since you have already obtained the Origin Seal, it means that we are on the same side, but we still have some doubts."

Because of the Origin Seal, is it one side?

Lyon's eyes flickered slightly. Was Morilipe still a staunch supporter of the Goddess of Origin in this era?

Judging from the fact that all three of them will become core saintesses of the Astalia Cult in the future, they will break with the Goddess of Origin at some point in the future.

At this point, Castiglita added, "Actually, I'm also very curious whether Cheng Erheli ever told you anything in the end."

Lyon noticed that when she said that, both Moripert and Britta glanced at her unexpectedly.

A thought flickered in his mind, and he looked at Castigatti: "Then I need to figure out first, which side are you three currently on?"

Castiglione smiled: "In this situation, stance doesn't matter, does it?"

Her words had already given Leon a hint: they also wanted to rebel, but at this moment they could only stand on the side of the Goddess of Origin.

Lyon said thoughtfully, "I understand. What do you want to ask about Chengerheli?"

Castiglione asked, "I've already asked Astalia about the general situation, but you two had three days alone together before Astalia arrived. What happened during that time? What did she say?"

Lyon said, "Three days seems like a long time, but she only did one thing to me."

"what's up?"

She flirted with me repeatedly.

Lyon said frankly.

Moreover, it's the kind of gameplay where you stop at the last second.

This answer surprised the three women.

"I've never heard of you being a joker," Moripert said, frowning.

"I never like to joke. I have one advantage: what I say is always true, or on the way to being true."

Lyon smiled slightly.