You are all my wings!

Lyon thought to himself that if it were him, after advancing to the next level as a con artist, he might indeed use his life to commit fraud and strengthen various parts of his body into such a miraculous physique.

The demonic species they referenced only began to appear during the Flood Era, so it's normal that they couldn't recognize the aura that their bodies referenced.

In other words, the silver-haired hero they're talking about is very likely themselves.

“What you’re saying now isn’t the point. Let’s talk about the Lord of the Holy Land.”

At this moment, Moripert interjected, looking at Leon:

"You may be able to divine the cause and cause of our grievances with the Lord of the Holy Land, but there is nothing dishonorable about this situation. The reason we do not speak of it is simply because the conflict we had with her at that time was indeed somewhat unusual, and we still cannot fully explain it."

What does "abnormality" mean?

Lyon was curious.

He was indeed curious about what kind of personality Terena would have had during her time as the Queen of the Forbidden Zone.

However, it seems that Castiglione's personality remains largely the same, both now and in the future.

As for Britta and Moripert, we'll have to observe them further.

"You should know that the Lord of the Holy Land perished not long after the beginning of Genesis, right?"

Castiglione interjected, not saying "annihilated," but "perished," which was quite interesting.

"Yes."

Lyon nodded.

"After her fall, the Goddess of Origin gathered tree seeds from beyond the world and planted them at the central point of the sacred land, which is the sacred garden. After an era, our bodies grew and branched into three parts, reaching a height of ten thousand meters. In the later stages of the divine species, she revived once, but did not live for more than tens of thousands of years before falling again because of 'her'. Before her fall, she enlightened the three of us, and thus, we began to have our first memories."

Castiglione explained.

"So that's why the three are called demigods?"

Lyon seemed lost in thought.

"That's right. We are not nature gods born from the world's natural forces. Theoretically, we were born through the hands of two great beings, the Goddess of Origin and the Lord of the Holy Land. However, due to the special nature of the Holy Tree, we received a great deal of protection from the world, making us much stronger than ordinary nature gods."

Castiglione Road.

The lower limit for nature gods is the tenth rank, which was very common during the Genesis era. After the Genesis era, they began to gradually decline and decrease, and are now very rare.

The highest level is the Lord of the Forbidden Zone, and below the Lord of the Forbidden Zone are mostly the three of them, including Britta.

If they had more time to accumulate experience, it would be possible for them to break through to the level of the Lord of the Forbidden Zone. After all, the Sacred Tree has been growing and has been receiving the protection and nurturing of the world. It has even become a paradise on the Protectorate Continent.

"So what you called the anomaly back then..."

"...The anomaly occurred more than 10,000 years ago."

Castiglione said:

“At that time, the Lord of the Holy Land seized the opportunity to revive again. This time, she quietly survived for three thousand years, with meticulous planning, and has recovered to the thirteenth level. Then she quietly came to contact the three of us sisters.”

"Contact and then exposure?"

"Leon asked."

"No, it's just that her personality suddenly changed. Before she enlightened us, she was like a loving mother—gentle, kind, warm, and possessing great wisdom."

Mollypee chimed in:

"When she came to us this time, she became paranoid for some reason, with an extremely strong destructive urge, and even tried to forcibly control us. Coincidentally, Cheng Erheli's symptoms this time were very similar to hers, and we even suspected that there was some connection between them."

"Where's the back?"

"Then comes the story of the silver-haired hero. He appeared before us, rescued us, and fought against the weakened Lord of the Holy Land, ultimately perishing together with him."

So said Mouripe.

“Interesting. You seemed quite emotional when you mentioned the silver-haired hero.”

Lyon replied, "It seems you've hidden many details in your story, even the whole story."

"Believe it or not," Moripert scoffed.

Castiglione then asked, "So, do you have any other opinions regarding Tumoria's death?"

"That's all I can divine. I suggest you strengthen your internal review of the alien gods in the near future, so that the rumors don't really affect me."

Lyon doesn't necessarily have to stay in the Holy Land.

However, the Goddess of Origin had already given a death order, and there was no way for her to leave.

"Very well, thank you for your divination, Lord Lyon."

Britta said:

“Castiga, see Lord Leon off, and while you’re at it, take him to the treasury and get him a tenth-tier secret treasure as payment for this divination.”

Castiglione's eyes lit up: "That's great!"

When she drew surprised glances from the other two, she seemed to realize something and coughed lightly, her expression returning to calm.

……

The treasure trove of the Holy Land is not inside the temple, but in another large tree hollow space within the Holy Tree.

Leon and Castiglione took off side by side, flying out of the temple and into the long, misty clouds surrounding the tree, soaring upwards to the other side.

"Lord Castiglione, speaking of which, since you three elders are incarnations of the Sacred Tree, didn't you notice that there are so many holes in the Sacred Tree?"

Lyon looked down and saw that every hundred meters, the sacred tree had large forked branches forming leaf platforms. The leaves, which were as big as small mountains, were shaped like round moons, and many passages were opened between the veins on them. Many elves flew around the leaves, branches, and even tree holes, as if they were carrying out some orders to build some magical project.

"To be honest, the activities of the elves around the sacred tree are more like cells than ants."

Castiglione followed Leon's gaze and said:

Do you feel pain or discomfort due to cellular activity?

Lyon said knowingly, "Then it seems that your combined strength is probably comparable to the Lord of the Forbidden Zone."

"Almost, but that's only true when added together. Individually, it's only equivalent to the thirteenth rank."

Castiglione said:

"The biggest difference between us and the God of Wisdom is that we are born only able to specialize in one field, while the intelligent beings of wisdom can dabble in multiple fields. In the early stages, they are far inferior to us, and even when they reach the same level, they cannot defeat us due to the difference in the nature of their lives. However, if they are intelligent enough, there will definitely be a God of Wisdom who surpasses us in the future."

Lyon thought to himself that Astalia was probably the most likely intelligent being to surpass the God of Nature in the near future.

"You are quite frank. Such self-disclosure is rarely heard from relatively unfamiliar people."

Do you feel like we're strangers? I, on the other hand, feel like I've actually met you before.

As Castiglione spoke, she couldn't help but gaze intently at Leon:

"Perhaps you really are that silver-haired hero, but..."

She felt that although she had a good impression of the silver-haired hero, it wasn't that good, was it?

Back then, weren't the older and second sisters the ones I liked more among the silver-haired heroes?

Judging from Second Sister's fierce and stern expression just now, she must still be holding a grudge about what happened more than 10,000 years ago, and she's taking it out on Leon.

"Just what?"

"No, it's nothing, forget I said anything."

"It seems that the three of you have had quite a few entanglements with that silver-haired hero."

"No, I'm sure I didn't, don't worry."

"Does this imply that it involves the other two people?"

"Pretty much. The two of them fought each other over the silver-haired hero."

Castiglione chuckled as she spoke:

"Fortunately, I wasn't really interested in these romantic relationships back then."

She found herself enjoying chatting with Leon, though she didn't know why; it was strange.

"That's strange."

"What's strange about it?"

"For an ordinary species like me, ten thousand years is too long, but for you, having lived from the end of the last era to now, it has been more than fourteen million years, right? With such a long period of time, why do you say 'I wasn't interested at the time'? Doesn't that mean that after a mere ten thousand years, you've started to get interested?"

Lyon asked out of curiosity.

"That's true."

Compared to her two older sisters, Castigatti didn't have the airs of a thirteenth-tier nature god. Upon hearing this, she looked thoughtful, her thin cheeks puffing out slightly: "Perhaps it's because I've witnessed the changes in my two older sisters that I've gradually become interested in this kind of thing? Of course, I'm just interested, nothing more."

"I see."

"And I'm not afraid to tell you, we haven't been active all along throughout the entire era; most of the time, we've been dormant."

Castiglione said:

"For us, as long as we slumber, we can increase our vitality, magic power, divine energy, and even our rank. For example, at the beginning of the Eden Era, I was just an ordinary tenth-rank being. It was only because I had an invincible body that I was not afraid of external enemies. But after sleeping for the first ten thousand years, I advanced to the eleventh rank. After sleeping for the first million years, I advanced to the twelfth rank. After sleeping for six million years, I advanced to the thirteenth rank. Note that I am talking about pure slumber time, not counting active time."

Lyon was speechless. It seemed that, in terms of lifespan, these three sisters were probably the longest-lived of all his wives.

"You seem quite willing to share these secrets with me. From what I can tell you, these are things you rarely talk about with outsiders, right?"

"Hey, now that you mention it, it's true."

Castiglione wore a look that was half troubled and half thoughtful, her beautiful face showing a touch of naivety:

“I’ve been thinking about it, and it might be because of the gentle way you look at me. Your gaze isn’t like others’, which shows fear of us, nor is it like the Supreme One looking down on us. It’s just a very friendly and approachable feeling for me. So even though you’re not of high rank, I think you could be my good friend.”

What she didn't say was that your gaze makes me unconsciously want to become captivated by it.

"I can only say that what you're saying doesn't sound like something someone who's lived that long would say."

Lyon laughed.

"What, is there something wrong with what I said?"

Upon hearing this, Castiglione glared at her with some displeasure.

"No, it's precisely because it's not something someone who's lived that long would say that I'm happy."

Leon smiled and met her beautiful eyes that were staring straight at him.

"If you are as mature as an old person your age, then even if your body is still young and beautiful, it's not really wonderful. Because a youthful mindset represents the potential vitality of the soul. If you are senile, there's no point in living a long life, is there?"

Castiglione paused for a moment, then nodded: "You're right."

"Besides that, what makes me even happier is that you don't have much of a defensiveness towards me. This means I have your approval, doesn't it?"

Lyon laughed:

"Although I'm not someone who cares about what others think, I would be extremely happy and joyful if you could approve of me."

To be so loved by one's future wife's past life across such a long period of time is naturally something to be happy about.

"What you're saying, humph, no wonder Astalia is so protective of you."

Castiglione turned her head away, a barely perceptible blush flashing across her cheeks.

[Goddess Castiglione's affection level +2%, current affection level 109%]

"Really? It seems she said a lot of good things about me."

"Yes, Astalia is someone I watched grow up. She has never liked being around others or talking about other people's business, but since she came back this time, she has been praising you in all sorts of ways."

Castiglione said:

"So you should thank her. If it weren't for her influence, we wouldn't have treated you so well."

"Then I must thank you properly."

Before they knew it, the two had arrived at the treasure vault.

This was Lyon's second visit, so he was quite familiar with the place. He selected a powerful earth-elemental god-level secret treasure that was still lacking, and then left.

With all the necessary conditions for becoming a legend prepared, only the final push of magic remained.

On the way back, Castiglione gave him some advice:

"Don't wander around unless you have something to do, or you might attract some spirits who don't know the situation and want to cause you trouble and vent their anger."

"Row."

He answered in this way, but not long after parting ways with Castiglione, trouble struck just before he reached his doorstep.