The Burning Legion's relentless advance left Rachel dealing with nurous crises and opponents.
Her unique bloodline proved especially effective against the Burning Legion, making her indispensable in the fight.
"These two lovebirds relax here while we're out there fighting battles.
They really treat us like workhorses," Rachel quipped, stretching her body, inadvertently drawing attention to her exaggerated proportions.
Even Madelyn, a fellow woman, found herself montarily stunned, her throat dry as she gazed at Rachel.
The combination of Rachel's seductive figure and her restrained, enigmatic deanor made her an irresistible sight.
"Rachel, you're getting more gorgeous by the day!" Madelyn said admiringly.
Rachel glanced at her and rolled her eyes. "I appreciate the complint, but the way you're ogling like a lovesick puppy is not exactly flattering."
Undeterred, Madelyn leaned closer to Rachel and whispered conspiratorially, "Rachel, you're the progenitor of succubi. Who could possibly resist your allure? Surely there's no harm in admiring you a bit?"
"And besides," she added with a sly grin, "soone with such a rare constitution shouldn't let just anyone benefit from it."
Rachel blinked, montarily puzzled. "What are you getting at?"
Madelyn scanned the surroundings to ensure privacy, then whispered in Rachel's ear, "I know all about your unique nature. You've been careful to protect yourself, but... has Owen made his move yet?"
What?!
Rachel's expression froze, her flawless face quickly turning a deep shade of red.
As a progenitor of succubi, Rachel's bloodline was exceptionally pure.
Through her breakthroughs in the Tree of World and the Fla of Desire, she had refined her bloodline to its utmost potential, surpassing her limits.
Her body contained potent mana and the purest soul essence.
Anyone who engaged with her intimately would experience unparalleled benefits,
particularly the first to share such a connection.
That individual's bloodline, soul, and power would undergo an unimaginable transformation.
The transformation would elevate their body, soul, and magic to near-immortality, to the point where even The Celestial would struggle to destroy them.
This was precisely why Rachel had trained so diligently in the pocket dinsion, striving to reach celestial god-tier to help Owen.
But this was a deeply personal aspiration, one she had never voiced aloud.
Now, confronted by Madelyn's teasing, Rachel was flustered.
"Don't say nonsense like that! Owen and I are just friends!" Rachel protested weakly.
Madelyn chuckled. "There's no one else here, Rachel. Why keep hiding it?"
Rachel playfully flicked Madelyn on the forehead. "And what about you? Your feelings for Owen are hardly a secret. Has he ever ntioned wanting to 'accept' you?"
Madelyn feigned innocence, batting her lashes. "Rachel, I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm his sister. Anything beyond that would be... unthinkable."
Rachel snorted. "Funny. I recall a certain soone saying she wanted to stay by Owen's side forever. Is that sothing a sister should say?"
Madelyn's cheeks flushed bright red. "You're twisting my words! That's not what I ant!" Their banter escalated into playful wrestling, laughter echoing across the pocket dinsion. Hearing the commotion, Seraphina rushed over, her curiosity piqued. Seeing the two tumbling on the ground, she asked, "What's going on? Isn't it good that you're back? Why are you fighting?"
Both Rachel and Madelyn imdiately stopped their tussle, turning to Seraphina. In unison, they said, "Grown-up matters, kiddo. Stay out of it!"
"Ugh!" Seraphina huffed, pouting. "I'm not a kid anymore! Once Little Leslie is born, I'll be her big sister!"
Little Leslie?
Rachel and Madelyn's eyes widened at the revelation.
"We didn't know about this!"
Before they could ask more, a spatial fluctuation rippled through the air.
Monts later, the Dragon Princess, the bone dragon princess Audrey, and Diana, who shared a close bond with Leslie, arrived in the pocket dinsion.
With their arrival, the once-quiet space ca alive, filled with chatter and laughter.
Anticipating this gathering, Charlotte promptly led a group of attendants to prepare a warm welco.
In the grand hall of the pocket dinsion, Leslie sat observing the lively group with a faint smile. However, as the conversation inevitably shifted to Owen, her expression cooled
slightly.
"They're all talking about Owen. Could it be... they all like him?"
Ysera, seated nearby, chuckled. "Oh, I'd say it's more than likely."
"You've got a lot of competition, Leslie."
"But don't worry," Ysera added with a playful grin. "You can rest assured-I don't like
Owen."
Leslie raised an eyebrow. "If not Owen, then who?"
Ysera's face softened with a sweet smile. Feeling the weight of Leslie's penetrating gaze, she hesitated briefly before speaking.
"There aren't many people I admire. But, Leslie... you're the only one."
Leslie, though sowhat prepared for this answer, was still surprised by Ysera's boldness. Narrowing her eyes, she murmured, "Interesting."
Ysera glanced nervously at Leslie, relieved to see no overt hostility in her response.
She thought back to their earlier interactions when Leslie's approach had left her conflicted.
At the ti, Ysera found Leslie's actions impulsive and even insane.
Now, she realized the insanity might have been her own.
Being around Leslie brought Ysera an inexplicable sense of joy and peace. For the first ti,
she felt safe enough to let down her guard and simply be herself.
Yet, Ysera also knew that in Leslie's heart, there was room for only one person: Owen.
The thought brought a faint bitterness to her smile.
Leslie, noticing Ysera's montary vulnerability, smiled softly. "You're remarkable, Ysera.
Thank you for your kind words."
Ysera stared at Leslie, stunned. It was the first ti Leslie had ever complinted her.
Her heart swelled with an unfamiliar warmth, and a radiant smile spread across her face. For a mont, she felt like a child basking in the approval of soone she deeply admired.
She had earned Leslie's acknowledgnt.
As Ysera processed her emotions, the others-done with their playful scuffle-entered the
hall.
Rachel and Madelyn approached Leslie, their gazes drawn to her slightly rounded belly.
"Leslie, is it true? You're having a girl?"
"How far along are you? When's she due?"
Seeing their genuine excitent, Leslie's icy deanor softened. "Two months. Owen's
already calling her Little Leslie."
The group lit up with joy.
"Little Leslie? She's sure to be as incredible as you!"
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