Lin Yiyi had never expected that she, who was usually the one petting others, would one day be held close and petted by soone else.
Although they were still not sure what Bofis’s mother’s na was... it seed that she recognized the identity of "Flowing Light." And she appeared to be quite close to it, at least close enough to hug as soon as they t.
Her technique in touching her own ears was exceptionally skilled, just like petting a cat—first absentmindedly kneading for a while, until the ears turned red, and then she stroked from the base of the ear all the way to the tip.
Lin Yiyi felt her ears itch, and they quivered slightly like animal ears... Before Lin Yiyi herself could marvel at this, they were caught by Atalante once again.
This sensation was unexpectedly comfortable for Lin Yiyi but also felt very unfamiliar.
Because this was not a bodily trait that human ears possessed. If she had to describe it, it was sowhat similar to the feeling of being at ease and drowsy when soaking in a hot spring or during an essential oil SPA.
Jiu’er, standing by Lin Yiyi’s side, watched her beco visibly weaker at an observable speed and was imdiately amazed, earnestly observing from the side.
After seeing Lin Yiyi quickly beco calm and compliant, Atalante finally smiled and helped Lin Yiyi up from her embrace, straightening her slightly disheveled hair and tightening her clothes for her.
"It just so happens that I’m in a good mood today,"
Atalante cheerfully said, "Would you like to go sowhere and have a fight, little Flowing Light? I might be able to teach you sothing new this ti."
At that mont, Lin Yiyi was indeed sowhat tempted.
But she quickly realized—she didn’t possess the swordsmanship of "Flowing Light," and if they really started fighting, with the opponent’s level, she would likely be exposed at a single glance for not being the real Flowing Light.
Lin Yiyi had no way of bluffing through this. And if she vaguely agreed now, and then got exposed later, that would be a deception—and that could be problematic.
So, after a brief hesitation, she spoke out directly.
"I am actually... not Miss ’Flowing Light’ herself."
Lin Yiyi placed her right hand on her chest, gave a slight curtsy, and softly said to Atalante, "Therefore, I cannot battle with you."
Upon hearing this, Jiu’er imdiately widened her eyes and looked at Lin Yiyi in surprise.
...Did she just co right out and say it?
But it seed to be indeed...
This ti, not to ntion the main quest, they hadn’t even triggered the introduction to the story. Even role-playing was inconvenient.
Unless they ran into a naive girl like Bofis, they might be able to fumble through a few sentences. But if they encountered soone like Bofis’s mother, the clever leader of the Atalante Legion... they would probably just have to co clean.
However, Atalante didn’t need them to explain too much.
After hearing Lin Yiyi’s words, she seed lost for a mont.
Then Atalante quickly ca to.
"...Is this a public nightmare?"
Hearing this, Hilda looked at her with a mix of confusion and unease, then turned back to look at Lin Yiyi and the others.
"What is a public nightmare?"
She was unsure and asked.
Of course, she knew what a nightmare was.
But "public nightmare" was sothing that was beyond the understanding of the centaur girl.
"...This is a new concept proposed by Ernest. I also didn’t expect that he would actually succeed," Atalante casually replied, then turned to Lin Yiyi and whispered, "Let’s find a place to talk in detail."
Afterward, she raised her right hand.
Her body, which was not touching the ground but was infinitely close to it, lightly leapt up and soared high into the air.
Even including Hilda, who was watching from the side, the three girls all flew up together with Atalante. They were enveloped in a highly concentrated vortex of wind and flew at high speed toward Atalante’s ho.
The storm effortlessly drew the three of them into the high-altitude eye of the wind, yet the ground and items below remained completely undisturbed by the hurricane. The precision of power control was astonishing.
Lin Yiyi imdiately realized—this was the very sa technique Maria had used when she brought them over!
Moreover, Atalante even seed more proficient than Maria, a thousand years later... No, it’s more accurate to say she was a lot more skilled. Maria needed to specifically run to an open space when using this ability. She also had to lift so of the carrying objects’ curses, her whole being flickering like an LED breathing light.
But Atalante effortlessly flew with them past the speed of sound, with no special reactions whatsoever—not even causing a sonic boom, as the air consciously avoided them.
It’s less "breaking through the air barrier with force, flying at ultra-high speeds" and more like being "sucked through" in a vacuum tube.
It was not the sa concept at all.
Not only were their forms completely hidden, they did not feel any dizziness... Even when breaking the sound barrier, their internal organs felt no pulling sensation.
It was as if their bodies had also transford into a thousand winds. Even visually, their entire bodies had turned semi-transparent.
—This was sothing Maria could not achieve.
It wasn’t a matter of lack of strength, but an entirely different type of ability... as if the thod of training had diverged.
Maria’s understanding of the power of storms was basically just to the extent of "whoosh whoosh whoosh." But an ability that could "elentalize" another’s body was evidently much more refined than Maria’s.
...But this didn’t make sense.
If this was a spell, how could it possibly have weakened over ti?
Over this past millennium, practically all types of spells and rituals had seen significant advancent. Even by the ti of the Wizard’s Civil War, the systematized new spells had already far surpassed the Elves’ understanding during the empire era.
And the Wizard’s Tower had the function of automatically recording a wizard’s insights, turning their experiences into books and preserving them after the wizard belonging to the tower died... without even needing to write it down oneself.
It was nearly impossible for a break in the continuity of knowledge to occur.
At this mont, Lin Yiyi and the others imdiately realized—Annan’s speculation had indeed been correct.
This place truly possessed Maria’s "breakthrough materials"!
It took less than half a minute for them to directly arrive at Atalante’s ho.
While Atalante went to the inner room to change clothes, Lin Yiyi gave Hilda a brief introduction in the living room.
"...An eternal dreamscape constructed by the soul of silver?"
Hilda’s expression suddenly twisted into one of consternation and confusion, "But if you say, this is a nightmare from a thousand years ago... does it not an that I have already died?"
"There is nothing to fear, little Hilda,"
Atalante’s voice sounded from nearby, "Everyone is bound to die eventually."
Looking over, they realized Atalante had taken off the coat she had been wearing previously.
Her previous attire could be described as very strange—or rather, extraordinarily avant-garde.
Atalante had been outside in a white long coat with a stand-up collar, and this coat had nurous, differing and asymtrical geotric patterns on each side, revealing the black sweater she wore underneath.
Just looking at those peculiar shapes could cause one to feel dizzy.
Once Atalante removed her coat, her attire changed to a combination of a black turtleneck sweater and casual long pants, becoming exceedingly modern and full of a holy sense.
Yet this sense of the mundane, combined with Atalante’s long, pointed elf ears, her dazzling silver hair, and her breathtakingly beautiful visage, filled it with an odd sense of the supernatural.
"If I rember correctly..."
Atalante turned to Jiu’er, "This is the technique proposed by little Nafry’s father. It should be called... the specin preservation technique."
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