When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 772

Chapter 772: Chapter 155 “Tree Woman” Anastasia Chapter 772: Chapter 155 “Tree Woman” Anastasia anwhile, on the other side, Aiwass and Grey were directly teleported and landed in a deserted wheat field.

After landing, Grey’s first reaction was to check on Aiwass’s condition.

After ensuring that he was indeed unhard, the elf girl half-jokingly said, “Her Majesty Titania’s personality is quite adorable, isn’t it?”

“Indeed,” Aiwass agreed, nodding his head.

Although calling a Celestial Marshal “adorable” seed strange no matter how you looked at it, it suited Titania just right.

“Co with ,” Grey said casually, “we can walk any direction.

Since Her Majesty is willing, we will definitely be able to find Anastasia.”

Is it really that magical?

Thinking this, Aiwass followed Grey as she started walking.

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After walking for a while, Grey, who was a bit bored, fell back two steps to walk alongside Aiwass and struck up a conversation, “Did you know that the current Her Majesty Titania is actually only a little over two hundred years old?

She’s younger than .”

Grey opened with an unexpected revelation.

Aiwass asked with so surprise, “The current…?”

“You didn’t know?

All fairy queens are called Titania, and all fairy kings are called Oberon.

For our lovely good-natured neighbors, they can change their nas at any ti.

But only the na ‘Her Majesty’ remains constant.”

Grey spoke with a hint of nostalgia, “When I was a child learning how to brew Moonlight Wine, I once licked my fingers out of greed.

After I fell asleep, my soul drifted into the Fairy Kingdom.

“At that ti, I happened to et a little girl.

She was a half-elf…

If we were to compare using human ages, she would be about eleven or twelve years old.

I was a little older than her at that ti, so we played for a long ti until my mother caught and took back.

I got scolded a lot when I returned ho that day and never made that mistake again.

“After I truly mastered my inheritance and entered the Fairy Kingdom again using my own strength, I t her again.

“—At that ti, she had beco a fairy and had completely forgotten her na as an elf.

Her hatching bud was a lily, so she wore a pure white dress; at that ti, I didn’t yet have wings, just a bare back.

And because my body would emit a green light when resonating with the Path of Beauty…

I called her Little Lily, and she called Little Leaf.

“Not long after that, I heard that there was a new queen.

So my mother took to pay respects…

That’s when I learned that Little Lily had beco the new Titania.”

As Grey walked through the wheat field with Aiwass, she spoke reminiscently.

Unlike the aloofness and formality outside—after entering the Fairy Kingdom, she beca much more lively.

At this mont, Aiwass’s expression was sowhat odd, “Speaking of which… how old is Anastasia?”

“Eighty-seven.”

Grey answered imdiately.

—Good, she’s even older than Queen Sofia.

Aiwass thought bitterly to himself.

“And you?”

“I’m over two hundred years old.”

“That sounds like you’re younger than The Holy Maiden?”

“Mmm, about that.

I should be a bit younger,” Lady Grey said airily.

That ans she’s younger than both Pure White and Yanis.

Aiwass inquired further, “How old were you when you t Mr.

Maxim?”

“Just over a hundred-and-thirty, I was still a little girl then.”

Lady Grey, with hands behind her back and a smile in her eyes, said, “I know what you’re thinking, Mr.

Aiwass.

Indeed, Maxim was already over three hundred years old at the ti…

To your eyes, he looked like my father.

“But we are different from humans.

We celebrate adulthood at a hundred years, so I was already an adult.

That’s because that is the mont the ‘two-digit’ breaks through to ‘three-digits.’ It signifies the transition from number two, representing ‘innocence,’ to number three, representing ‘responsibility,’ and ‘dedication.’

“At the sa ti, the number ‘one’ in ‘one hundred’ is the holy number of love.

Therefore, starting from a hundred years old, elves are allowed to bear children.

Only after that do they begin to physically develop…

Before then, both males and females tend to look very thin and small.”

So it wasn’t an illusion—Aiwass had always felt that Lady Grey appeared quite young.

Unlike the calm and composed Mage Maxim.

At first, Aiwass thought it was due to Grey’s inheritance, but now it seed she really was very young.

When she gave birth to Anastasia, she must have been less than half the age of Pure White.

It’s no wonder her child is so grown yet she still has the childlike innocence required to use fairy magic.

“So, I just hope Anastasia can live a few more years…”

As she said this, her smile faded significantly, and her voice grew softer, “When she was in her thirties, signs of tree-like transformation began to appear on her body.

Even by human standards, being diagnosed with a terminal illness at thirty is still considered young, right?”

“…Indeed.”

“For us elves, that’s barely the first third of adulthood.

By the ti she was in her fifties, the disease had entered its second phase.

Once it reaches the third phase, she is basically beyond awakening.

“—I just hope she can live to beco an adult.

“I only wish to celebrate her one-hundredth birthday with her— to mark her coming of age.”

Grey’s mood seed sowhat lancholic, “When you see her later, please don’t show any signs of surprise, fear, or pity…

That child is very sensitive.

“There was one thing about which I lied earlier.

You guessed correctly, she indeed used ‘True Illusion’.

That is also an important part of the ‘Moonlight’ series of illusion techniques.

“The reason she used ‘True Illusion’…

is because she feels that she has beco very ugly.

Mr.

Yunus said he encountered an ‘elf girl.’ That ans what he saw certainly wasn’t the real Anastasia…”

Grey’s words abruptly stopped.

Because they had already seen a girl from a distance.

—Or rather, it “might” be a girl.

She wore a light golden dress, long enough to cover her legs.

The hem had been dragging on the ground for so ti, and the edges were worn white and a bit tattered.

She did not possess the graceful, slender figure of a girl, but rather resembled a hunched, withered old person.

Just like a small leafless tree wearing a dress under the moonlight.

She held her hands up high, like a tree with its branches— a layer of withered white bark completely covered the skin of her arms, and her left elbow and right wrist were bent backwards, with branches sprouting from them.

But there were no fairy-like butterflies resting on those raised branches.

She looked sadly at her own hands— her palms were holding a flower.

Clearly, it wasn’t a flower that had grown from her own body, but one brought by a fairy.

She was half-asleep at the mont, basking in the sunlight, quietly dozing off.

“Aya.”

Grace softly called her daughter by her nickna.

The young mother finally radiated a clear sense of tenderness.

It was only then that Aiwass could truly feel…

she was indeed a mother worried about her daughter’s health, not just a naive, carefree girl.

“Mommy!”

Startled by the call, Anastasia flinched.

She wanted to turn her head, but it was very difficult for her.

As she turned, a stiff, creaking noise could be heard.

As her skirt swayed, Aiwass could see that her legs had turned into tree trunks.

Her face was almost completely covered by bark.

Only a palm-sized central area of her face still showed bloodless soft skin, within which her youthful and beautiful features could vaguely be seen.

It was like seeing soone being petrified, starting from the extremities and gradually spreading towards the face…

The petrification had spread to the very end, leaving only that terrified face.

She half looked at space, half at her raised hands.

She gazed at the sky as though trying to break free.

Just lowering her head caused the trunk to emit a terrible creaking sound.

Rather than saying she had transford into a tree, it was more like a girl was trapped within a twisted, horrific tree—

And the mont she saw Aiwass, she got scared again.

In an instant, Aiwass saw the “tree woman” beco hazy and indistinct.

The next mont, a little girl dressed in a light golden dress ca running over in a fluster, “Mommy!

Why did you…

bring a friend over without telling in advance…”

She looked at least eighty percent similar to Grace, like Grace’s younger sister.

Aiwass moved closer in surprise, only to find that she had warmth and the scent of the hair between the fingers.

Everything felt just like reality.