When it came to deciding who would accompany Scarlett to Gwarga, the decision turned out to be harder than expected. Most of the people in Dreadhaven had never been to human territories before. They had little understanding of human cleverness or the intricate ways humans interacted with one another. Taking any of them could lead to unnecessary complications.

Except for one individual: Cryptus.

Cryptus, the sweet skeleton with an oddly soothing and cheerful voice, was the most experienced when it came to human interaction. He had spent time among humans in the past and knew how to navigate their unpredictable nature. It was no surprise that Scarlett's first choice was Cryptus.

Just as Scarlett was lost in thought, weighing the decision, she suddenly felt two hands slide over her shoulders and down to her stomach. The unexpected touch startled her, and she quickly turned her head.

"I'm going too," came a confident voice from behind her.

It was Reiza.

Scarlett's eyes met Reiza's tall, imposing figure. She was as striking as ever. When they had first met, Reiza towered over everyone at a staggering height of 245 cm. But after making a pact with Scarlett, she had evolved, and her height had shrunk slightly to a more manageable 190–195 cm. Even with her reduced height, Reiza still stood far taller than most.

Her appearance had also changed. Every strand of her hair was now a vibrant green, matching the neon green hue of her full, luscious lips. Her tanned skin glowed with health, and her seductive figure was perfectly proportioned, every curve in the right place. She had the undeniable charm of a mature woman, and even Scarlett found it hard to resist her allure.

Yumi, who was standing nearby, craned her neck to look up at Reiza. Despite being used to Reiza's height, she still couldn't get over just how tall the woman was. For some reason, Reiza looked even taller today.

Her large, round breasts rested on Scarlett's shoulders like soft cushions, making Scarlett feel both awkward and amused.

"Did your height grow again?" Yumi asked, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Yeah," Reiza replied casually. "I grew taller over the past few months. I'm back to being more than 200 cm now."

Yumi clenched her fists, an envious look flashing across her face. "I wish I could be that tall too!" she thought bitterly, glancing down at her own comparatively petite frame.

Reiza didn't let the conversation drift for too long. She leaned closer, her vibrant green lips curving into a smile. "But don't try to change the subject," she said firmly. "I'm coming too. I want to see human civilization with my own eyes."

Scarlett let out a bitter laugh, trying to mask her unease. "Hahaha... I think you should stay here, Reiza. Human civilization isn't really something you'd find all that interesting. It's just a quick trip—nothing more," she said, her tone light as she attempted to persuade her.

Deep down, Scarlett knew this wasn't just a casual trip. She planned to visit Irish, her human wife. Taking Reiza along would only spell disaster. Things would never remain peaceful if Reiza came face-to-face with Irish.

In a bid to distract her, Scarlett changed the subject. "How about this? Spend some time with Lunatic while I'm away. It seems like you two have some unspoken grudge. I don't want enmity between my people. By the time I return, you should become friends, okay?" she said, her voice firm yet gentle.

Scarlett, of course, knew exactly why there was tension between Reiza and Lunatic. The rivalry was rooted in her. Both of them wanted Scarlett for themselves. While Reiza had the advantage of being her official wife, Lunatic had no such title, which only added to the bitterness.

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Over the last month, Lunatic had tried every trick in the book to catch Scarlett's attention—whether it was wearing a bikini, lingerie, or even a bold bunny costume. Each attempt left Scarlett struggling to maintain her composure.

The memory alone made Scarlett's cheeks flush as her mind wandered into dangerous territory. She shook her head, forcing herself to focus. "It's a good thing she hasn't used her charm magic or that perfect dream technique of hers," Scarlett thought nervously. As the succubus queen, Lunatic's allure was nearly impossible to resist, even without magic. Scarlett knew that if Lunatic ever unleashed her full power, she wouldn't stand a chance. "I have to stay cautious around her," she reminded herself firmly.

But even as Scarlett told herself this, she couldn't help but wonder. Why hadn't Lunatic used her seduction magic? Or her perfect dream ability? Scarlett had no answer, and that uncertainty left her unsettled.

As Scarlett waited for Reiza's response, all these thoughts raced through her mind. Yet in reality, only a second or two had passed.

Reiza snapped Scarlett out of her reverie by flicking her forehead with her fingers. Scarlett winced slightly, rubbing the spot where she'd been hit. Reiza's cheeks were puffed out like a child's, full of jealousy, though her expression made her look more adorable than intimidating.

"I *know* you're going to meet your human wife," Reiza said with a pout, her voice laced with a mix of jealousy and pride. "Fine, just go! It's not like I'm afraid of her stealing you away from me or anything. But don't forget," she added, crossing her arms and looking away with a huff, "I'm the first wife, not her!" Her tsundere nature had taken full control, making her words sharp but her actions undeniably endearing.

Scarlett couldn't help but smile bitterly, her emotions a complicated tangle. She didn't respond immediately, knowing anything she said might make things worse.

"Okay then, go ahead, President. Wait for me! I'll come after putting my clothes on!" Scarlett said with a teasing grin as she waved her hand, watching Yumi leave.

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**Dreadhaven, Training Area**

"Hyaa!"

"Hyaaa!"

The air echoed with the sounds of determined grunts and clashing weapons. In the wide-open training field, rows of human-like monsters were hard at work, practicing their swordsmanship with disciplined precision. Most of them were goblins, their small green figures wielding swords that gleamed under the faint light. They stood in perfect rows, the gaps between them even, showing their commitment to their training.

At the center of it all, a strikingly handsome man with silver hair and two narrow horns walked confidently. His movements were smooth, calculated, and full of charisma. A katana rested sheathed at his waist, its polished surface reflecting the aura of someone who truly mastered the art of the blade.

This man was none other than Li Feng.

"Alright, everyone! Watch closely," Li Feng declared, his voice steady and commanding. "I'm going to demonstrate my sword technique. Pay attention and learn!"

He stepped forward, his boots crunching softly against the dirt, and positioned himself before a large wooden training dummy. It stood tall and sturdy, meant to endure the harshest blows.

Li Feng bent his knees slightly, his stance shifting into perfect form. His fingers gripped the hilt of his katana, and he closed his eyes briefly, exuding focus. The air seemed to still around him as he concentrated, every muscle in his body perfectly aligned.

With a sharp inhale, he shouted, "Three hundred slashes!"

And then—swift as lightning—he moved.

Li Feng barely unsheathed his katana, pulling it out only a fraction before sliding it back in. To the untrained eye, it appeared as though he hadn't even swung his blade.

But the results spoke for themselves.

The wooden puppet trembled for a moment, and then—

*Slash... slash... slash!*

In the blink of an eye, it fell into precisely three hundred pieces, each fragment perfectly cut as if by an invisible force.

The crowd erupted into cheers.

"Wow!"

"Amazing!"

The goblins clapped their small hands, their eyes wide with astonishment. Even the other monsters couldn't hide their awe.

"Sir Li Feng, your technique is incredible!" one of the trainees shouted. "I'm such a huge fan! I hope I can learn that someday!"

Li Feng turned to the crowd with a calm, composed expression, but inside, he basked in the admiration. His lips curled into a faint, proud smile.

The admiration wasn't limited to his skill, either. A group of female trainees had gathered closer, their eyes sparkling with admiration—and something more.

"Sir Li Feng! You're so handsome! Please marry me!" one of them called out, blushing fiercely. "I want to have at least three hundred children with you!"

Another chimed in, raising her hand dramatically, "I can have five hundred children with you! No problem at all!"

"I don't even mind being a concubine!" yet another declared with a dreamy sigh.

Li Feng's face remained composed, but his chest swelled with pride. He closed his eyes briefly, nodding to himself.

"Heh, I've really made a name for myself," he thought, his heart brimming with satisfaction. "Everywhere I go, people admire me. No longer do I need to introduce myself as Xao Feng's brother. My reputation has soared to the nine heavens!"

But just as he was about to indulge further in his proud musings, a voice from the crowd shattered his perfect moment.

"But I heard Lady Scarlett can do over a thousand slashes in one go!" someone exclaimed innocently.

The smile on Li Feng's face froze. A vein visibly popped on his forehead, and his eyebrows twitched with annoyance. He clenched his fists, his pride suddenly feeling like it had been poked by a sharp needle.

"Scarlett again!" he grumbled under his breath, his tone filled with exasperation.

Before Li Feng could say anything, though, his loyal female fans jumped to his defense.

"But didn't Sir Li Feng teach Lady Scarlett how to use a sword? That means Sir Li Feng is actually Lady Scarlett's teacher!" one of them argued passionately, her voice filled with determination.

"Exactly! Without Sir Li Feng, Lady Scarlett wouldn't have reached her level!" another chimed in, nodding firmly.

Li Feng's eyes sparkled as their words filled his ears like sweet music. "That's what I'm talking about!" he thought, his spirits lifting instantly. He couldn't help but smirk slightly, though he kept his outward demeanor humble.