Dusk had fallen. The strange sun had disappeared behind the mountains. Selene and her companions had reached the northern trade route of the Alorn Valley. It was a path carved into the mountains. Although the ground was relatively flat, the road was bordered by rugged cliffs, with strangely shaped rocks embedded in them, as if they might fall at any moment.

This road, connecting Alorn, the Holy City, and the four provinces in northwestern Lanstier, was clearly well-maintained. Even at dusk, there were still many caravans traveling along it. But the road, carved into the mountains, was incredibly wide. Caravans traveled along it, and some magical beasts lurked within, those lucky enough to escape the army’s purges. They would attack the caravans as they passed, and then the adventurers escorting the caravans would step forward, protecting their clients’ property amidst a flurry of swords and magic…

Didn’t it look cool? As a person from another world, Selene thought this was really cool, perfectly matching her fantasy of another world.

As she was watching this scene, which she’d seen many times in various works of fiction, estimating how much she could help, Richter carefully jumped off the golem.

“Hmm…?” Feeling Richter approach, Selene turned slightly. “What’s up?”

“Master has left,” Richter said, slightly awkwardly. “He said he wanted to check the road… for safety reasons.”

Selene smiled. Her long-term weakness made her look pale, but her delicate features had a certain allure.

“There’s no need to tell me where Mr. Delight has gone. I’m just a passenger.”

But Richter’s reply didn’t come. Selene turned, puzzled, and saw that his face was slightly flushed. This made her a little worried.

“Are you alright… Is the night wind too strong? Have you caught a cold?”

Richter immediately snapped back to reality, dodging Selene’s hand, which was reaching for his forehead. He quickly cast an Iron Will spell on himself.

“I’m fine… well, I have a slight cold,” Richter’s explanation trailed off. He dejectedly sat down on the treant’s head. “Really, don’t worry. And just call me Richter.”

“Ah, okay,” Selene nodded, muttering to herself.

His face is red. He says he’s fine… Maybe it’s some special mage training method from this world? She’d been exposed to the wind for a while, and she was still fine.

She changed the subject.

“So, regarding my identity, Mr. Delight still doesn’t have any clues?”

Richter, who had been casting Iron Will and Cold Thought on himself, looked up. He met Selene’s gaze and thought for a moment, then said apologetically,

“Sorry, my master and I don’t recognize the name ‘Shinten.’… The knight didn’t give much information.”

“It’s okay. I’m not really concerned about my identity,” Selene shook her head, sincerely sighing, “I’m very satisfied with my current life.”

Compared to struggling to survive in the snowy wilderness, this journey was incredibly comfortable. The strange and beautiful scenery of the Divine Construct was slowly unfolding before her. She had trustworthy companions by her side. She was enjoying herself.

Besides that, Selene suddenly remembered something—she still didn’t know what she looked like.

After all, in the previous few days, she had been focused on mere survival. And the thick fog in the snowy wilderness hadn’t provided many opportunities for her to look in a mirror. Thinking about such things wasn’t appropriate. So she had unconsciously ignored this question, until now.

This was important!

She immediately stood up and walked over to Richter. His eyes widened in surprise, even a little frightened. The girl’s warm breath made him instinctively close his eyes, then open them again, meeting Selene’s gaze.

“So… Richter, what do I look like?”

Selene asked seriously. Richter, also a little dazed, replied,

“Uh… You’re very beautiful?”

“Why is that a question?” Selene looked at him dubiously, moving closer. “Tell the truth. I don’t mind.”

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But you look like you care a lot! Richter wanted to yell at her, but he was too nervous—this unusual nervousness had a reason, and it was very simple.

He was ten years old. He had been adopted by his master at the age of six and had lived in his master’s magic tower for four years. The only woman he had seen during that time was the Empress. Although she was kind, this majestic empress wouldn’t bring her face close to his. And there was a large age gap between them, so every meeting was brief. The books he had read during those four years had taught him what a woman was. Some of the storybooks brought in by the apprentices had taught him what a noble lady was. But none of those books had told him what Selene was.

Richter swallowed, summoning an unknown courage.

“You’re truly beautiful!”

He practically yelled. His voice attracted the attention of the surrounding caravans, and a few adventurers glanced over. Seeing the situation, they exchanged glances and smiled.

Faint teasing sounds could be heard.

Richter felt his face burning, but Selene didn’t seem to intend on letting him go. She continued to ask relentlessly,

“Specifically? I know my hair is black. What color are my eyes? What shape are they? Almond-shaped or round? What about my mouth? My face…”

Richter felt that it was a miracle he could still answer Selene’s questions. It was amazing that he hadn’t fainted yet. Perhaps the Iron Will spell he had cast on himself was working…

“Your eyes are light blue, like the sky. I don’t understand eye shapes. They look very… big? Your face…”

A lone adventurer nearby, hearing this awkward exchange, curled his toes. The teams with female members exchanged glances. The women quickly moved to their closest companions and asked menacingly,

“What do I look like? Remember what I said? I’ll kill you if you answer like that kid.”

The cries of male adventurers soon echoed from the trade route.

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Delight, manipulating the wind, quickly reached the cloud layer. Chaotic mana swirled around him, threatening to engulf him, but a thin barrier of light kept them at bay.

This was the chaotic mana layer in the sky of the Divine Construct. All the mana in the world circulated here. Below it was the stable mana layer where life flourished. Above it was the edge of the planet’s atmosphere, constantly resisting various forces from the universe, compressed by the planet’s magical power and magnetic field into a thin, turbulent layer of mana.

Delight stopped at the edge of this planetary order and took out a delicate, complex circular device. After pouring magic into it, he waited patiently.

A few minutes later, a faint female voice came from the device, which was clearly a communication device. The voice carried the authority of someone in a high position.

“Delight, what happened?”

“Your Majesty, I encountered some… unusual circumstances on my way to the Holy City,” Delight chose his words carefully. “I encountered a Regressor, and I made a promise with the elements, or rather, with the fire element.”

After a long pause, the female voice replied,

“How do you always manage to run into these inexplicable situations? Tell me everything.”

Delight then explained in detail, omitting the part about how he had flown too far while chasing wyverns, adding several days to their journey. He explained everything else.

The female voice on the other end seemed to be lost in thought. After a long pause, she gave her instructions,

“You can proceed as planned. I’ll put pressure on Lanstier when the time is right. You don’t need to worry about the Pope. He’s an intelligent man, more so than anyone except me. As for that girl, Selene…” The Empress paused. “The will of the elements only asked you to help her. Theoretically, bringing her back to human society is enough to fulfill your promise. Given her unique talent, bring her back to Mittal if possible, but don’t force it. Mittal’s honor is more valuable than a potential superhuman.”

“Lanstier will deal with the remnants of the True Light. The Divine Glory Church’s Tribunal and the Papal Knights won’t let them go.”

Delight answered affirmatively.

“Also, I have a new mission for you.”

Delight’s expression immediately became serious.

“Your Majesty.”

“After you’ve finished your business, return as quickly as possible, and then go to the Elven Empire,” the Empress's distorted voice came through the air. “The Northern Legion has reported that many elves have left their ancient city, including a Heart of Nature legion. The reason is unknown, but the northern part of the empire needs a superhuman to maintain order.”

Mittal’s northern neighbor was the Tophis Kingdom, followed by the Elven nations. But Delight and the Empress didn’t seem to care about this ancient, mysterious nation, which, theoretically, was at war with Mittal. No one seemed to find this strange.

The brief communication ended.

Delight stroked the glowing sphere in his hand. He had a headache.

“At this crucial moment, the elves are causing trouble? Aren’t those pointy-eared people usually shut-ins?”

He couldn’t figure out the answer, no matter how hard he thought about it, so he could only sigh about the people down below, then quickly located Selene and Richter on the trade route. He landed precisely on the obedient beast.

The two of them didn’t seem to have changed, and were now chatting together, but Delight could feel the gazes of the surrounding caravans on them. There was no malice in their eyes, but a strange mix of resentment and amusement, which puzzled him.

What had happened in the short time he was gone? The summoned creatures weren’t that unusual. He’d only left a golem and a treant to save on magic. Though high-level summoned creatures were rare, the merchants traveled all over. They’d seen everything.

With doubts in his heart, he looked at Selene. The black-haired, blue-eyed girl didn’t seem to have changed, but she was clearly more energetic than when she’d first woken up. That was normal.

Then he looked at his student. But before he could get a clear look, Richter lunged forward.

“Master, save me!”