“I think we can also cast a small spell on the left and right sides,” the elf in charge of the setup gestured, “just cast a ‘fireworks spell’ around the banner.”

"Oh no, in that case, why don't we cast a 'fireworks spell' on the entire night sky? Perhaps it's because of our beautiful princess..."

The talking elf fell silent.

Nowadays, their neighbor is no longer that kind-hearted, beautiful lady.

Instead...

"Well, I think..."

As the two sides argued, a familiar voice came from behind them.

"Your Majesty." The elf bowed immediately upon seeing Fisheranki approaching.

"This year, we hope our quiet 'neighbors' will visit."

"Arrange everything to the highest standards." Fishernanki looked up at the glaring number 106 and said softly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The elves got busy again.

Because they could finally unleash their full potential, every elf's face was beaming with fighting spirit.

Fisheron sighed softly and whispered to his cousin beside him, "I never thought that one day I would feel that 'time flies'."

"How come the child has grown up so quickly?"

Leongor, who was following behind him, opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Fisheranki's expression changed, his face turned black in an instant, and he squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"The thought that one day my precious daughter will be snatched away by some 'stray dog' that appears out of nowhere..."

The Elf King didn't say what came next, but Leongor inexplicably felt a chill for his future nephew-in-law.

"Is he leaving this year?" Leongor asked cautiously.

Fisher-Nankey nodded slightly.

Leongor's eyes widened. "Only...only a hundred years? No way!"

His face was all scrunched up.

"Only once every few hundred thousand years, through six great eras, does a god-king emerge from this world in the epic history."

"Is that person really okay?"

Fisheren looked calmly at the magnificent castle deep within the 'Forest of Gods'.

"All I know is that if I don't leave now, Arthur Saint Dragon's soul will wither away."

"I also believe in their love."

As the moon set and the sun rose, and the first rays of sunlight touched the earth, cheers erupted from the royal court of Tankar.

Happy 106th birthday, Your Highness!

Happy 106th birthday, Tankar Treasure!

Happy 106th birthday! My dream goddess!

Amidst the celebratory shouts, a voice that was not so 'pleasant to the ear' was heard, causing His Majesty Fischeranki, standing on the royal terrace, to 'snap' his eyes in that direction.

"Papa!"

With a pair of fairy wings on its back, the half-blood elf, who inherited all the advantages of Fisheranki and Alice, pounced out like a small cannonball.

“PAPA, MAMA~!” The noble little princess Tankar hugged her parents.

“Happy birthday, my darling.” Fisheranki’s eyes softened.

Alice fluttered her wings with delight, “Oh! My little darling, you look so beautiful today! Go on, show those young men what you’ve got, and make them swoon!”

The Elf Queen's words successfully turned her husband's face green.

The noble Princess Tankar smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Oh, Mother, I think Father isn't happy to hear that."

Alice immediately turned her head and glared at her. "What? What's your problem?"

The noble yet frustrated Elf King forced out a sentence through his back teeth: "I absolutely agree with that, my dear."

"You'd better be."

"Will Uncle Arthur come?" Deedlit asked, her bright eyes sparkling.

Fisher-Nankey felt an indiscriminate jealousy. "...What? You really want to see that..."

After considering derogatory terms, His Majesty Fisherenaki finally realized that, except for one who had been dumped by his wife, he couldn't bring himself to attack the other party against his conscience.

Finally, he nodded very reluctantly.

Then, his precious daughter jumped down with a bouncy gait.

"Tsk, I've barely seen that 'dead face' a few times, why do I like him so much?"

Alice murmured, "Perhaps, among male parents, Arthur isn't an overbearing 'daughter-obsessed' father?"

Fishernaki reacted like a firecracker that had been punctured in the lungs, "Ha! That's because he didn't!"

"If my sister had left him a daughter, you'd see who's crazier between us!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind the couple.

"I heard it."

Arthur stepped out of the portal, holding a gift box in his hand.

A card was attached to the gift box, with elegant cursive lettering indicating that this thoughtful gift came from that all-knowing devilish butler.

"Ah! It's been so long, Arthur." The flower fairy cautiously peeked her head out from her husband's arms.

Arthur's appearance remained unchanged.

But there was an inexplicable aura about him that made her unable to look at him for long.

Arthur gently placed the gift on a small round table to the side.

Alice: "I'll go call Deedlit! She was so excited to know you were coming today!"

Alice flew away, and Arthur slowly walked towards the terrace.

He stood in the shadows, taking in the lively celebration below at a glance.

Fishernanki raised an eyebrow slightly. "When are you leaving?"

Arthur: "After leaving here..."

Fisher-Nankey slowly exhaled. "Are you confident?"

Arthur glanced at him. "Do I look like a fool who's recklessly courting death?"

Fishernaki waved his hand. "I wish you a safe journey in advance."

Thinking of something, he smiled jokingly.

"The flow of time is different in different planes. 100 years in our world may not be much longer in a higher plane."

"Your sister is exceptionally beautiful. I hope you won't encounter any rivals in love during these hundred years."

Arthur slowly, very slowly turned his head.

"Would you like to say it again?"