Definitely Not a Witch

A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.

Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...

Chapter 1072 Withering Moon Disease

"Why is the Ice Palace so cold towards our visit? I guess the news has already been passed back there in the past few days."

"I don't know, maybe it's rejection? Or maybe it's fear of trouble?" Irene guessed.

"It's not a good thing to keep dragging it on like this."

In the following days, the delegation tried various methods, such as contacting several other nearby ice elf cities through trade routes, or taking a long detour to the heartland of the ice elves, but they were all stopped by the ice elves.

Just as Antonis said, the Ice Palace refused to receive the envoys and did not want to have any relationship with the forest elves again.

"Hate it." After soft contact didn't work, Atesi was a little angry, but her reason told her not to use violence.

Just when their patience was almost exhausted, different news finally came.

"The eldest son of the Hilaire family has brought people here." Antonis said this to the delegation one day.

"Is he Miss Irene's brother?" asked several elves nearby.

"Yes." After hearing the familiar name, Irene nodded helplessly. It seemed that she would not be able to stay in the diplomatic corps for long.

Three days later, a dusty group of people rode to 'Skarandi'. A stern man in a dark blue windbreaker dismounted. He gripped the hilt of the sword engraved with dark blue and gold patterns at his waist, and then hurried to visit the envoys' residence.

"Erin."

After seeing Irene, the brother's expression changed slightly, but soon returned to its calm state.

"You should go back." His voice was calm and slow.

"Brother..." Looking at this strong brother, Irene slowly lowered her head.

"I understand. I will follow my family's arrangements."

"snort."

"Not only will you make arrangements, you will also have to apologize to the Tishu family. Father and I will accompany you."

"There's one more thing I need to tell you in advance. Palos is in very poor health right now. Your escape not only brought shame upon the family, but also left Palos in a harsh and difficult situation at home."

"And you know his personality well. He wasn't good at speaking, introverted and weak. Because of this incident, he was ridiculed by his peers and even his own sister. After such long-term depression, his health deteriorated and he even developed withering moon disease."

"Withered Moon Disease?" Hearing this, Irene raised her head, her face full of surprise.

"Yes, the cause of this disease is difficult to explain and explore, but the elves who are sick will gradually become thinner and darker like a crescent moon, and finally wither and die."

"I think you should be familiar with this. After all, you suffered from it for a period of time when you were a child, and then you miraculously recovered."

"Let's go. Don't keep me waiting this time. Even if Palos dies, you must marry into a physical cultivation family."

After saying this, the stern brother led his men out of the mansion, leaving only a few followers from home to help Irene deal with and carry the luggage.

"Miss Irene, it's time for us to go back." Several familiar ice elves walked up to Irene.

Are you leaving? Loran Hill looked at the hesitant Irene and sighed slightly. This was someone else's family affair, and she couldn't interfere. It was just...

Just as Loran Hill was thinking in her mind, the doll in her arms moved, and a quiet voice came into her mind.

"Yeah, I understand..." The girl replied in a low voice, then took small steps to Irene's side.

"If Sister Irene is going back, I haven't prepared any other gifts for you, so I'll give this doll to Sister Irene. I hope she can keep you company on the way." Loran Hill blinked as he spoke.

"This..." Irene looked at Loran Hill who winked at her. Although she didn't quite understand the reason for a moment, she knew that he wanted her to accept it.

"Thank you, Jialan."

Afterwards, Loranhill brought an exquisite small suitcase specially used to hold the body of the silver-haired doll and asked Irene to carry it. Just like that, that afternoon, Aitesi and Loranhill watched Irene follow the family team to leave the city and head towards the heartland of the Ice Elves, which is the direction of the Ice Palace.