Leon always stays by Lia's side; it is her duty as a guard.

When Henney first arrived in Braxton, her eyes widened in amazement.

This place, like the royal capital, is bustling and prosperous, but it feels incredibly new to Heni.

Although she had lived in the capital for a long time, she had never been able to wander around as freely as she was now.

Braxton is different from the capital.

Every day, a large number of nobles come and go in the capital, and the streets are always filled with their figures.

Braxton, however, is somewhat less impressive; you won't see many big names there.

Wealthy merchants and gentry who settled in Braxton would often travel outside to engage in trade.

Moreover, it's rare to see any nobles with titles here.

Because this is Clevina's territory.

Even among important figures, there are no people here more important than Leah and Victor.

Lia looked at Heni and asked with a smile:

"How are you feeling? Do you have any thoughts of settling down in Braxton?"

Compared to the fast-paced life in the capital, the people of Braxton live a much slower and more relaxed life.

Hene nodded, then shook her head.

"This place is great, I love it, but..."

Although this is Professor Victor's hometown, he himself will not stay in Braxton for long.

Hene knew that Professor Victor was like a spinning top that never stopped, always incredibly busy.

so……

"I probably don't belong here."

She preferred to stay by Professor Victor's side rather than live an ordinary, uneventful life somewhere.

Before meeting Victor, Henney probably thought this place was quite nice.

"Is that so?"

Lia nodded knowingly.

But at that moment, the crystal ball at her waist began to heat up slightly.

As if she understood something, Leah turned to Leon beside her and said:

"Leon, you go back first."

Leon looked puzzled, her brow furrowing slightly, her tone tinged with worry:

“Miss Liya, then you…”

"There's someone you need to go back and meet."

"besides."

Lia pulled Hene over, put her arm around her shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I have a genuine mage here."

Actually, there's also Mr. Crocodile.

Hene thought to herself shyly, keeping her head down and not daring to speak.

...

Swish! Swish! Swish!

A figure sped past the city.

The wind whistled past Leon's ears as she sped through the air above the houses in Braxton.

As dusk fell, by the time Leon returned to the old house, the moon was already hanging in the night sky, casting its pale light upon the earth.

She sped all the way from downtown Braxton to her old house in Clavner, where she stopped.

Without blushing or panting.

When the guards at the door saw Leon, they saluted her respectfully and then said:

"Lady Leon, the head of the family is waiting for you in the backyard."

The head of the family? Victor!?

Leon was genuinely bewildered this time.

She never had any interaction with Viktor, and she never even revealed her elven identity to him.

Although she understood that Victor must have known all along that she was an elf.

Leon recalled the last time when Victor read her name aloud in front of her, which made her feel nervous.

This time, Leon walked towards the backyard of the Clavner mansion with a nervous heart.

The backyard of the old Clevina house is extremely spacious, stretching as far as the eye can see, resembling a vast grassland.

Victor stood in the middle of the plain, hands in his pockets.

The night wind was a bit noisy, blowing Victor's trench coat, the black fabric dancing incessantly under the moonlight.

Sensing someone's arrival, Victor turned around and looked at Leon.

A crow perched on his shoulder, its single eye seemingly gleaming with an eerie light.

"You've arrived."

Viktor's cold voice rang out.

Leon, however, didn't know how to talk to Victor alone, and her hands were unsure of what to do.

Finally, as if he had completely given up resistance, he put his hands together and bowed to Viktor:

"Master of the family."

What are your orders?

Viktor stood on the grassland, his eyes lowered, and reached out a hand to touch the crow's small, black head.

“A spirit once told me that all nature spirits have surnames.”

"However, her words made me suspicious."

His deep eyes looked at Leon, and his voice rang out softly:

“Tell me, Leon.”

"And what is your surname?"