He is redeeming them.
Aren't they also redeeming him?
So, are you going to stay at home overnight?
Ultimately, she was too gentle, making Viktor almost forget that the breeze Gwen brought was inherently cold.
He finally couldn't help but shiver, and at the same time subconsciously clutched his aching lower back.
No, he has to leave immediately.
Just as I was about to refuse, Gwen's gentle yet chilly breeze arrived.
"You seem very tired lately, so I've already instructed someone to prepare a room for you."
"Take a good rest."
In that instant, Viktor stopped in his tracks, which was about to leave.
She truly is the wife who has spent her life with him.
Even Viktor couldn't help but feel a little moved.
He knew that Gwen's gentleness would only ever be shown to him.
Like a piece of pure ice that has lasted for ten thousand years,
She melted for him alone.
That's true, he's overthinking it.
How could a conservative girl like Gwen not wait until marriage?
She's not that impatient.
It just so happens that he hasn't really wanted to go home lately.
Vega was sent back early by him, and now there are three people in his house who want to squeeze him dry.
This place is Gwen's last safe haven.
So Viktor nodded slightly and agreed.
"good."
That was his wife, with whom he spent his entire life.
What reason did he have not to believe her?
But just as Viktor agreed, Gwen suddenly smiled with satisfaction and then said:
"Of course, we are husband and wife after all."
"Sleeping in the same bed is perfectly normal, isn't it?"
Victor: "?"
Is it too late to regret it now?
Of course, it's usually too late.
"I hope we have a wonderful night."
Sweet dreams, honey.
Night fell again.
This time, however, the originally shy full moon seemed to have matured a lot after a day, no longer hiding behind the dark clouds.
Instead, it revealed its face directly, casting a bright light towards the Delin residence without any attempt to conceal it.
Moonlight climbed over the windowsill, along the high walls of the mansion, and lifted the veil of night.
In the bright sunshine, beneath the tranquility,
Shadows, scorching madness.
...
Fairy Forest
After collecting the Calamity of Fire and the Calamity of Wood, Victor brought Leon back here.
They returned to the place where Leon had once been heartbroken.
In fact, Leon knew nothing; she had forgotten everything.
She was indeed the first spirit, but she was too tired and fell into a long slumber.
After waking up, he lost all his memories.
The first elf thought that when she awoke, she would see her fellow beings.
The result was unexpected.
When he woke up, he was met with rejection from his fellow countrymen.
She has no name because she was not born of the Tree of Adriatic.
She has no energy because she used all her energy to create the divine tree and the elf race.
Fortunately.
Leon has returned, and with her power of nature once more.
And one's own name.
As Leon passed under the gaze of all the elves, what met their eyes was the obvious panic and fear in each of them.
Because they could all sense the power emanating from Leon.
Calamity.
Why does this elf, who was once rejected by them, possess the power of calamity?
They don't understand.
Until all the elves watched in disbelief as Leon walked up to the sacred tree and stood before their mother, Ad.
They used the flames of calamity to ignite a corner of the divine tree.
At that moment, a raging fire broke out.
The towering, majestic trees were quickly engulfed by flames, and pillars of fire shot straight into the sky.
The dense canopy of trees that crashed into the clouds was also rapidly burning under the blazing flames, turning into ethereal, howling sparks and ashes that drifted in the air.
The Tree of Yad did not want to resist; it simply could not resist.
It was suppressed by even stronger magic around it, and coupled with the power of calamity, it was completely unable to resist.
The Tree of Adriatic was thus easily burned down.
A heart named Yad was left behind and preserved there.
This time, Victor didn't create any ancient dragon genes to fuse with the heart of the draconian dragon.
Instead, he stood at a distance with Cocotte, looking together at the location of the burned sacred tree.
"Wow, she's quite bold."
"The child you planted yourself, you can just burn it."
Kokot also learned that Leon was the true Mother of the Elves.
Therefore, the Tree of Adrien was never the mother of elves; it was merely a tool used to create elves.
It was only after Yad had a name and his own thoughts that he developed bad intentions.
"Strictly speaking, she is also your mother."
It seemed to be the first time Victor had ever joked with her, which surprised and pleased Kokot.
She sat on the cloud and couldn't help but shift her position, making room for another person to sit on it.
It's quite obvious, however, that she prefers a clueless, straight man.
When his little scheme failed, Kokot pouted and made a joke in return.
"If you're with me, will you also call her 'Mom'?"
The generational hierarchy is a bit messed up here.
Viktor thought about it carefully for a while and finally came to a conclusion.
“Leon remembers nothing, so the conclusion is invalid.”
Pshaw, I thought you'd actually dare to yell.
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