"Is there no other way? It seems we can only watch from the sidelines."

Tiran and Aya exchanged glances and nodded simultaneously. It was no wonder they were so in sync as master and servant when it came to major events.

The scale of this forbidden curse is definitely city-destroying level. Only a fool would try to confront it head-on.

"Aren't you worried, Coco? This is your kingdom after all."

Unlike their indifferent master and servant, it was strange how Coco, as a priestess of the Moonlight Temple, remained calm in the face of such a situation.

"But the High Priest always asks me to work overtime without paying me for it. And he constantly exploits my labor by deducting my wages. I don't want to help..." Coco muttered in discontent, crossing her arms and turning away. "Besides, when things get really bad, that guy will definitely intervene."

At that moment, the star shield in the sky finally couldn't hold on any longer. After withstanding hundreds of fire meteors, ripples began to appear on the pure white shield, and eventually the shield started to ripple violently like the surface of water in a storm.

And the fire clouds in the sky were still churning, indicating that the forbidden curse was far from over.

When one of the meteors fell, hundreds of white-robed mages who were supporting the star shield spewed blood and collapsed, and the cross-shaped star shield that covered the entire Alda sky shattered into countless specks of light dust and disappeared amidst the sea of flames.

"You've all worked hard. Leave the rest to me," a small voice sounded, reaching the ears of every white-robed mage supporting the star shield, instantly calming their panic.

The same voice reached Coco's ears, but the young elf girl didn't show any surprise. She simply looked up at the sky calmly.

Tiran didn't hear the voice, but she also turned her gaze to the sky. As a powerful half-step into the Holy Rank, she could feel the disturbance in the laws of the sky.

Just like the day she blocked the Angel Arsenal's attacks in the capital, the descent of the fire meteors was forcefully halted, frozen in mid-air and devoured by sudden cracks before disappearing into the chaotic spatial flow.

"To cover an entire city... indeed, the Elf race also has Holy Rank," Tiran murmured to herself. Well, if that's the case, maybe she won't have to take action when the Angels come. It would be lucky to hide and watch two Holy Rank beings fight.

The fire clouds in the sky were not yet exhausted, and fire meteors continued to surge out.

The elusive Holy Rank elf from the Elf race decided not to continue playing the anti-air game, and the rules wove into a giant hand covered in a faint glow slapped the fire clouds like swatting flies, instantly dispersing the mighty forbidden magic.

"What the...!" Tiran clicked her tongue twice. She had certainly learned something new. Rules could be used like this, and it was truly straightforward. Princess Tiran would like to try it out when she reached the Holy Rank.

...

"It seems like it's resolved. Have the guards disperse into the city and capture the intruders, then start rescuing the injured and repairing the buildings," the golden-haired Elf on the platform in front of the Elf Palace said, retracting her hand and letting out a sigh of relief.

A silver thread wrapped around her exposed wrist twitched, causing the Elf to raise her eyelids. A playful expression appeared on her beautiful side profile. "Oh? It seems like that child has encountered someone interesting."

...

On the giant tree, Agatha looked at the fading divine hands that dispersed the fire clouds in the sky, her expression constantly changing.

Weren't they still undergoing trials inside the World Tree? How did they come back so soon? The original plan to delay time and inflict heavy damage on the Elf capital was completely shattered.

And there had been no word from Zed for half a day. Could it be that he was killed?

Even if she didn't want to accept it, Agatha had to admit one thing. She had failed.

Although the mysterious human hadn't mentioned any punishment for failing the mission, given that he had taken out a priceless forbidden magic scroll, Agatha couldn't believe that he would accept her failure.

Moreover, that guy had promised to help her rid herself of her tainted bloodline. If she missed this opportunity, she feared she would never encounter it again.

"I will never give up... never!"

...

Step by step, slowly and carefully, Aya and Tiran walked up the long steps in front of the Elf Palace with complicated expressions.

Well, to be honest, it wasn't that complicated. In summary, it can be described in one word: panic.

How could they not panic? They had originally planned to deal with the group of Black Elf soldiers before making their escape. But just when they were about to start the fight, a team of Elf guards suddenly appeared and intercepted them, saying that they needed to take them to the palace.

At first, Aya and Tiran refused this request. They had entered pretending to be Elves using their transformation magic, and it was fine in the city area where nobody would intentionally check their identities. But in a place like the Elf Palace, it was hard to believe that there were no detection spells.

But if they resisted...

Taking care of these guards was not difficult. Although these Elf guards were all elite, for Princess and her Dragon companion who had reached the Holy Rank, it would be a matter of moments. The problem was that there was a genuine Holy Rank inside the city who had just easily dispelled the spell to destroy the city.

Aya and Tiran knew very well the consequence of fighting against a Holy Rank after their encounter with Angel. They didn't want to get involved with another Holy Rank before Angel caught up with them.

Now, they had to come up with a good idea to get through this as quickly as possible.

Tiran tried her best to slow down her pace. Each step felt as if her legs were weighed down by a thousand pounds. A level nine knight managed to walk at the speed of an elderly person walking casually, and even the Elf guard in front of her showed some impatience in his eyes.

"Do you know the person who dispelled the spell earlier?" Tiran asked quietly, glancing at the Elf guard in front of them.

"Yeah, that was my father," Keko replied innocently.

"Oh, I see..." Tiran nodded, then blinked after a moment as she grasped the meaning of Keko's words.

So it really was her father! Although Tiran had already guessed that Keko was not ordinary, being the daughter of a priest and a Holy Rank... Oh God, could it be...

"So, that person is..."

"He has many roles, but normally... he is the Elf King," Keko put her finger on her lips innocently.

So she really was the Elf Princess.

Tiran calmly reflected on her actions. Well, she hadn't done anything inappropriate to her, right? Except maybe pushing her onto the bed and making her call her "Sister Princess."

"How are you feeling now?" Aya's voice came softly.

"Forget it, I feel uncomfortable." How should she consider pushing someone's daughter? Even though she didn't actually harm her and nothing had been broken, it was still a guilty act...

Wait, that's not right. The Princess suddenly realized that the feeling in her heart didn't seem like guilt, but rather...

The nervousness of meeting her father-in-law?

"Father-in-law! The child in Keko's stomach is mine! I will take responsibility!" Tiran slapped her own flushed cheeks harshly, wondering what she was thinking!

"Hey hey, I heard everything, you know? Everything is clear." Aya's voice suddenly rang in her mind with a hint of resentment.

Oh no, she forgot to cut off the telepathic communication contract!

Aya wondered why she suddenly felt displeased, even though there was no special feeling when she saw the aftermath of what had happened between Tiran and Keko that morning.

"No, it's not important. Shouldn't you be the one worried at this time? After all, you are a Dragon. Aren't you afraid of being dragged out by the Elf King and chopped up?" Tiran quickly changed the topic, feeling guilty.

"That seems logical..."

Even though they tried their best to slow down, the staircase had an end. Eventually, guided by the Elf guards, the three of them arrived in front of the Elf Palace.

The Elf Palace had a significantly different style from human palaces. Unlike the solemn and dignified atmosphere that Tiran imagined, this palace gave off a feeling of freshness and nature. Being inside it was like standing in a forest, and even their anxious and uneasy emotions had calmed down a little.

The Elf guards pushed open the door covered in vines at the entrance hall and stood on either side, their swords at their waists, without even bothering to pat them down for safety.

One reason was because these were people brought by the king, and the other reason was that they had absolute confidence in their king. With this kind of posture, even if they didn't want to let them in, they had to.

Aya sighed and followed behind Tiran into the great hall.

"Are you the two who helped my daughter?"

Even before seeing the Elf king in person, a gentle and pleasant voice had already resonated in the spacious hall, speaking in standard human language, obviously reminding Tiran that her disguise had been exposed.

"Yes," Tiran nodded hesitantly. Regardless of anything, she had helped deal with the Black Elves earlier, so the Elf king shouldn't do anything to her.

"Furthermore, the young Dragon over there doesn't need to hide his presence anymore. I felt the Dragon language magic you used earlier." There was a trace of amusement in the voice, apparently finding Aya's behavior, akin to an ostrich burying its head in the sand, quite funny.

A figure wearing a pure white belted robe walked out from behind the throne in the center of the hall.

To be honest, after staying in Alda for so long, and with Aya and Tiran themselves being quite attractive, they almost lost the ability to be amazed by the beauty of the Elves, as beauty was almost commonplace among the Elf race. However, when faced with this Elf king, the two couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The most captivating aspect of the Elf king was his pair of deep blue eyes, the depth of which made Tiran feel a hint of the solemnity that occasionally emanated from her own father when he was being serious, but there was also a grandeur that came from his overwhelming power.

His appearance was delicate and beautiful, carrying a touch of untouchable dignity, which was then covered by the grace and softness of his appearance.

Never had they seen anyone who could so perfectly merge two completely different qualities: tenderness and nobility.