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Chapter 215, Chapter 214: It's late, Hero, let's go to sleep together.

Outside, at the temporary camp.

The evening breeze carried a coolness, causing the tent flap to rustle softly.

Alizee took a sip of tea, her gaze fixed on the outline of the ruins in the night.

She sighed, her voice trembling with worry: "I wonder how the Hero is doing now—has he managed to find your mother?"

Frillie sat opposite her, with a cup of tea in front of her as well.

She didn't drink it, but simply held it in her hands, absorbing its warmth, as if it were the only thing she could hold onto at that moment.

Hearing Alizee's words, she responded softly, more like reassuring herself: "Mother—everything will be alright."

Silence spread between the two.

After a moment, Frilian raised her head, looked at Alizee, and asked the question that had been lingering in her mind for so long: "Miss Alizee, what kind of person is this hero you speak of?"

"Why does everyone in the camp worship him so much? And the title 'Hero'—"

She frowned slightly, her face showing genuine confusion. "This is clearly a title reserved for those who go to slay the Demon King, isn't it? Could it be that he—"

Upon hearing this, Alizee's eyes first flashed with surprise, as if to say, "You didn't know that?", before turning into understanding and realization.

She interrupted Frilian with a laugh: "Look at my memory, I almost forgot. Your elven village is isolated from the world, so it's normal that you haven't heard of it."

"Smack."

She gently set down her teacup, and when she looked up again, her face was flushed with excitement: "It's only natural that everyone admires him, because just two weeks ago, the hero personally defeated and killed the Demon King. He is a hero of the human world."

"His Majesty the Emperor even personally ordered the construction of statues and monuments in his honor!"

"!"

Upon hearing this, Frillie's fingertips, which were holding the teacup, trembled violently.

The legendary calamity that was the Demon King has actually been eliminated?

This is truly shocking news.

Alizee was oblivious to her lapse in composure, still engrossed in recounting the legendary tales of Gu Yuan, including the stories of his two elven companions.

Frillie let out a breath and listened quietly, her heart feeling as if it were being immersed in warm water, her hope gradually strengthening.

Such a powerful being can surely save Mother.

But then, a question suddenly arose:

Would such a person really expend so much effort in danger for an ordinary elf?

The teacup had gone completely cold, just like her heart, which was slowly sinking down.

Night was falling.

Alizee finally couldn't sit still any longer. She covered her mouth and yawned, a hint of weariness in her eyes as she stood up and bid farewell to Frilian: "That's enough for today. Don't worry too much. If you need anything, just come to me."

She walked to the tent, then turned back and added, "Also, the hero will probably be staying in that special space for about a month."

"So, if your mother doesn't come out in the short term, don't worry too much. Trust in the hero."

Frillie nodded, forcing a reassuring smile: "I understand, thank you, Miss Alizee."

Alizee smiled, stepped forward and gently hugged the seemingly strong but inwardly uneasy elf girl before turning around, lifting the curtain, and leaving.

Only after Alizee's footsteps had completely faded away did Frillie slowly lower her head, staring blankly at the teacup in her hand, a thought uncontrollably popping into her head:

If Mr. Gu Yuan finds his mother, does it mean that they will live together in that isolated space for a month?

This idea stirred up an extremely complex feeling within her.

On the one hand, I feel relieved that my mother is not facing danger alone.

On the other hand, that "month" of solitude made her throat inexplicably tight.

She couldn't help but exhale and shake her head vigorously, as if that would shake off those chaotic, even somewhat "presumptuous" thoughts.

"The most important thing now is for my mother to be safe."

She whispered to herself, as if emphasizing something, or perhaps trying to persuade someone.

Meanwhile, in that dark and damp alternate dimension.

Gu Yuan produced a sturdy tent and an excellently warm sleeping bag from somewhere and set them up quickly and efficiently.

He glanced at the seemingly unchanging gray sky and said to Wilmès, who was waiting quietly beside him, "It's getting late, you should go inside and rest."

Seeing that Wilma looked at the suddenly appearing supplies with some confusion, he added, "This world has no sunlight and is extremely cold and damp. If you don't want to fall ill in the next month, you must keep warm."

He did not explain the origin of these things, as if it were a matter of course.

Wilmae nodded obediently and did not ask any further questions.

It's perfectly normal for an entity capable of easily killing the Imperial Prison Dragon to possess some methods that she cannot comprehend.

What she cared more about was another piece of information revealed in Gu Yuan's words, which lit up a glimmer of light in her gloomy eyes: "One month—Your Excellency Gu Yuan, do you mean that we can go out and see Frilian in a month?"

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"Yes," Gu Yuan replied briefly and affirmatively. "My people are taking care of her outside. She is safe, you don't need to worry."

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Upon hearing the news that her daughter was safe and sound, Wilmae, who had been on edge, finally relaxed and breathed a long sigh of relief.

She glanced at the only tent, then at Gu Yuan standing to the side, as if she had remembered something important.

Her cheeks flushed slightly. After a moment's hesitation, she spoke softly, her voice a few decibels lower than before, carrying a barely perceptible hint of probing: "Then—Lord Gu Yuan, where do you—intend to stay tonight?"

"There's only one tent here—if you don't mind—you can have it."

Before she could finish speaking, Gu Yuan raised his hand and rubbed his temples, a subtle gesture that interrupted her from continuing.

He could naturally sense the softening of Wilmae's attitude and the implicit invitation in her words, a mixture of gratitude, dependence, and the charm of a mature woman.

However, his primary goal for this trip was not to stay here.

Gu Yuan lowered his gaze slightly, avoiding Wilma's expectant eyes, glanced at the tent, and said succinctly, "I came here not only to find you, but also to attend to other important matters, so I won't stay by your side for long. Take good care of yourself."

For him, saving people was a righteous act, but capturing the true form of the Thousand Realms Demon was the core objective.

He didn't want to, and had no intention of, causing any unnecessary trouble.

Wilmae was taken aback: "Important matter?"

Looking at Gu Yuan's expressionless face, which seemed genuine, a huge sense of disappointment suddenly overwhelmed her, and an indescribable emptiness filled her heart.

It seems that this rare opportunity to repay kindness up close is about to slip away.

She had thought that, at least for this month, they could rely on each other.

Seeing her eyes suddenly dim and her head hang low in dejection, Gu Yuan paused, then softened his tone and continued, "I will come back regularly to check on you and provide you with food and water, so there's no need to be so downcast."

"Also, I cleared out the monsters around here while you were unconscious, so there's no danger approaching anytime soon."

"You can stay here with peace of mind."

Wilmae could only manage a weak smile and said in a low voice, "You—you're really thoughtful."

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The sense of loss in my heart grew stronger, even tinged with a touch of embarrassing self-mockery.

She thought to herself, "That's true."

What right or means does a wounded, needy elf with no redeeming qualities other than her looks have to keep such a radiant figure by her side?

Since Gu Yuan had important matters to attend to, any attempt to persuade him to stay would be inappropriate, or even a burden.

However, considering that moving to the capital in the future would essentially still be Gu Yuan's way of protecting the mother and daughter, he would end up owing them a heavy debt of gratitude.

What can possibly repay this immense debt of gratitude?

A deep sense of powerlessness seeped from my very bones.

In the end, Wilmae could only forcefully suppress these chaotic and bitter thoughts, and said softly, "Then—you yourself must also be careful."

After saying that, she didn't say anything more, silently turned around, crawled into the only tent, and lay down in the unexpectedly soft and warm sleeping bag.

There seemed to be a lingering chill in the bedding, which strangely matched her mood at the moment.

But the thought that this was a place of refuge prepared by Gu Yuan himself gave her a strange sense of comfort.