I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

The room, with its doors and windows tightly shut, was dark and gloomy. An oil lamp flickered on a wooden frame in the corner, casting the shadows of the family of three onto the mottled wall.

The girl had two short golden braids, and a well-worn picture book lay open on her lap, but her gaze kept drifting towards the window.

"Dad, Mom, when will those fairies finish eating the offerings? Joel and I are going to go catch fish by the stream."

The girl's father was squatting by the stove, repairing a chipped earthenware pot by the light of the lamp, and didn't even look up when he heard this:

"How many times have I told you to call them 'Fairy Lord' instead of by their names? They are enjoying the grass and fruit offered by the townspeople. They will leave when they are full."

The girl muttered, still unwilling to give up, "But they've been eating for days, how come they're still not full..."

"You silly child, those fairies are sentient beings. If you offend them, be careful—the devil with pointy ears might snatch you away and eat you in the night!"

The girl shrank her neck and then straightened her chest.

"I don't believe it! Those are just stories adults make up to scare kids. I'm not a three-year-old!"

Mother came out from the inner room, carrying a bowl of freshly steamed wheat porridge, and placed it on the table:

"If you say another word, I'll take away the wooden sword your father made for you."

The mother's words were clearly more persuasive than the father's earnest advice, and the girl's face instantly fell.

"A tonic! I'll need it to practice my swordsmanship in the future! When I grow up, I'll master battle aura, become a knight, and protect the World Tree with the fairies!"

"The World Tree? That's just something those bards in town made up again."

The mother pushed the bowl of wheat paste towards her daughter, looking rather helpless.

"Don't listen to those outsiders' made-up stories. Our town has only produced one knight in all these years, and he was supposedly the illegitimate son of a noble family. Otherwise, how could he possibly have such talent in martial arts? Ordinary children don't have that kind of destiny!"

The girl plugged her ears and puffed out her cheeks. "I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it! The songs those bards sang were so beautiful. They said the World Tree would protect all kind-hearted people, regardless of whether they were noble or not. As long as they were brave and kind enough, they could create miracles!"

"You silly child—"

Just as the mother was about to reprimand him again, she suddenly heard a slow, deliberate knocking at the door.

Thump, thump, thump.

The father put down the pottery jar in his hand, exchanged a glance with his wife, and both saw confusion in each other's eyes.

By custom, no one should walk on the streets when the fairies are enjoying the offerings. Disturbing them is a rather rash act and could easily result in a curse.

"Who is it?" the father raised his voice.

There was no response from outside the door.

There was another knock on the door.

This time, you could hear the sound of fingers tapping on a wooden board, quite different from the sound of wind or branches hitting the wood.

The girl's mother put down the cloth in her hand and guessed:

"Could it be a passing fairy? It's said that some fairies will randomly bestow blessings upon those who make offerings to them."

The girl's father frowned: "Fairies don't knock. They just pass through walls and trees; they don't come in through the front door."

"What should we do then?"

The girl's father hesitated for a moment, his gaze falling on the sharpened kitchen knife by the stove. In the end, he walked over and took it in his hand, hiding the blade behind his back.

"Open the door and see. If it's a bad guy causing trouble, we'll shout so the neighbors can hear us. You can then take the girl and run out the back door."

The girl's mother nodded, pulled her daughter behind her, and held a rolling pin in her hand.

The latch was gently pulled open.

The door panel was pushed open a crack, and light streamed in through the gap.

Having not seen sunlight for several days, he squinted to adjust his eyes, and then saw someone standing outside the door.

He was dressed in white, had black hair, a tall and slender figure, and a youthful face. He had a long sword hanging at his waist that was not drawn and looked quite valuable.

It might be a knight.

What stands out is the young woman standing behind him, clad in full silver armor, with a calm expression and cold, dark eyes.

It's definitely the Knights.

Further on are young women whose demeanor seems completely out of place in this remote town.

She was most likely the daughter of a nobleman or a wealthy merchant.

What's most astonishing is that in an open space on the street, a fairy covered in golden scales is lying quietly, her head slightly lowered, her molten golden vertical pupils looking straight at them.

It's actually the legendary knight who can control fairies!

No, seeing an elf revealing their true form without permission is a grave act of disrespect, which is why every household in their town has kept their doors and windows tightly shut these past few days.

The girl's father almost dropped the kitchen knife in his hand.

He instinctively threw the kitchen knife into the blind spot behind the door, then looked up in a panic, praying that the other person wouldn't notice his overstepping.

"Knight, sir?"

"Sir Knight" did not reply.

The other person seemed to be listening to them, but didn't speak. Instead, they turned around and said something to one of the women that the other woman couldn't understand.

What happened?

Could it be that the knight has discovered his overstepping behavior and is asking the noble lady behind him how to handle it?

But judging from the other person's expression, they didn't seem angry. Did they think our words were disrespectful and therefore not bother to reply?

So the girl's father could only keep changing his words and trying to communicate repeatedly, and the two sides were stuck at the door for a while.

On the other side—

Ji Tian had already confirmed the fact that they couldn't communicate in the same language, and unconsciously recalled the scene when Elena taught him to write.

After that, Ji Tian understood the importance of language and writing. In addition to his cultivation, he also learned the common language of the continent, Elvish, and a small amount of demonic language. After his strength improved, he began to use his divine sense to communicate with creatures whose languages ​​were different from his own.

I forgot to study the runes of the language.

Unfortunately, he didn't have any spiritual power right now and couldn't conjure one up on the spot, so he could only look to Ophelia.

"Since we don't speak the same language, I need you to create some language conversion runes for me. I will guide you on how to use them."

Ophelia had clearly been assigned tasks by Ji Tian before, and nodded in agreement.

He took out several blank talisman papers from his sleeve, gathered spiritual power at his fingertips, and began to carve intricate patterns on the stone surface, pausing from time to time at key points to ask Ji Tian for his opinion.

Mia stood a few steps away, watching this scene with amazement, and quietly asked Elena beside her:

"Hero... you even research these things?"

Elena smiled and said, "You can understand it that way."

Mia exclaimed in amazement, "Wow, that's incredible! Is this the power of someone qualified to draw the Holy Sword?"

A moment later, Ophelia handed several pre-engraved runes to everyone, and then took out an extra one and gave it to Mia, asking her to use it on the golden dragon:

"Just stick it on the back of your hand, and it will take effect automatically."

Mia took the rune stone and stuck it on the back of her hand as instructed.

It felt as if warm water was flowing through my ear canal, and the world became clear in an instant.

The girl's father's questioning voice, tinged with awe, rang out again at that moment:

"Sir Knight and esteemed ladies, are you asking for directions?"

Ji Tian finally understood what the other person was saying and replied:

"Not only that, we also want to find out about the situation here."