Sylvia's crying had left her voice hoarse and barely recognizable. Draven finally sensed that the moment had arrived. He let out a faint"uh," his eyelids twitching slightly as he slowly opened his eyes.

  "Sylvia~" Draven's voice was low but filled with unmistakable tenderness.

  Hearing that familiar call, the tear-filled, blurry eyes of the elven princess immediately brightened.

  "Draven, you're awake!" Sylvia exclaimed excitedly, without hesitation hugging his head tightly, as if wanting to lock him deep inside her heart.

  Lying nearby, almost dozing off, Liliana yawned widely, rubbed her eyes, then turned to look at Viola, who was trying to suppress a smile, and asked with a smirk,"Sister Viola, is dinner ready yet?"

  The gentle scent of Sylvia's body made Draven feel refreshed and soothed. He smiled broadly as he sat up on the bedside. Sylvia brought a bowl of steaming hot soup, blowing lightly on it, careful not to burn him.

  Draven obediently opened his mouth. Sylvia carefully scooped some soup with a spoon and brought it to his lips, her face glowing with satisfaction.

  At the nearby dining table, Liliana muttered softly,"Big bad guy! Big liar!"

  Viola couldn't help but chuckle quietly, covering her mouth. As long as Draven was safe and back, nothing else mattered.

  Under Sylvia's attentive care, Draven comfortably enjoyed the delicious meal, a smug smile playing on his lips.

  He felt no guilt whatsoever—on the contrary, he thought he had been very clever.

  If things hadn't happened this way, how could Sylvia still hold onto her love for him after returning to the elven kingdom?

  After all, elves were naturally cold and distant; someone lively and playful like Sylvia was an extremely rare gem.

  In such a calm and serious environment, combined with the passage of time, if he hadn't left her unforgettable memories, how could he be at ease?

  "It's mine, and only mine!" Draven admitted his selfishness but absolutely would not allow anyone to question his feelings for Sylvia.

  Love was inherently selfish. Moreover, the demi-human races had never truly understood the concept of love.

  If he didn't secure it in advance, how could he rest easy?

  Fortunately, after eating his fill, Draven finally didn't forget the main matter.

  Half reclining on the bed, with the mischievous Liliana lying across him, he gently held Sylvia in his arms and told her in detail about Serpent Ancestor's suspicions and guesses.

  Sylvia, originally basking in the warm atmosphere, showed a look of surprise after hearing everything.

  She hadn't expected that Draven faced such great danger on the way to Selene City.

  Behind that southern succubus, there wasn't just the control of the blood elves, but also the followers of an evil god lurking within.

  For her sake, Draven had taken on unimaginable risks...

  Tears gradually filled Sylvia's eyes. Draven lightly tapped his forehead, thinking to himself:"Alright, the elven princess is definitely getting love-struck."

  "Sylvia, this isn't the time to be moved to tears. You must quickly inform the Elven King—your father—and warn him to be on high alert against the blood elves."

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  Draven straightened up, helped Sylvia to her feet, and looked firmly into her eyes with a serious tone.

  Sylvia blushed slightly, shyly nodding.

  She sat back down on the bed, took out the two-sided mirror, and prepared to recite the message-sending spell.

  Seeing this, Draven quickly stopped her:"Don't rush to use that!"

  A scene flashed through his mind: if the Elven King saw his precious princess sitting on his bed with Liliana lying on her lap...

  Thinking of this, Draven hurriedly stood up and pulled Sylvia toward the leader's hall.

  He thoughtfully wiped away her tear stains, then carefully checked himself to make sure everything was in order before letting Sylvia start the communication.

  As Sylvia recited the spell, the silvery surface of the two-sided mirror rippled gently, the waves spreading outward.

  Before long, the face of King Sigurd of the Elven Kingdom appeared on the mirror's surface. His expression was serious, carrying an authority that could not be ignored.

  "Father..." Sylvia's voice trembled slightly, tinged with nervousness. She didn't wait for Sigurd to speak and instead spoke first.

  In the mirror, Sigurd's brow furrowed tightly, his gaze gradually sharpening."Sylvia, is everything you said true?"

  Sylvia nodded and carefully recounted the entire sequence of events and the information she had received to her father.

  The blood elves were manipulating the succubi, aiming to stir up the anger of the elves and plunge the entire demi-human race into chaos, thus protecting their own interests.

  Sigurd's face grew even graver. He knew this was no ordinary conspiracy. There had to be a deeper plan and a more formidable enemy behind it.

  His eyes scanned the tall and upright black wolfman, Draven, standing beside Sylvia. It was a look filled with strength and determination, radiating reliability and courage.

  Sigurd's expression softened slightly. He nodded and then gave Sylvia a few instructions in a tone that mixed reproach with a father's concern.

  He also specifically praised Draven's bravery and fearlessness—after all, anyone who could protect Sylvia deserved respect.

  "You must be careful," Sigurd said in a low, powerful voice."I will personally handle this matter."

  After speaking, he put away the two-sided mirror and shouted in a deep voice,"Guards!"

  The guards outside quickly entered, ready to obey orders. But Sigurd waved his hand to dismiss them,"Forget it, I'll go myself."

  Not long after, in the highest elven tower of the capital, King Sigurd and the Great Prophet Garin held a private, serious conversation. The two exchanged low whispers about their suspicions and countermeasures regarding the blood elves' conspiracy.

  That night, some elves who couldn't sleep saw a dazzling white light streak across the night sky over the capital—like a shooting star cutting through the darkness.

  Meanwhile, Serpent Ancestor coiled atop the walls of Village No. 2. His serpentine body slithered gracefully, and the magical fluctuations he emitted significantly enhanced the wall's defenses.

  This was not by Draven's order, but Serpent Ancestor's own choice—his first willing contribution to the Black Flag Territory's defense.

  Serpent Ancestor's lingering soul belonged to a divine general under the Beast God from ten thousand years ago. Though he was one of the least notable, his status remained sacred.

  When the divine war broke out, he was injured early and fell into slumber, missing the entire conflict. This time, he vowed not to miss the outcome again.

  The crimson moonlight shone on his glimmering snake eyes. As his serpent body moved, the glowing protective light gradually covered the city walls.

  Draven sank heavily onto the bed, exhaling with satisfaction. So even the elves could go this wild when they went mad...

  Sylvia buried her face into a fur pillow and slowly lifted her head, her cheeks flushed. She turned to look at the wolf leader, a hazy tenderness shining in her eyes.

  Draven took a deep breath, almost feeling the warmth in her gaze. He slowly stood up, gently wrapped his hands around Sylvia's waist, and let out a low, powerful roar.

  Next door, Liliana was startled awake by the roar, kicking the fur covering her in annoyance.

  "We're all Draven's women, so why did Sylvia get two nights!" she muttered, her voice full of dissatisfaction.

  Viola smiled, re-covered her with the fur, and softly patted her back, humming a tune Draven had taught her.

  She could tell that Draven's roar was filled with pure joy.

  Lying on her side, Martha looked at Viola with sparkling eyes, thinking that although this sister was younger than herself, right now she seemed like a mature and dependable elder sister.

  The next morning, Draven was awakened by Liliana's little tricks.

  The intense exertion from the previous night had nearly drained all his energy, and his body still felt fatigued.

  Just as he woke, a slender demon tail lightly brushed across his nose, causing a ticklish sensation.

  Could he endure that?

  Draven immediately sat up, pinned Liliana in his arms, and began rubbing her, making the little one giggle aloud.

  Sylvia, preparing breakfast alongside Viola, glanced back and gave him a bright smile, her face glowing with the unique radiance of the morning.