Chapter 61: The Arrival of the Elf Prince

Su Yongqin’s mood could best be described as utterly ecstatic!

A humanoid summoned creature!

In the novels and anime he consumed, the most powerful beings often assumed a human form. This time, he might have truly stumbled upon a treasure!

What’s more, this creature appeared so incredibly handsome; it had to be astonishingly formidable!

Ignoring the pain in his arm, Su Yongqin hastily ran to the center of the array, eager to behold his future servant.

Wow!

The creature possessed a tall, slender physique that was neither bulky nor crude. Its flowing green hair cascaded down, framing a sharp chin and flawless facial contours. Paired with those cold, keen, emerald eyes, it seemed like a masterpiece crafted by the Creator’s own hands.

Even Su Yongqin, a man himself, found himself mesmerized.

Wait?!!

Those pointed ears??

‘Could it be an elf? Did I actually manage to summon a common guest from fantasy worlds? I’m truly incredible!’

Just as he prepared to step forward and issue commands in his capacity as the summoner, the green-haired man’s gaze suddenly fell upon him.

As their eyes met, Su Yongqin was instantly assailed by a chilling cold that pierced him to the bone, along with the man’s domineering aura. For some inexplicable reason, he felt as though his very soul was about to shatter, ultimately compelling him to kneel involuntarily.

‘??? Why do I feel so weak?’

Observing the trembling man before him, Ifis finally realized the fragility of humans. He quickly adjusted the spiritual energy he was emitting. Although he had already suppressed his outward spiritual energy to evade the Creator’s protective barrier, it seemed it was still not enough.

Unaware that he had just narrowly escaped death, Su Yongqin merely felt the oppressive atmosphere lighten slightly, and his body seemed to recover. He quickly rose and began instructing Ifis, “I am your summoner! Your master! I need you to help me…”

Seeing that the other party was in human form, Su Yongqin intended to communicate directly. He had no desire to use the previous method of communication he employed with his summoned beasts.

Ifis watched the human chatter on. Although he couldn’t understand what the man was saying, he grasped the general gist through his spiritual perception of the human’s emotions.

‘It seems he perceives me as his summoned beast, daring to command me so disrespectfully.’

However, ignorance was no sin, and Ifis had no intention of quibbling over such a trifle.

Yet, having only just encountered Blue Star’s civilization, there was still much he didn’t understand.

Some individuals would need to display a spirit of dedication.

“So, you just need to kill this Lin Hui!” Su Yongqin, utterly oblivious to the being before him, continued to issue instructions. He even lowered his head to pull out his phone from his bag, preparing to display a photo.

But when he looked up, he found a hand, clad in a black leather glove, pressed against his forehead.

‘??? What’s this for?’

The very next moment, Su Yongqin’s vision progressively blurred, his consciousness began to scatter, and his body uncontrollably collapsed to the ground.

‘This… this is… what… what’s happening?’ Bearing this question, Su Yongqin completely lost consciousness.

“My apologies, I didn’t control the soul-searching force well.” (Ancient God Language)

The green-haired elf stared dispassionately at the rude man sprawled on the ground, foaming at the mouth.

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Time rewound to the present.

Inside the Dreamy Desserts shop, Bisika pouted, glaring with slight annoyance at the golden-haired man before her.

‘Damn it!’

‘How did this guy get in? Is Mother Goddess’s barrier just for show?’

‘If this brooding, stubborn elf stays, won’t my wonderful daily life be ruined? I need to find a way to get him to leave, first.’

Unlike Bisika’s anxiousness, Ifis calmly sipped his coffee, scrutinizing Bisika’s attire. If he remembered correctly, this was what waitstaff wore, as recorded in the memory of the person he’d just ‘interrogated’.

At this thought, Ifis’s brow furrowed. He asked in a slightly displeased tone:

(The following is in Ancient God Language)

“Little Six, do you know what you’re wearing?”

“Hmph, what I wear is none of your business…”

Bisika’s retort only deepened Ifis’s frown.

“It seems you do know. You are wearing the clothes of a servant. Bisika, you are an Original Battle Sovereign; how can you wear such demeaning attire! Have you forgotten Mother Goddess’s teachings!?” Ifis’s words gradually took on a lecturing tone.

Hearing this, Bisika involuntarily averted her gaze from the man before her.

‘Oh, my heavens!’

‘I was too rushed; I forgot to change clothes before coming…’

“I haven’t forgotten…” Bisika whispered softly.

“Did they make you wear it?” Ifis asked, raising his head, his sharp gaze sweeping over Chen Xueyu and the others bustling at the counter and in the kitchen.

Instantly, Chen Xueyu felt a chill run down their spine, as if they were being targeted by some large predator.

Noticing Ifis’s displeased look, Bisika hastily rose, shaking her head and waving her hands continuously, denying his assumption.

“No, no, no! I chose it myself, purely out of interest. I won’t do it again, I promise, big brother! Besides, they don’t even know who I am. Consider it an incognito visit!”

As she spoke, Bisika rushed to Ifis’s side, grabbed his arm, and began shaking it vigorously, her playful charm on full display.

It was a harmonious scene of siblings interacting.

Witnessing this, onlookers couldn’t help but pull out their phones to capture the endearing moment.

Seeing Bisika so willing to ‘correct her mistake,’ Ifis decided not to pursue the matter further, and his gaze softened.

Noticing the change in Ifis’s eyes, Bisika also breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Mission accomplished!!’

‘That was easy.’

Returning to her seat, Bisika then voiced the question that had been lingering in her mind: “Ifis, weren’t you on a mission in the Western Star Domain? How did you end up here, on the Eastern Frontier?”

“The mission is complete, so I came to take a look.”

“That quickly?” Bisika exclaimed. She recalled that the problem was quite complex and even involved the Outer Domain.

Ifis remained unperturbed. “The civilians were all contaminated; there was nothing to save. All infected individuals were eliminated, and the mastermind and their followers were executed directly. What was so difficult about it? Taking them all out at once was rather convenient.”

“This… then how many people are left in that race?”

Ifis sighed. “Alas, less than thirty percent of the original population remains. The internal strife, the Outer Domain’s infection, and a significant portion were handled by my own hands. And the remaining thirty percent are under surveillance; we don’t know if any slipped through the net.”

“Oh, alright,” Bisika could only shake her head helplessly.

Though cruel, it was unavoidable. Those who had dealings with the Outer Domain were to be mercilessly killed. This had been an iron rule of the Origin Star Universe since ancient times.

However, Bisika suddenly thought of something, her brow furrowing, but she ultimately kept silent.

Bisika’s subtle change in expression was also caught by Ifis, but he didn’t delve deeper. He had already guessed the general situation, which was one of his two main reasons for coming to Blue Star.

The other reason was,

“Why do the people here still know nothing?”

‘???’ Bisika didn’t immediately react, asking in confusion, “Know nothing about what?”

Ifis spoke with dissatisfaction,

“About the Battle Sovereigns and the Outer Domain! In such a border region, they have absolutely no sense of crisis. What exactly is Little Seven doing?”

‘Ugh, it’s here as expected,’ Bisika groaned, pressing a hand to her forehead.

“Uh…”

“‘And now, humans are still fighting amongst themselves? She should have used these three years of protection to consolidate her own tribe before the restrictions of the precepts fully bind her. Otherwise, how will they unite against external threats? Blah blah blah blah blah…'”

Watching Ifis grow increasingly agitated as he spoke, Bisika was almost in tears.

‘Why are you lecturing me???!!!!’

‘It’s not my responsibility!!!!’

‘This is too much for me…’

‘Besides, do you think everyone is like you, immediately resorting to iron-fisted purges? The tribal situations are completely different, alright?’

Unable to endure it any longer, Bisika interrupted Ifis’s lecture with a smile, “Um, Mr. Ifis, for these matters, why don’t you go chat with Little Seven?”

“Absolutely not!”

Ifis suddenly refused, his tone righteous.

Bisika: ‘???’

“Mother Goddess has a rule: during these three years of protection, we should not contact or interfere with the newly born Original Battle Sovereign.”

Ifis looked into Bisika’s eyes, stating solemnly.

Hearing this, Bisika’s forehead twitched uncontrollably.

‘Damn it, you’re already on Blue Star, which is the biggest violation there is, and you’re still quibbling over this?’