Reasoning

“So this is why you came back to me?”

After listening to her sister’s entire account, Philicia, sitting on the bed, let out a deep sigh, her emerald eyes carrying a hint of helplessness.

“Yes…”

Selina, who even had to soften her tone to ask for help, lowered her head, looking like an obedient sister who recognized her mistakes and was willing to correct them.

“Aurelia was someone I personally rescued once. The previous Saintess of the Dragon God Cult entrusted me with that mission. Along the way, I escorted her to a safe place. I didn’t expect to meet her again at the Academy years later…”

Selina sat on the bed with her fair legs spread apart in a duck-like posture, her voice somewhat lacking in confidence.

She knew that saying this would disappoint her sister. After all, her sister had always hoped that she would come to her personally to admit her mistakes, and now she had indeed come to her, but the purpose was for another unfamiliar girl.

She understood all the reasons, but she had no choice but to do this. She simply couldn’t bring herself to let that girl go back alone.

She didn’t know why, but their fate, which should have been completely severed during that last sunset eight years ago, made her uncontrollably happy to see her again in the Academy.

The little dragon girl, who once needed her protection, trembling in her arms, had finally grown into an astonishing white Dragon Saintess capable of protecting herself.

She and the Dragon Saintess both had tragic origins. Her desperate attempt to save her back then was because that girl was simply too much like her past self. She wanted to win a glimmer of light for this pale girl in her dark childhood.

And now, that glimmer of light seemed to have already grown into a sun capable of illuminating her entire world.

She felt her heart beating extremely fast, and the root of all this was… Every time she saw Aurelia’s mature and steady demeanor, Selina couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment, as if she had played a crucial role in the girl’s growth. Because of her, because of that one intervention, Aurelia could now stand there, neither subservient nor arrogant.

The position of Saintess was the greatest honor she had earned for herself, and also the best response to Selina’s past help.

But now, someone tells you that the girl you once helped, whose life was about to get better and better, will soon be dragged into a bottomless abyss. Surely no mentally sane person would sit idly by.

Beautiful things are joyful, and beautiful things are fragile. But if this beauty was created by your own hands, and now a stranger wants to take a hammer and smash everything beautiful, do you save it or not?

Under Hecate’s hint, Selina naturally chose to save her.

Not to mention her past connection with the Dragon Saintess, even in the Academy, though the Dragon Saintess didn’t know her, she still recognized the senior’s affection for her junior.

For an unfamiliar junior like herself, who trespassed into her bathroom without cause and saw her entire body, the Dragon Saintess did not furiously kick her out, but resolved the conflict in the gentlest way.

During their first shopping trip together, Selina’s awkwardness and unease were well-hidden, but the attentive Dragon Saintess still noticed that, despite some internal doubts, her hand never let go of Selina’s throughout the entire shopping process.

She held her tightly, taking good care of her along the way. That feeling was like Selina herself holding Aurelia’s small hand back then, leading her to evade the dragons’ pursuit.

From this perspective, her saving Aurelia back then wasn’t in vain.

Perhaps the Dragon Saintess had long forgotten the name Conde, but she remembered the kindness of that day and continued to pass on the warmth Selina brought her to others.

This was more like a silent transmission of good deeds, warmth melting the ice between people’s hearts.

The Dragon Saintess seemed aloof and difficult to get along with, but in reality, it was just the impact of her childhood experiences on her personality. With a little interaction, it was not hard to discover that she was simply a bit introverted.

In Selina’s eyes, Aurelia was more like her junior. If a junior inherited her legacy, then as the senior, she should protect her.

But the key was that she was no longer the Conde of before.

The former Thief Saint Conde was a lone wolf, unattached. Even with a disciple, Lydia at that time already had the ability to protect herself, requiring no excessive worry from him. Moreover, he had also secretly left her a backup plan.

Conde had no such restraints. If he wanted to do something, he just did it. The greatest price he could pay was merely his own life. But now…

Now, her name was no longer Conde, nor was she the Thief Saint of the past.

Now, she was Philene’s daughter, Philicia’s sister, the princess of the Elf Kingdom. The blood flowing in her veins even concerned the future of every Elf citizen.

She had too many ties now. It was absolutely impossible to just leave like this. If her sister, who already knew her identity, couldn’t find her in the Academy, she would probably go mad.

So this time, she walked into the trap herself, not only to admit her mistake, but also to report back to her family so they wouldn’t worry.

“No, I don’t agree.”

As expected, Philicia, after long deliberation, shook her head and rejected the idea.

“The reasons my sister gave, I can understand. My sister’s kindness, I, her sister, also know. The Dragon Tribe is not a peaceful race…”

Philicia sighed, slowly explaining.

“Dragons are tyrannical and restless by nature, and the dragon blood in their bodies is often in a boiling state. Although the Elf Tribe is not weaker than the Dragon Tribe, you, being underage, will definitely be restricted in actual close combat. However, this is not the most important thing…”

“The most important thing is that the Dragon Tribe is sexually licentious. Female dragons aside, most adult male dragons are highly virile. Their boiling dragon blood keeps them in a constant state of estrus. If they see a beautiful individual, forced assault is common. And you are no longer the man you once were. You are my sister, a princess of our nation!”

Philicia emphasized again.

“What do you think will happen if a pure and innocent princess mingles in a dragon’s nest with a group of sexually depraved dragons?”

“Even if they are dragons, in the face of absolute strength, they would have to submit, right?”

As she spoke, a powerful energy fluctuation swept across the entire room. Selina had raised her hand at some unknown point, dense magic power enveloped her body, and waves of strong magical pressure emanated from her delicate form.

Her silk straps, nightgown, and long silver hair fluttered without wind. Philicia’s eyes widened, and she gasped.

“High-tier?”

What she hadn’t expected was that, even though it had only been a little over a month since she left the Elf Forest, her sister, who disliked cultivation and was only a Mid-tier mage when in the palace, could now emanate High-tier pressure.