Chapter 284 - 118: Dragon Descendant Warlock! Lynch Had a Child Before Marriage?

Chapter 284: Chapter 118: Dragon Descendant Warlock! Lynch Had a Child Before Marriage?

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Seeing this, a flash of annoyance crossed the eyes of the "Moonlight Priestess" who was possessing Sea Song.

’This brat! Not only did he dare call me an "old hag," but he even dared to...’

But the moment the thought arose, the body, no longer under her control, had already picked up the clean handkerchief prepared on the stone table. It took two steps forward, leaned down, and with exceptionally gentle and meticulous movements, wiped the grease from the corner of Lynch’s mouth.

The entire sequence of actions was so fluid it was as if it had become muscle memory.

After wiping his mouth, her hand, still holding the handkerchief, froze in mid-air. She had finally snapped back to her senses.

The rage in her heart swelled.

’This detestable human brat! How dare he make me, a dignified Ancient Elf and "Moon Priestess," wipe his mouth!’

She actually understood that this was an instinctive reaction developed by this body over a long period.

But that just made her even more irritated.

She had already sensed that the original owner of this body was of High Elf blood, and that her ancestors must have undergone some kind of beneficial evolution in a marine environment...

Furthermore, the bloodline inherited by this body seemed to be exceptionally noble, faintly bearing a great resemblance to her own.

The Priestess vaguely recalled that back when the Elf Race suffered the "Great Abyss Invasion" and their civilization collapsed, there seemed to have been a branch of the elven royal family that fled into the vast Deep Sea in desperation, seeking refuge...

If her suspicions were true, then this detestable, filthy human, this expert at commanding Undead Creatures, was even more unforgivable.

’How dare he make a descendant of the great High Elf Race’s royal bloodline do the work of a Maid~!’

After all, during the glorious era when the High Elf civilization ruled over half the world, the human race was still playing in the mud~ Their status was probably no better than that of Gnolls.

Moreover, the Moon Priestess now completely recognized this brat.

’Isn’t this the very same little Necromancer thief who kept sending filthy Undead Creatures into my ruins to plunder everything?’

Not only that, but the brat had also killed several of her Ghosts, and even subjugated a few.

’Those were once noble Warriors of the Elf Race whose heroic souls lingered after death, continuing to guard the sanctuary!’

In that instant, new grudges and old hatreds surged in her heart. She subconsciously wanted to teach this audacious brat a profound lesson.

However, the moment the thought arose, she froze once again.

This wisp of her soul consciousness that had "smuggled" its way over was simply too frail.

With such meager power, it had been a great strain just to successfully possess this Elf descendant; she didn’t even have the strength to cast the most basic "Moonfire Skill."

But that wasn’t even the most troublesome part.

The most troublesome part was that when she tried to use this body to harm the human before her, she felt an instinctive resistance from deep within the body, a refusal to obey the command.

Helpless, the Priestess could only suppress her anger and give up for the time being.

She could only glare coldly at Lynch, who was still turning the roasted meat, her eyes shimmering with impotent rage as the fragments of moonlight within them flickered violently.

If looks could kill, that brat would probably have died a hundred times over by now!

"Huh? Sea Song, why aren’t you eating?"

Lynch seemed to have finally noticed the strange silence behind him. He turned his head, his gaze landing quizzically on the barely touched meat skewer in her hand.

"You usually love this flavor of grilled skewer the most~~ It won’t taste as good if it gets cold."

The Moonlight Priestess’s heart skipped a beat, and she inwardly cursed, ’This is bad.’

This wisp of her soul consciousness had only managed to smuggle itself over with great difficulty through a gap in the Teleportation Gate before it closed, and it was fundamentally very weak.

If this brat saw through her and annihilated this wisp of her soul, the loss would far outweigh the gain.

The glimmer of hope she had waited so long for would be extinguished.

Immediately, the violently flickering fragments of moonlight in her eyes subsided and vanished, quickly returning to the clear, gentle blue that Sea Song’s eyes usually held.

She forced a slightly stiff smile, hesitated for a moment, and then finally brought the meat skewer to her lips and took a small bite.

In an instant, a taste sensation she had long since forgotten exploded in her mouth.

It was savory, slightly sweet, and spicy, with the richness of grease and the charred aroma from the charcoal fire... The various flavors were distinct yet harmoniously blended, awakening the memories of taste buds that had lain dormant for thousands of years.

...Huh?

’It’s actually... this delicious?’

The Moonlight Priestess was momentarily dazed.

She couldn’t remember how long it had been since she had last tasted food.

’Was it three thousand years? Or five thousand?’

As a "Moon Priestess" who existed as a Spirit Body, she had long ago lost her physical form and, naturally, the ability to sense hunger, fullness, or flavor.

Now, through this living body, she once again felt that strange yet familiar sensory stimulation. A ripple spread through her consciousness, which had been cold and silent for countless ages.

Before she knew it, she had finished the meat skewer in her hand.

She subconsciously licked the lingering sauce from the corner of her mouth, feeling like she still wanted more.

"Ha, you have such a good appetite today?" Lynch noticed her small action and was a little surprised, but he didn’t overthink it.

He casually handed over the few skewers he had just finished grilling. "Good thing I grilled extra. Here, you can have my share."

This time, the Priestess didn’t stand on ceremony. She silently accepted them and continued to eat in small bites.

But her way of eating still carried an elegance that seemed ingrained in her very bones.