Chapter 367 - 130: Just How Many Good Mothers Do You Have?! (Part 2)

Chapter 367: Chapter 130: Just How Many Good Mothers Do You Have?! (Part 2)

Her voice carried a hint of panic, a touch of shyness, and a trace of bewilderment.

’Even if he really wanted to hold me, he... he shouldn’t have picked this time and place!’

"Phew~"

Lynch let out a long sigh of relief.

’The Priestess Mother is finally gone.’

However, in that very instant.

Suddenly.

The moonlight seemed to dim.

A chilling aura, as if from the Netherworld, spread out at an incredible speed, instantly enveloping the entire Lake Heart Island and everyone on it.

Everyone couldn’t help but shiver violently as all emotion receded within them.

"Hm?"

A lazy, noblewoman’s voice, tinged with a hint of playfulness, echoed leisurely in the depths of Lynch’s mind.

"That aura from just now... where did it go?"

Lynch’s scalp tightened, and his body tensed in an instant.

He didn’t turn around.

He didn’t even dare to move.

Because he knew that the gaze from the Netherworld was currently fixed upon him.

"Mmm~?"

The gaze seemed to sweep over Lynch and Sea Song, who was still in his arms, followed by a pleased chuckle. "Must you show this one such a stimulating scene the moment I arrive?"

"Ahem~"

Lynch quickly let go of Sea Song, straightened his posture, and said respectfully, "Welcome, Lady Pale Elegy."

As he spoke, his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

He dared to call the Moon Priestess "Mother" to her face because he had figured out the Ancient Elf Legend’s personality. He knew that while she might be cold and aloof, she was fundamentally soft-hearted.

Besides, she had been trapped in the ruins for too many years and wasn’t familiar with the ways of the outside world, which was why he could get a handle on her.

But he would never dare to call Pale Elegy "Mama" to her face.

After a few encounters, Lynch had long since discovered that this Demigod from the Netherworld had a personality as unpredictable as early spring weather—lazy one moment, cold and indifferent the next.

Sometimes, when she was in a good mood, she would show a bit of intimacy toward him, as if he were truly her "favored one." But more often than not, she would be just like now, looking down on him from her lofty perch as if observing an interesting ant.

Completely unpredictable.

Lynch would never dare to casually call such a mercurial being "Mother Elegy" to her face.

’What if she gets upset and casually strangles me to death?’

To divert Mother Elegy’s attention, Lynch quickly looked around, then pointed to the tall tower behind him, bathed in moonlight.

"My Lady, look. This is something I finally managed to cobble together recently—the Moonlight Well. It’s a legacy of the Ancient Elves, you know. It was incredibly difficult to build, consumed countless rare materials, and nearly bankrupted Lakefront Town..."

Pale Elegy’s attention was indeed drawn to it.

But the next moment...

She let out a lazy scoff.

"Elven things."

"Still so petty."

Lynch’s mouth twitched slightly.

’Petty?’

’This is the Moonlight Well, one of the core legacy structures of the Ancient Elf civilization! If I hadn’t been lucky enough to meet a reasonable Spirit Body like the Moon Priestess, I wouldn’t have even been able to build it.’

’And in the eyes of this Demigod from the Netherworld, it’s still ’petty’?’

However, despite his thoughts, Lynch didn’t dare let any of it show on his face. Instead, he nodded repeatedly in agreement. "Yes, yes, you are absolutely right, My Lady. The Elf Race has always been fond of these flashy, ornate things. When it comes to true grandeur, how could they possibly compare to the splendor of the Netherworld?"

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but grumble inwardly.

’You think the Elves’ stuff is petty? Then give me something grand! Like a real Palace of Death, or a Skeleton Holy Mountain... even the blueprints would be fine!’

Of course, he only dared to think these words, and would never, ever say them out loud.

"Mmm~"

Suddenly, Pale Elegy’s voice sounded again, this time with a hint of surprise.

"Interesting."

Lynch’s heart tightened. He thought Mother Elegy had discovered the Moon Priestess’s lingering aura.

But her next sentence was: "Your aura... is different from our last meeting."

Lynch was slightly taken aback.

’Different?’

Before he could think about it, Pale Elegy’s voice continued, "This aura is a bit special, and also a little familiar... Mmm, let this one think... I believe it has a very awkward name, Profound something... oh, right. The Profound Yin Body Refining Spell."

Lynch’s pupils shrank slightly as a tempestuous storm raged in his heart.

’How could Mother Elegy possibly know about the Profound Yin Body Refining Spell?’

"It seems I remembered correctly." Seemingly getting her answer from Lynch’s reaction, Pale Elegy’s voice took on a reminiscent tone, lazy and distant. "I recall this was an interesting little thing that Human Race boy came up with. Back when he was messing around with all those hodgepodge techniques, this one thought that little mouse was rather amusing~"

Lynch was shaken.

’Teacher Lester... he was active right under Pale Elegy’s nose back then?’

’And from the sound of it, Mother Elegy’s opinion of Teacher Lester... wasn’t actually low?’

He quickly seized the opportunity to ask, "My Lady, you know my teacher, Lester?"

"Lester? So that was his name?"

Pale Elegy seemed to be savoring the name, then let out a soft laugh.

"That little mouse scurried about quite energetically back then. This one happened to catch a few glimpses of him and has some impression, but I wouldn’t say we were acquainted."

She paused, her tone carrying a faint trace of regret.