Chapter 121: Elf Bloodline

Where does the problem actually originate?

As the thought surfaced, Fulade instantly turned his gaze toward Queen Wei En.

She is a graceful woman in a noble, silver, ornate dress, the fitted silhouette studded with silver fragments, outlining her sensual figure.

Her slender waist and plump hips create a striking curve; despite her considerable age, she still draws the lingering gazes of many nobles.

At this moment, Queen Wei En is whispering with a group of noblewomen, occasionally reaching out, covering her mouth with a coquettish laugh, appearing especially elegant.

It is evident that Queen Wei En is not young, yet her skin remains in excellent condition.

One could not tell she is over forty; if not for the faint laugh and the barely visible crow's‑feet, it would not be unreasonable to say she is twenty.

Such a still‑graceful, dignified yet sensual queen, when Fulade noticed her, actually frowned.

"Witch~"

A witch, and moreover a high‑rank, peak‑apprentice‑level witch.

This level is also called a quasi‑stage magic apprentice; they already qualify to challenge full‑rank Wizards and Magicians.

They can be placed on the Dark Faction's reserve potential list, receive focused training, be supplied with Magic Resource to aid their breakthrough.

Apprentices of this grade have begun to brush against the realm of first‑tier beings, and in some aspects already possess partial first‑tier abilities.

What puzzles Fulade is that at this level, these witches or Magicians usually seek a place to quietly amass knowledge and energy, preparing to break the Life Shackle.

Take Malina, for example; she is currently striving to ascend to the next level, break the Life Shackle, and has locked herself in the Magic Laboratory, actively accumulating her magical foundation.

Cinderella also looks toward the queen, startled in her heart: "Could the queen have a problem?"

The queen has always treated her well; she truly cannot imagine what scheme the queen might have, after all she has nothing that would draw the queen's attention.

Obviously, Fulade also notices this issue now.

He turns his head toward Cinderella.

As Cinderella looks puzzled and her face reddens, he repeatedly scrutinizes her body.

Facing Fulade's bare gaze, Cinderella suddenly feels a shyness as if the other had stripped her of clothing.

As this feeling rises, she cannot help but feel a dry mouth and a faint, inexplicable excitement.

Thus, when Fulade examines Cinderella closely, he can clearly sense her blood rushing faster and the thudding of her heart.

Looking at the girl before him, dressed in a splendid blue princess gown, exuding noble and pure aura, even the well‑versed Fulade cannot help but silently praise.

He gently lifts his hand, ambiguously tucking a strand of golden hair hanging over her forehead behind her ear, then says, "Cinderella, do you still remember your mother? What was unusual about her?"

Cinderella, feeling her divine master's sudden ambiguous gesture, experiences a suffocating sensation creeping into her mind, unaware of Fulade's question.

Only when a strong fingertip touches Cinderella's fair, delicate, sensual jaw does she snap out of her daze with surprise.

Staring at the handsome, imposing face just inches away, Cinderella inexplicably feels a tingling in her palm, a vague urge to throw herself into her divine master's arms.

It is a feeling she never had while dating Cha Er Si, and it leaves her intoxicated and at peace.

Facing this little beauty who, with just a flick of her finger, would strip herself naked and willingly wait for his favor.

Fulade does not entertain any extra thoughts at this moment.

After all, Fulade is now thirty; the sediment of his mental age and maturity means he is no longer as impatient as before. Even if he has thoughts, he will not display them too blatantly.

This also leaves Cinderella, who has been watching Fulade's deep eyes with a hint of expectation, unable to grasp the divine master's thoughts, appearing extremely hesitant, not knowing what to do.

Seeing the pure‑aura, slightly pursed crimson lips of the somewhat despondent Cinderella, Fulade repeats his words.

Cinderella suddenly says, "I remember, mother was beautiful; as a child I could only fall asleep listening to her fairy tales."

Speaking of her mother, Cinderella's face shows a sweet smile, as if immersed in pleasant memories.

"To say she was unique, hmm~ mother was loved by small animals, like Mr. Goose, the little mice; after mother passed, they kept me company."

As she says this, a faint gloom flickers across her brows.

His finger gently rubs Cinderella's pristine, tender cheek until a hint of shyness rises at her brows and her cheeks heat up, then he withdraws his hand.

"It seems this matter is closely tied to your lineage," Fulade says.

"Lineage~" Cinderella asks, puzzled.

"Queen, if we do this, Cinderella will hate me, her father."

King Wei En looks at the distant, shy Cinderella, his face clouded with sorrow, and sighs slowly.

"To completely cure your stubborn illness, we must rely on the elf bloodline within Cinderella."

"Only tears of happiness from elves and elf blood, as primary ingredients, can heal your bodily ailment."

"Although Cinderella is only half‑elf blood, it is equally effective," the queen says nonchalantly.

"But~" King Wei En's face shows a hint of struggle, his expression quite painful.

It is clear he feels guilt toward his daughter.

"It is merely giving up a body of elf blood; rest assured, I will try to preserve her life as much as possible."

Queen Wei En smiles brightly, yet it is unexpected that such a dignified, elegant, gentle and approachable queen would utter such cruel words.

She retracts the emitted spiritual energy.

Seeing Cinderella, whose complexion has turned pale from hearing their exchange and fallen into despair, Fulade cannot help but sigh.

Looking at the bewildered Cinderella, Fulade says, "What do you want to do?"

Cinderella shakes her head, a tear slowly sliding down.

When the banquet ends.

A dark silhouette silently arrives at the king's chambers.

As golden gauze drifts up, two figures appear inside the king's bedroom.

Looking at the sleeping King Wei En, Fulade senses for a moment and says, "It seems your father does not suffer from a disease, but has been poisoned."

"Poison! How could that be," Cinderella exclaims.

With a gasp, Cinderella hurriedly covers her mouth, fearing she might wake her father.

(End of chapter)