The Wind Fairy King rose from his throne and transformed into a streak of light, flying toward the center of the palace.
When he landed, the figure of a Silver Moon Elf appeared before them.
With a wave of his hand, a set of seats appeared out of thin air.
"Please, sit."
Hearing the Wind Fairy King's words, Velin and the others thanked him. After he had taken his seat, they sat down as well.
"Don't be nervous." Seeing the respect on their faces, the Wind Fairy King smiled reassuringly. "I am not a king who cares much for authority. In this setting, you may temporarily forget my identity and treat me as an ordinary Wind Fairy."
The others nodded, indicating that they understood.
However, even with a Fairy King saying so, it was still difficult for them to truly relax.
After several exchanges, under the Wind Fairy King's guidance, Velin gradually shed his restraint and was able to converse with him instead of merely answering questions.
As for Xuemiyya and Kyle, they still felt a degree of reverence. After all, it was difficult not to feel awe before someone who stood above Legend.
The Dream Fairy Mina kept her head lowered throughout, not daring to look at the Wind Fairy King's face. She had none of her earlier liveliness.
Cecilia, however, felt no such restraint. She flew directly onto the shoulder of the Silver Moon Elf formed by the Wind Fairy King, sat there with her chin propped on her hand, and listened to the conversation between her contractor and the Fairy King.
Seeing the gentle smile on the Wind Fairy King's face, Velin took the opportunity to ask tentatively, "Crowns, may I ask when you became the Wind Fairy King?"
"About seven thousand years ago." The Wind Fairy