Please Save Me, Your Majesty

Wen Ke'er looked at the phantom before her with utmost solemnity, speaking almost word by word. There was a gentleness in her eyes that even Shen Yi had never seen before.

"Is this woman plotting some crooked scheme?"

Frowning as she watched Wen Ke'er's sudden seriousness, Fei Mi could not help but worry.

"Probably not. Maybe this elf's past experiences resemble hers in some way, so she feels sentimental."

After that, the surroundings fell somewhat silent.

Standing beside Wen Ke'er, Shen Yi was the most aware of the changes in her emotions. When she had spoken just now, she had been filled with an indescribable sorrow, as though she had once endured some unbearable hardship. That grief had condensed within an extremely short time, like frost-covered snow falling as autumn ended and winter arrived—suppressed, yet carrying a trace of unseen coldness that left one with a lump in the throat.

Come to think of it, Xilos really had never described her past experiences in any particular detail. For the most part, she had always been like the other women around Shen Yi, fooling around carefree every day. It was rare to see her emotions fluctuate so intensely.

Shen Yi had previously asked Wen Ke'er about her origins, including what had happened in her world and why she had appeared on Blue Star, but her answers had clearly concealed something.

If they had not encountered the Elf race of the Shadow World now, then with Wen Ke'er's temperament, there was a very high chance she would never have mentioned these matters for the rest of her life.

"Putting on an act..."

"Didn't she end up like this only because she used the Seven-Petaled Polo Sha my husband gave her?"

Muttering under her breath as she watched Wen Ke'er patiently wait for