Touched

"You're eighteen this year, right?" Medea casually reached out and pinched Suye's cheek.

Suye stiffened all over, as if he had been coiled in the grasp of a giant serpent while its forked tongue licked his face over and over.

"Who are you talking about?" Suye asked, somewhat dazed.

"There are only a few Light Element Lord Legendary Mages who possess the Heavenly Fortress. Besides Suye, who else could you be?" Medea said.

"Little Sister Medea, you saw through me?"

"Call me Big Sister!" Medea twisted around. Her long legs dropped off the bed, and she reached out to straighten Suye's clothes.

Suye turned toward Sowo and nodded lightly.

She really was sick in the head.

Sowo raised his head and stared at Suye. "I have indeed heard the name Suye from other mages, but I don't know much about him. Did Thales really praise you?"

Within the tattered black robe, Medea's fair skin was faintly visible. She raised her right leg and crossed it over her left, leaned back with her legs crossed, and supported herself on the bed with both hands. Lazily, she said, "Master Thales did more than praise him. He already considers him the next-generation successor of the Magic World. What about the people from the Godking Palace?"

As she spoke, Medea's slender eyes turned toward Sowo. Her attitude was not like a girl looking at her grandfather, but more like a queen looking at her subject.

"We've been running the whole time and didn't see them." Sowo really did look completely honest.

Medea lifted her eyelids and looked toward Suye.

"The people from the Godking Palace are looking for you," Medea said as she turned to look out the window, her long neck as white as snow.

"They're only looking for me on the side,"