It had to be said that Mo Jia was quite a pragmatic person. Perhaps it had something to do with her having left the Elf Kingdom early and wandered the outside world alone, but in any case, after realizing that the Evil God might be able to offer her some help, she quickly accepted her current situation and began considering how to use this "advantage" to profit from the upcoming exploration of the Ultra-Ancient Ruins.
Naturally, she harbored some hidden little schemes. She believed that keeping them to herself and secretly indulging in fantasies was harmless, unaware that through Mind Magic, Ivette had already heard every one of those thoughts loud and clear.
However, Mo Jia's considerations did not contain much malice. She was more concerned with whether the Evil God would be willing to help her if danger arose, and how far she could push things without angering it.
Therefore, seeing that her thoughts were not particularly dark, Ivette did not mind much. No one was a saint; what mattered was not what one thought,
but what one did.
Night soon arrived. Downstairs, there were still boisterous voices, laughter, and insults. A town filled with adventurers never lacked all manner of nightlife that sprang up around them.
Mo Jia's nightlife was a blank slate, so she went to bed early. Yet unlike usual, that night she lay in bed staring at the pitch-black ceiling, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
Ivette silently extended her senses from beside her and discovered that Mo Jia's mind was tangled with countless indescribable scenes.
Clearly, sharing a bed with an intelligent creature of unknown gender and disgusting appearance had given the elf girl—though long-lived, still actually very young—a considerable shock. She seemed deeply worried that something terrifying might