Ark Simulator, Didn't I Have No Physical Form?

What does the completely blank scroll in Volume 18, page 1176, really mean?

Su Rui nodded almost imperceptibly, then turned around again and calmly left under the gazes of countless people, some with awe, some with curiosity, and some with fascination (?). The black figure quickly disappeared at the end of the snow-covered pastoral path leading down the mountain.

Chief Perrochi stood rooted to the spot, staring at the Blank scroll in his hand, then glancing in the direction the messenger had vanished, his brow furrowed in a deep frown. He turned to the equally bewildered elder and his son beside him, lowering his voice to mutter, his tone heavy with confusion and unease, "What... what does Lord Kjeragandr mean by this? Just a blank sheet of paper? What are we supposed to see? Snow?"

No one could answer him. But everyone felt that this "Blank attention" from the Holy Mountain, like the sudden drop in air pressure on the mountain, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Having completed her "visits" to both the "Little Squirrel" and "Big Bear" families, Su Rui's feelings were... a little complicated.

On one hand, the feeling of wearing strange clothes, "playing tricks" in front of everyone, and watching those usually arrogant family leaders show surprise, fear, and helplessness because of a "blank paper"... to be honest, it was a little satisfying. Especially the Perrochi family chief's honest and simple appearance of scratching his head and wanting to ask but not daring to, made the corners of Su Rui's mouth under the mask curve almost imperceptibly.

On the other hand, he was even more curious. What exactly was Yela up to? Could these two families really "understand" the so-called "Kjerag Snowstorm" from that Blank scroll? Were they probably gathered together right now, racking their brains trying to guess the god's intentions?

However, none of that concerns him anymore. His task is to deliver the letter. As for "understanding," that's the recipient's problem.

Next, the last stop, and also the one he was most "familiar" with— the SilverAsh Family, the headquarters of the Karlan Trade Co., SilverAsh.

I wonder what SilverAsh, with his perpetually cold and deep-thinking decree, will do upon seeing this "Blank Frostwind Edict"? And what about that blond "Big Goat" Mace... will he jump out again, wanting to pinch his ears?

A cold, sharp glint flashed in Su Rui's eyes as he thought of his trump card. If she dared to lay a hand on him again... perhaps he could try using his identity as a "messenger of the gods" to "slightly" retaliate?

With a mix of anticipation and mischievousness, Su Rui quickened her pace and hurried toward the Silverash Manor.

The wind and snow seemed to have intensified, but Su Rui, dressed in his specially made suit, felt little cold. He was like a black, mysterious silhouette weaving through the winter landscape of Kjerag, rapidly approaching the end of this "message delivery" mission, which was also the possible starting point of his personal "small revenge."

Meanwhile, within the castles of the Browntail and Perrochi families, chaos had erupted over the "Blank Frostwind Edict." Speculation, discussions, and even arguments were raging within the families. Everyone realized that the Holy Mountain's stance had intervened in the conflict at the foot of the mountain in an extremely subtle yet undeniable way. Every step from now on required even greater caution.

A storm is brewing. Su Rui, the "messenger," has, in a way, become the most unique and "leisurely" bystander (and participant?) in this storm.

On a gloomy winter afternoon in Kjerag, the sky was overcast, and fine snowflakes, like sifted salt, veiled the imposing yet exquisite architectural complex of the Karlan Trade Co. headquarters in a serene and austere atmosphere. Unlike the deep forests of the Browntail Family or the rugged mountains of the Perroch Family, the order and artificial touches of the Silverash Manor were more pronounced. Even in this snowy weather, servants and guards remained at their posts, silently and efficiently maintaining the operation of the manor.

However, when that black figure, as if formed from the night and starlight, appeared without warning, as if "walking" out of a still snow scene painting, in the center of the square in front of the main building—a square that had been carefully swept, paved with smooth stone slabs, and now covered with a thin layer of snow—this orderly tranquility was instantly shattered.

The elite guards standing at the main building entrance, clad in cloaks bearing the sigil of the SilverAsh Family, instinctively tensed and placed their hands on their weapons almost the instant Su Rui (in her messenger form) appeared. But their reaction was more disciplined, and... more shocked and confused, than that of the guards from the Browntail and Perroch Family.

Because they recognized the robes! Or rather, they recognized the unique, icy-blue runes flowing across them, belonging to Kjerag Holy Mountain and Kjeragandr! Those were no ordinary garment to imitate! Add to that the emissary's unmistakable, furry animal ears, his bushy tail also adorned with runes, and the icy mask that covered most of his face, adding to his mysterious and chilling aura...

They are messengers of the gods! And they appear in an extremely... shocking and visually striking manner!

The guards exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with disbelief. However, the discipline honed through long-term training prevented them from reacting rashly. Instead, they quickly tightened their defensive perimeter, firmly protecting the entrance to the main building. At the same time, a guard captain spoke into the communicator at his waist in an extremely urgent and low voice.

Su Rui ignored the surrounding vigilance and commotion. He stood still, tilted his head slightly, and looked into the calm black eyes behind his mask at the main building's large, intricately decorated, and now tightly closed gate—the symbol of the core of the SilverAsh Family's power. He held the dark silver metal cylinder in his hand; the runes on the cylinder seemed to sense the even stronger aura of "order" and "power" here, and the flowing light seemed to solidify slightly.

He opened his lips again, and with that practiced, cold, and distant "aria" tone, his voice echoed clearly across the empty square, even drowning out the sound of the wind and snow:

"By the command of Kjeragandr, Lord of Ice and Mountains—"

Before the words were finished, the main building's doors were slowly pushed open from the inside.

The first to emerge were not SilverAsh, but two figures.

On the left is Jian. Today, she wasn't wearing her training clothes or a fitted outfit, but instead a relatively formal dark, fitted robe with the Silverash Family crest, over which she wore a short leather cape of the same color. Her long, slightly wavy blonde hair, as dazzling as molten gold yet with a cold sheen, was tied high at the back of her head into a neat ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead and a pair of slightly curved, beautifully sculpted, and sharp black goat horns belonging to Caprinae.

Volume 18, Chapter 1177: Eager to try, you'd better not try.

Jian's face was cold and stern, his amber vertical pupils like those of a most vigilant falcon. The moment he appeared, his gaze, filled with incredibly complex emotions—shock, vigilance, scrutiny, and a hint of indescribable knowing, almost like "It's you again," and... eagerness?—locked firmly on Su Rui in the center of the square, especially his outfit, which was completely different from before yet equally "eye-catching," and his pair of soft, furry ears that appeared particularly soft against the mask and tuxedo.

On the right was Ensia Silverash. She seemed to have been drawn by the commotion outside, or perhaps she happened to be nearby, and ran out with Jian. She was still wearing that pale yellow winter dress embroidered with snowflakes, with a white fur cloak over it, her face slightly flushed from running and the cold outside. The moment she saw the figure in the center of the square, her clear, bright lake-blue eyes flashed with the same shock and bewilderment as those around her. But then, when her gaze fell on Su Rui's slightly trembling, fluffy snow leopard ears, and that large, fluffy tail that looked strangely familiar even from a distance, her eyes widened in shock!

"Ah! It's..." Ensia Silverash instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, almost gasping out! It was that new friend! That mysterious boy with cute ears and a tail who accompanied her to the greenhouse and even took away the cookies she baked! He... why was he dressed like that? And... and he became Kjeragandr's messenger?!

Jian seemed to sense Ensia Silverash's unusual behavior, and slightly turned his head, signaling her to be quiet with his eyes. Ensia Silverash quickly shut her mouth, but her eyes remained fixed on Su Rui, filled with curiosity, surprise, and a hint of worry.

Immediately afterward, SilverAsh (Enciodes Silverash) emerged unhurriedly from the gate. He was still wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit, casually draped with a heavy black fur cloak. His short, SilverAsh hair was perfectly styled, and his handsome, cold face was devoid of any superfluous expression. Only his gray-blue eyes, like the deepest sea, calmly swept across Su Rui in the square, finally settling on the metal cylinder in his hand and his tuxedo.

Unlike the outward shock displayed by the two family heads, Browntail and Perrochi, SilverAsh's eyes showed only an initial, fleeting surprise, which quickly transformed into a deep, as if he had long anticipated something, and... a very subtle, inscrutable, almost knowing understanding that seemed to say, "It's finally here?"

He slowly walked down the steps to the square, stopping a few steps away from Su Rui. Jian followed closely behind, like a silent and vigilant shadow, his amber vertical pupils never leaving Su Rui. Ensia Silverash followed nervously beside Jian, her small hands unconsciously twisting the ties of her cloak.

The guards around him bowed slightly after SilverAsh appeared, but remained on high alert.

"So it is His Excellency the envoy from Kjeragandr who has come in person," SilverAsh said, his voice low and steady, revealing little emotion. He bowed slightly to Su Rui, performing a standard and impeccable noble courtesy. "I apologize for not greeting you properly."

Behind the mask, Su Rui's dark eyes calmly met SilverAsh's gaze. He could sense the sharp, calculating scrutiny beneath SilverAsh's calm surface. He also noticed Jian's gaze, which seemed to want to strip him naked and study him, and Ensia Silverash's almost overflowing curiosity and... intimacy?

He raised the metal cylinder in his hand again, and in that cold, aria-like tone, declared:

"By order of Kjeragandr, this ' Frostwind Edict ' is presented to the lord of the SilverAsh Family."

Then, just like the previous two times, he flipped his wrist and took out the last "Ice Crystal Scroll" tied with a starlight ribbon from the cylinder, and handed it to SilverAsh with both hands.

SilverAsh's expression shifted almost imperceptibly upon hearing the words "Frostwind Edict." He extended his hands and, with utmost respect and even a touch of solemnity, accepted the scroll that felt as light as a feather yet carried an immense weight.

It was cool to the touch, with a strange feel. Unlike Browntail and the head of the Perroch Family, SilverAsh didn't immediately unfold it to examine it. He simply used his fingertips to gently caress the smooth surface of the scroll, his grey-blue eyes taking a deep look at the almost transparent, empty "ice crystal" in his hand.

Then, he raised his head, looked at Su Rui, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards in an extremely subtle, almost "I knew it" arc.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for personally delivering the divine decree." SilverAsh's voice remained steady, yet it seemed to carry a hint of... strange, almost tacit understanding, composure.

Su Rui's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly behind her mask. This SilverAsh's reaction... seemed different from the previous two? He didn't show confusion or unease; instead, it was as if... he understood something?

Just then, Ensia Silverash, who had been nervously watching Su Rui with bated breath, finally couldn't hold back any longer. She quietly peeked out from behind the mace and asked Su Rui in a soft voice, with a hint of excitement and uncertainty, "Um... you are... you're the... new friend from the greenhouse, right?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet square.

Jian's brows furrowed instantly, a hint of disapproval flashing in his amber vertical pupils, as if he wanted to stop Ensia Silverash. SilverAsh also glanced sideways at his sister, a complex light flashing in his gray-blue eyes, but he did not utter a word of reprimand.

Su Rui's body stiffened almost imperceptibly. He hadn't expected Ensia Silverash to "recognize" him at this moment, in this way. Although he had changed his clothes and was wearing a mask, his ears and tail, as well as his unique temperament, seemed not difficult for Ensia Silverash, who was simple-minded but surprisingly observant (especially about things that interested her), to recognize him.

He remained silent for a few seconds. To admit it or not? As a "messenger of the gods," it seemed he shouldn't have too much involvement with mortals. But... looking into Ensia Silverash's clear, bright, lake-blue eyes, filled with pure joy and expectation, and thinking of the kindness she had shown him before and the warm bag of cookies, Su Rui found that he seemed... unable to harden his heart and respond with indifference or denial.

Finally, under the slightly probing gazes of SilverAsh and Mace, and the expectant look of Ensia Silverash, Su Rui nodded almost imperceptibly and with a very small gesture...

That's considered an implicit agreement.

"Wow! It really is you!" Ensia Silverash smiled happily instantly, as if she had discovered some incredible secret, and her previous tension and restraint vanished. She even wanted to move closer, but was stopped by a look from Jian.

Volume 18, Chapter 1178: SilverAsh's Etiquette

SilverAsh watched this scene, a barely perceptible, strange light flashing deep within his grey-blue eyes. He glanced at Su Rui, then at his cheerful younger sister, and seemed to understand something. This mysterious "messenger," so closely connected to the Holy Mountain (or rather, to Enya), seemed... to possess an unusual patience and... indulgence towards Ensia Silverash?

That's... an interesting discovery.

"Your Excellency has traveled a long way, braving wind and snow; you must be tired." SilverAsh spoke again, his tone more... gentle (relatively speaking) than before. "Why don't you move inside, rest for a while, and have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up? My younger sister seems... to be acquainted with you as well; it would be a good opportunity for us to catch up."

He extended the invitation. On one hand, it was out of basic courtesy to the "messenger of the gods"; on the other hand, perhaps... he also wanted to take this opportunity to observe and understand this special "messenger" more closely, and... what kind of connection he had with Ensia Silverash, and even with the Holy Mountain and Enya.

Su Rui initially wanted to refuse. His task was simply to deliver the message. But... he glanced at the still Blank scroll in SilverAsh's hand, then at Ensia Silverash, who was staring at him expectantly, seemingly hoping he would stay. A thought flickered in his mind.

He was also curious about how SilverAsh had "understood" the blank scroll. And perhaps, keeping it for a while... would also allow him to "observe" the blonde goat's (mace's) reaction?

"...Okay." Su Rui uttered a short, cold syllable from behind the mask, which was taken as agreement.

A hint of expectation flashed in SilverAsh's eyes as he stepped aside and gestured for him to enter. "Your Excellency, please."

Led by SilverAsh and guarded by Mace (along with Ensia Silverash's excited following), Su Rui entered the warm and luxurious main hall of the SilverAsh Family. He didn't go to SilverAsh's cold and solemn office, but was instead led to a more comfortable reception room next door, decorated with expensive tapestries and furniture, with a fireplace burning brightly.

Servants quickly brought in steaming hot black tea and several plates of delicate refreshments. SilverAsh sat down in the main seat, while Jian stood like a statue to his left and right, his gaze still sharply fixed on Su Rui. Ensia Silverash, on the other hand, naturally sat down on the sofa next to Su Rui and even pushed a plate of delicious-looking, savory cheese biscuits in front of Su Rui, whispering, "These are very tasty, would you like to try some?"

Su Rui glanced at her but didn't touch the tea and snacks. He was now in the role of an "envoy" and needed to maintain a certain distance and mystery. However, the corners of his mouth under the mask curved almost imperceptibly. This younger sister, she's... not afraid of strangers at all.

SilverAsh picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and then his gaze fell on the still-rolled "Ice Crystal Scroll" that he had casually placed on the low table beside him.

"The ' Frostwind Edict ' sent by His Excellency the Envoy," SilverAsh spoke slowly, breaking the silence in the room. His gaze shifted from the scroll to the eyes behind Su Rui's mask, his tone calm yet carrying a knowing composure, "SilverAsh... has received it. And... understands it."

"Did you understand?" A sharp glint flashed in Su Rui's dark eyes behind his mask. He sat up straight, waiting for SilverAsh to continue. Even the amber vertical pupils of the man beside him twitched slightly, as if he too was waiting for the family head's interpretation. Only Ensia Silverash looked curiously at her brother, then at Su Rui, seemingly still not fully understanding the situation.

SilverAsh put down his teacup, leaned back slightly, and his gray-blue eyes gleamed with a light that mixed wisdom, awe, and a hint of... self-mockery.

"This decree is Blank," SilverAsh's voice, clear and deep in the warm room, said, "It's not that Lord Kjeragandr has nothing to say, nor that His will is incapable of being expressed in words. Quite the opposite..."

He paused, his gaze returning to the Blank scroll, his tone becoming even more solemn:

"This Blank scroll itself is an oracle. It represents... the snowstorm of Kjerag itself."

"The wind and snow themselves are silent, formless, and invisible, yet they can cover everything, shape everything, and also... bury everything, destroy everything," SilverAsh said slowly, as if expounding an ancient Istina. "They are impartial and selfless, falling on the Holy Mountain, and also on every valley, forest, and pasture. They are both a gift, nourishing all things; and a test, tempering all beings."

He looked up at Su Rui, the self-mockery in his grey-blue eyes deepening.

"Lord Kjeragandr bestowed this ' Blank snowstorm' to remind us, to remind everyone in Kjerag —that the land beneath our feet, the power, wealth, and even life itself we possess, did not come from nowhere, nor were they our due."

"The forest hunting grounds of the Browntail Family, the high-altitude pastures of the Perroch Family, the mines and trade routes of my SilverAsh Family..." SilverAsh's voice carried a strange heaviness, "... all of this is built upon the land of Kjerag, bathed in the snow and wind bestowed by Lord Kjeragandr. Our rights do not come from the bravery or strategy of our ancestors, nor from the nobility of our bloodline or the strength of our contracts..."

He paused, then spoke his final conclusion, word by word, his voice clear and firm:

"... Our rights come from Kjeragandr's permission. They come from our ability to care for and protect this land, and... the people of this land, just as the wind and snow nourish and temper all things."

"Lord Kjeragandr isn't giving us specific instructions, but rather... scrutinizing us." SilverAsh's gaze swept over the mace, then seemed to pierce through the wall, looking towards the distant territories of Browntail and Perrochi. "He is watching whether, beneath this seemingly calm but turbulent snowstorm, we, the families endowed with 'rights,' still remember our 'duty,' whether we are still fulfilling our initial and most fundamental 'responsibility'—to care for the people and protect Kjerag."

"This Blank scroll is a mirror," SilverAsh concluded, his tone regaining its calmness yet carrying an undeniable certainty. "It reflects not the will of the gods, but... our own hearts and actions. When we fight endlessly over mines, hunting grounds, and water sources, even scheming and plotting against each other, what we see in this 'mirror' is only our own greed, shortsightedness, and... blasphemy against the permission of the gods."

"But when we shift our focus from pointless struggles and turn it back to the land and people we protect, and consider how to make Kjerag more prosperous and peaceful amidst the snow and wind, this 'mirror' may... reflect a different picture."

Volume 18, Chapter 1179: Direct Access to Heaven's Hearing

After SilverAsh finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence. The only sounds were the crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace and the faint sound of wind and snow outside the window.

A thoughtful glint flashed in Jian's amber vertical pupils. His initial wariness of Su Rui seemed to have shifted slightly due to this profound understanding. Ensia Silverash nodded as if she understood, but she also felt that what her brother said made a lot of sense, yet... it seemed very profound.

And Su Rui...

His dark eyes, hidden behind the mask, gazed intently at SilverAsh. A complex mix of emotions surged within him.

He hadn't expected that SilverAsh could decipher such profound, so... "politically correct," yet seemingly core "divine will" from a Blank scroll. This was not merely a conjecture about the will of the gods, but more like... a politician's "enlightenment" grounded in the reality of Kjerag, imbued with strong self-reflection and cautionary meaning.

This SilverAsh... is indeed extraordinary. He's deep-thinking, has a sharp eye, and... seems to genuinely possess a sense of responsibility towards this land that transcends mere family interests? Or perhaps, a grander ambition and aspiration? In any case, his interpretation is undoubtedly the "standard answer" that best aligns with Kjeragandr's expectations (or rather, Yela's).

No wonder Yela said, "They'll understand." Perhaps, those who truly "understand" are those in power like SilverAsh. As for the heads of the Browntail and Perrochi families, even if they don't understand at first, they will probably have no choice but to "understand" under SilverAsh's "interpretation" (or rather, pressure).

Su Rui suddenly realized that Yela's decision to send him the "Blank Snowstorm" might not just be a warning or a statement, but rather... a screening and confirmation? Confirming whether SilverAsh was truly the "collaborator" who could understand and was willing to, to some extent, implement the "will of the gods" (or, in other words, who aligned with Kjerag's long-term interests)?

Interesting. The corners of Su Rui's mouth curved almost imperceptibly again beneath his mask. This "game of the gods" seemed even more interesting than he had imagined.

"Master... you are quite right." Su Rui finally spoke, his tone still that cold, aria-like quality, but there seemed to be a barely perceptible hint of... approval? Or perhaps, the relief of "mission accomplished"? "The divine message has been delivered; its interpretation... lies in the hearts of men. Kjeragandr... looks forward to seeing a new scene beneath the snowstorm of Kjerag."

His words were ambiguous, seemingly both an affirmation of SilverAsh's interpretation and a mere reiteration of the "god's" expectations.

A barely perceptible glint flashed in his SilverAsh, grey-blue eyes. He noticed the subtle change in Su Rui's tone. This mysterious envoy seemed... to have accepted his understanding?

"Please rest assured, Your Excellency, and please also convey to Lady Kjeragandr," SilverAsh stood up, bowed slightly to Su Rui, and said solemnly, "The SilverAsh Family will heed the divine decree, fulfill its duties, and prioritize the well-being of Kjerag and its people. As for the previous disturbances... SilverAsh will handle them properly and will certainly not cause the gods and the saintess any worry."

This can be considered... a statement and a promise. A promise to handle the conflict with the other two companies properly and not let the situation escalate to the point of affecting the peace of the Holy Mountain.

Su Rui nodded and stood up. His mission was completely complete.

"Very well then," Su Rui said, preparing to take her leave.

"Is Your Excellency leaving already?" Ensia Silverash stood up reluctantly, looking at Su Rui with pleading eyes. "Won't you stay a little longer? The snow outside seems to be getting heavier..."

Su Rui glanced at her, then at Jian, who remained as still as a statue, but whose gaze seemed more... complex (tinged with inquiry, wariness, and perhaps a hint of contemplation triggered by the patriarch's interpretation?).

"My duty is done, and I cannot stay any longer," Su Rui replied in a cold tone. Then, he nodded slightly to SilverAsh and gave Ensia Silverash an almost imperceptible nod as a farewell.

Then, without lingering, he turned and walked towards the door of the reception room. The hem of his black tuxedo drew a graceful arc, and his tail swayed gently behind him.

SilverAsh, Mace, and Ensia Silverash escorted him to the main building entrance.

Standing on the steps, watching the increasingly blurred black figure disappear back into the snowstorm, a glint of light flashed in his SilverAsh -gray-blue eyes. He whispered to the attendant beside him, "Pass down the order: in my name, formally invite the heads of the Browntail and Perroch Family to a second round of talks in three days at the council chamber of the Karlan Trade Co.. The topic... shall be 'How to discuss the future development of Kjerag under the watchful eye of Kjeragandr.'"

"Yes, Master," Jian replied in a deep voice, her gaze still following the black dot disappearing into the snowstorm. That mysterious messenger... This time, it seemed she wasn't given the chance to "pinch his ear"? Was it because his status was different now? Or...?

She touched the pair of cold, curved black ram horns on the top of her head, and a barely perceptible, almost regretful glint flashed in her amber vertical pupils.

Ensia Silverash waved to the wind and snow, whispered "Goodbye," her eyes filled with blessings and anticipation for her "new friend."

In the wind and snow, Su Rui's figure completely disappeared. But this time, the arrival of the "messenger" and the "Blank Frostwind Edict" have thrown a heavy stone into the SilverAsh Family and even the upper echelons of Kjerag. The ripples it has stirred up are quietly spreading and changing some predetermined trajectories.

On his way back to Holy Mountain, Su Rui was in a rather good mood. The mission went smoothly, SilverAsh got a perfect score on his "reading comprehension," and he even got to "observe" the unusually "well-behaved" appearance of that blond goat (Mace). As for whether Yela was satisfied or not... that was none of his concern.

All he wanted now was to get back quickly, take off this "work uniform" that, while powerful, made him feel incredibly uncomfortable, and then... maybe ask Enya for some good food to reward himself as the "messenger of the gods" who had been on a "hard-working business trip"?

"Hmm, that's a good idea." A hint of pleasure flashed in Su Rui's eyes, and she unconsciously quickened her pace.

Since the day the "messenger of the gods" descended and bestowed the "Blank Frostwind Edict," the atmosphere within the Silverash Manor seemed to have undergone a subtle shift. Beneath the surface tranquility, a more cautious and pragmatic undercurrent was surging. On SilverAsh's (Enciodes Silverash) schedule, preparations for the second round of talks with the Browntail and Perrochi families were given the highest priority. The manor's security forces were quietly redeployed, and targeted investigations and intelligence analyses were being intensified in secret. Everyone could sense that beneath the patriarch's seemingly calm exterior lay a more composed and resolute power, poised to be unleashed.

Volume 18, Chapter 1180: Someone is peeping.

However, in this atmosphere that is slightly somber because of the "divine oracle," there is a small world that still maintains the warm sunshine of innocence and carefree joy—that is the greenhouse of the third young lady Ensia Silverash, and her newly confirmed "new friend" from the Holy Mountain, with fluffy ears and a tail.

Two days had passed since the envoy's visit. That afternoon, a rare warm winter sun pierced through the thin clouds and shone on the land of the Silverash Manor, slightly dispelling the chill in the air. Inside the greenhouse, it was even warmer than spring, with sunlight filtering through the transparent dome and casting dappled, dancing spots of light among the lush plants and misty vapors.