Alesia, who always seemed to inadvertently catch Mil's gaze beneath his mask, proactively brought up, "You don't have to worry; we don't exclude people who use Dark attribute magic. But if you join Cultists to perform live sacrifices and summon demons, that's a different matter entirely."
Saying that, she stood up and stretched, her abdominal muscles clearly visible on her waist.
"In places far from the Holy City, there are many who take shortcuts through the Abyss. They don't care who they sell their souls to, nor where they go after death."
After listening, Mil frowned slightly and tentatively asked, "But aren't those who dabble in the Abyss also a significant potential threat?"
"Hmph... The Demon God's Child has been dead for over a thousand years. Unless the seal of the chaos holy stone is broken, it's impossible for him to suddenly rise up and order others to do evil."
After speaking, Alesia suddenly turned her head again, "However... those who take shortcuts through the Abyss will try to stay away from the Holy City, unless you are a Cultists and intend to target the chaos holy stone?"
"You're joking, I haven't even said I'm a Black Magician!"
"Since you're not a Black Magician, why would you use skills across attributes?"
"Personal reasons."
Mil certainly wouldn't admit it. Alesia sighed and said, with one hand on her hip, "Alright... but just a reminder, the last group of Black Magicians who caused trouble in the Holy City have already been rounded up by Mil."
"Let's... not talk about that."
Mil awkwardly rubbed his hands and quickly changed the subject, "Oh, right, why is Dark Knight on the profession list?"
"During the Holy War, there was a group of knights who, despite everything, used the power of the Abyss to fight against the Abyss. Later, the Church, to commemorate them, exceptionally allowed the existence of this profession. However, they don't approach the Holy City now either."
Hearing this, Mil was a bit surprised. It seemed that in places far from the Holy City, the atmosphere was indeed quite different.
"But... betraying the Abyss comes with a severe price, doesn't it?"
"That was a thousand years ago. Current Dark Knights don't need to take that risk. We've strayed from the topic. Welcome to the Adventurers' Association. Do you have a purpose for joining us...?"
Alesia crossed her arms, her eyebrows slightly raised, but Mil said very sincerely, "I want to form an adventure team and try my luck in the ruins."
"Understood. You can come pick up your emblem tomorrow afternoon. But I still warn you, exploring ruins is very dangerous..."
"Alright, thank you. I will keep that in mind. Thank you for your trouble today. It's getting late, so I'll take my leave now."
After speaking, Mil also stood up, ready to leave. Alesia suddenly spoke again, "Oh, right, you and Mil are from the same school, aren't you?"
"Yes, you noticed that too?"
"Hmm... It's nothing, I just asked casually."
After speaking, Alesia nodded thoughtfully, watching Mil leave the room.
Downstairs, Mil glanced at the recruitment board. The progress of the ruin exploration quests on it seemed to be low.
His eyes scanned around, and although he didn't find any ruins with a dragon heart, he quickly discovered several extremely valuable exploration targets, containing precious natural treasures worth a fortune...
The most important of these was the Dragon Crystal Marrow from the Inverted Cavern Underground Palace. This item could significantly improve the quality of the dragon heart.
The night permeated Laiyata Estate, and the wisteria on the stone steps cast dark blue shadows.
It was past seven in the evening when Mil returned to Laiyata Estate, but an unfamiliar carriage was parked outside his home.
Walking forward through the night, he saw a familiar figure on the other side of the carriage...
"Little rascal!"
Mil's boot heel crushed withered leaves, startling the sparrows under the eaves. He strode towards the shadow of the carriage, sternly reprimanding, "What are you doing running to our doorstep?"
Fafner turned at the sound, his silver-white hair flowing like moonlight with his movement.
His pleated skirt rippled, and his knees, encased in black stockings, unconsciously drew together. He slowly lifted his long eyelashes, trembling slightly, "Mil! I came to find you."
"Do you want another beating?"
"No, I want to ask you how to become a man like you?"
"Hmph... With your appearance, it's impossible in this lifetime."
Mil snorted, then glared at him fiercely, and turned to go home.
But Fafner called out unwillingly, "Why? Mil, I'll be an adult in just over a month, and I truly love Miss Alice!"
Hearing this, Mil suddenly paused, hope flickering in his eyes, and turned back to ask, "How much longer until you're an adult?"
"Just over a month... 42 days!"
Fafner was full of excitement, but Mil was calculating in his heart...
In other words, in 42 days, his dragon heart would be ready for action?
Shang Yang knows the strength of horses, Bigan knows the hearts of men!
Then, Mil cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, speaking of which... it's not impossible, it just depends on whether you can work hard."
"I can! Miss Alice is the destination of my soul!"
Fafner pounded his chest, making a solemn vow, his pleated skirt gently swaying in the night wind, his silver ponytail faintly visible behind him.
Mil couldn't help but curve his lips into a sinister smile, which looked particularly eerie in the night...
"Then, starting tomorrow, I'll have to help you improve your quality..."
"What quality?"
"Hehe... Of course, the quality of being a man!"
As he spoke, he slowly approached Fafner, originally wanting to pinch his shoulder to see his bones and muscles.
But Fafner sensitively dodged away...
"Sorry... I..."
Blushing, he pressed down his fluttering skirt.
And the maid behind Fafner explained, "Mil, His Highness Fafner is not accustomed to physical contact with men, please do not make it difficult for him."
"Ah? If even basic contact isn't allowed, how can I train him?"
"Mil, we are very happy that you are willing to cultivate His Highness Fafner's masculinity, but physical contact isn't necessary, is it?"
"Why isn't it necessary? I think it is!"
Mil insisted, but the maid's expression suddenly turned cold and stern, her piercing gaze having a condescending feel.
"His Highness Fafner is a noble Dragon Prince. Please do not disrupt our plans for his future training."
Saying that, she stepped forward and gently held Fafner's shoulder. Fafner trembled all over, cautiously retreating a step, seemingly lowering his head as if in fear.
Mil, however, snorted coldly, "Heh... just you? The Mistletoe Magic Society, a bunch of clowns from a circus. Telling jokes is one thing, but training a prince? Only you yourselves know what you're really training!"
"Those who do not understand the greatness of comedy will pay a heavy price."
The maid said lightly, then suddenly pulled open the carriage door, "His Highness Fafner, it's getting late, it's time to go home."
Fafner silently turned with his head down. Before getting into the carriage, he secretly looked back at Mil, his complex gaze, whether envy or loneliness, was unclear and indescribable...
The airflow generated by the speeding carriage swept down wisteria petals, and Mil's anger flared. A mere maid dared to show disrespect in front of the Demon God's Child?
