February 15th, 2023

After spending one day in the inner region, sidetracked by the plethora of spirit herbs, Albion and Fenriri arrived on the western outskirts of the Elf Tribe of Elvaraden.

A group of docile spirit beasts accompanied them.

At the same time, their presence quickly drew the attention of alchemy apprentices on herb-picking duties as Albion's appearance enraptured them, males and females, alike.

A few female apprentices even dropped their baskets in a daze before they eventually started gossiping quietly to each other.

"Oh, holy mother of nature, is that the rumored handsome elf that was spotted yesterday? How can someone have such a perfect appearance?"

"That… He should be royalty, right? I think only royal members with the purest of royal bloodlines could have such an appearance. Why hasn't anyone come forward to escort this prince to our tribe?"

"I think it has something to do with the Dark Lord's arrival. The king has been uneased with the Dark Lord's location remaining unknown despite being spotted outside the forest."

"I heard the king mobilized many tribesmen to find the Dark Lord in the outer region of the forest but still failed to find the Dark Lord…"

As the female alchemy apprentices gossiped about recent matters, they were suddenly interrupted by the youngest princess of their elf tribe, Princess Cylia.

"What are you all talking about?"

"P-Princess Cylia!"

The female alchemy apprentices stuttered with surprise before flashing a glance at Albion in the distance, causing Princess Cylia and her two escorts to glanced over as well.

Ba-dump!

Princess Cylia's heart thumped as she laid eyes on Albion's handsome face before holding her hand over her chest, surprised by her heartbeat and her body's rising temperature.

'What's wrong with me? This couldn't be love at first sight, right?' Cylia was at a loss with regard to her feelings.

Most elves who have seen Albion's face also felt an immediate attraction to him. He had simply made himself too handsome and perfect.

Despite that, not a single elf had approached him for a conversation until now.

"That's the rumored handsome elf? He doesn't seem to be from our tribe, but he is much more handsome than what I heard from my brother in the scout team," one of the female escorts whispered.

"Mm, mm!" the other female escort nodded enthusiastically before saying, "Your brother is, after all, a guy. Of course, he might have been jealous."

"I can see why he might be. His little sister's heart might just be snatched by this person. Should I go up and ask for his name?"

"Can't you see the look in the princess's eyes? Are you going to compete with the princess for—Ah! Princess, please wait for us!"

The two escorts quickly ended their short talk before chasing after their princess, who made the bold choice of approaching Albion.

Although Albion's eyes were fixed on a patch of spirit herbs, the elves' approach did not go unnoticed.

"Can I help you?"

The question came from Albion, seeing as Princess Cylia's body froze on the spot after her eyes aligned with Albion.

Nevertheless, Princess Cylia quickly bit her lips and mustered up her courage as she could not remain quiet forever.

"Excuse me, may I ask if you are from around here?" Cylia asked.

"I am not." Albion shook his head and said, "I've come from another city of mixed races connected to this world via a portal. After hearing about a tribe of elves around here, I found myself visiting this place. I'm not intruding, am I?"

"Not at all!" Cylia firmly stated with an increasingly red face as blood rushed to her head before she added, "You are more than welcome here, sir…"

"Albion. You can call me Albion, and this is Fenriri."

"T-Then you can call me Cylia, Sir Albion."

Shortly after the two did their quick introduction, Celia made an offer to Albion with proper etiquette befitting of a royal member despite her flustered look.

"If Sir Albion doesn't mind, I can be your guide to our tribe."

"I would be most gracious if you do, Cylia." Albion returned a humble bow with a smile.

Seeing that the beautiful lady in front of him did not have simple status, he saw no reason to refuse the person's offer.

He was contemplating how to enter the tribe without going through heavy inspection and interrogation after seeing the security at the entrance.

Cylia's offer could be said to have saved him the trouble of all that.

After receiving Albion's answer, Cylia was ecstatic before she impulsively blurted, "A-And also, please go out with me!"

"…"

There was a brief silence before one of the two female escorts whispered with a teasing look, "Oh, my… Our little princess is so bold~!"

Poof!

In that instant, Princess Cylia was so flustered, she overheated. It was as if a mushroom cloud exploded on top of her head.

"S-Sir Albion, I-I d-didn't mean…"

Cylia stuttered for an excuse. Her head spun round and round in circles as she felt extreme embarrassment and anxiety.

Nevertheless, Albion was both surprised and amused by the sudden confession. They only just met, but Cylia's emotions were very transparent.

Being the first person to ever confess to him, Albion found it difficult to reject the person. In fact, he intended to accept and reciprocate the person's feelings.

In his past life, it was very easy for him to like a person, especially if it was a beautiful girl. The only prerequisite was that they liked him first.

'It seems spring has come. When the time comes, don't reject it. Embrace it,' Albion thought.

However, just as Albion had thoughts of answering, he had a sudden realization, causing his eyes to widen slowly.

Since his transmigration, he has met many beautiful women and seen even more in the Dark Emperor's memories.

However, he only had an appreciation for beauty and never felt any attraction to them.

The emotion called love was completely nonexistent, along with all feelings that could make his little brother stand up.

'Is this also due to the Dark Emperor's influence?'

In that instant, it was as if the Dark Emperor was still alive and whispered in his ears, "Kekeke, that's right! With this Emperor around, you can forget about ever getting it to stand, kiddo! Muahahaha!"

Puchi!

Albion suffered critical damage due to his own imagination as he dropped to his knees. The mental blow was too much.

Was he destined to be a wizard forever in this lifetime?!

F*ck!!!

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