Chapter 161: I Just Love Your Bad Side

Rayne sneaked back into the camp.

It was Eve who noticed him first. "Little Prince, are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Rayne hurriedly said to her. "Come on, let's take the fruits and leave immediately."

"That won't do."

Linwen walked out from a nearby tent. "I still need your help with something."

Rayne's face fell. "What else do you want?"

"I want you to teach me the Solitary Sword Technique."

Linwen's words were startling.

What? Rayne froze. The Solitary Sword Technique? An upright person like his royal brother actually wanted to learn this kind of swordplay?

Rayne looked at Linwen suspiciously. "Do you want to strip people's clothes off too?"

"Useful things must be learned," Linwen said. The Solitary Sword Technique had a rather poor reputation, but it was genuinely useful, whether dealing with enemies or for use against adults when—

"I suppose I could, but..." Rayne walked a circle around Linwen. "Do you even know how to use a sword?"

"I can use this."

An arrow materialized at Linwen's fingertip.

"Are you going to modify the Solitary Sword Technique?"

Rayne hesitated, but seeing Linwen's chilling demeanor, he nodded. After all, having just used the Boundless Divine Art to launch a sneak attack, he felt a bit guilty.

However, modifying the Solitary Sword Technique was no easy feat. Even if Linwen was a genius, it would still require prolonged study.

Rayne taught the Solitary Sword Technique to Linwen.

The next day, as he and Eve were eating breakfast, Reinhardt rushed in excitedly. "Supreme King, I want to go to the Fairy Realm with you!"

The noblewoman followed closely beside him. The lady smiled at Rayne, "This child wants to toughen himself up. I hope you can protect him."

Wait a minute, you aren't even my sister-in-law yet, how can you make decisions for me without authorization?!

Rayne felt a bit displeased. Linwen opened the tent and walked out. "Rayne, I've mastered the Solitary Sword Technique."

"What?"

Rayne was so startled he choked down three pieces of bread. How was that possible? Only a single night had passed!

"I don't believe it! Is there any proof?"

"Proof?"

Linwen frowned slightly. The noblewoman beside him spoke up, "I am the proof. I was his target practice for the arrows."

"Mother!" Reinhardt knew what the Solitary Sword Technique was. Hearing that his own mother had actually cooperated with Linwen, he stared at his mother in shock. "How could you—"

The young prince could not accept this reality. He turned around and ran off in a fury.

"Reinhardt!"

The noblewoman turned and chased after him.

Rayne watched their retreating figures. "Royal brother, to what stage have you two progressed now?"

"What stage?" Linwen's brows furrowed deeply. He knew what Rayne was implying.

"Rayne, if you talk nonsense again, I'm going to take action!"

Linwen's face darkened. "She and I are friends. This is my final warning to you."

"Do friends act as test subjects?"

Rayne rolled his eyes at Linwen. That lie was far too obvious. "Eve, do you believe him?"

"...I believe it."

Eve hesitated before answering. The First Prince's expression toward the lady seemed completely normal, but as for the noblewoman... she couldn't quite tell yet.

"Even you are taking his side."

Rayne looked at Eve with dissatisfaction, but never mind—he had more important matters to attend to now.

"I can't stay in this place any longer."

Rayne prepared to leave. He had no desire to take Reinhardt with him, and if he stayed, all his spells would end up being learned by Linwen.

"Royal brother, leave those four fellows with you."

Rayne also decided against taking the fruits.

"I have a Universe-Moving Scroll here."

He retrieved a summoning scroll from his ring and handed it to Linwen. "When I need them, help me send them over."

"Where did you get this scroll?" Linwen asked, inspecting the parchment.

"Got it from the mages last night."

Rayne replied that some Elven mages were also there lending a hand, and they had pestered him to teach them the Pristine Sunlight Art, in exchange for which Rayne acquired the scroll from them.

Leaving the fruits behind was also their suggestion; those four fruits would only draw unnecessary trouble to Rayne, so it was better to leave them here.

Linwen put away the scroll. "Before you arrived, I also dispatched troops to search for the Fairy Realm. You can join forces with them once you find them."

Rayne was astonished. "You're searching for the Fairy Realm too?"

"We've been investigating for a long time." Linwen had long noticed the werewolves stealthily searching for something, but only learned two days ago that it was the Fairy Realm.

Upon discovering it was the Fairy Realm, he immediately sent men out.

The team Linwen dispatched consisted entirely of elves, led by Yilei, the Prince of the Night Elf Kingdom.

"So it was him!"

Rayne's face lit up with joy. "Where are they now?"

"They've probably already entered the Fairy Realm," Linwen replied. The previous night, that airship had been the first to discover the location of the Fairy Realm. The werewolves tracked the airship's trajectory and went inside, followed closely by the elves.

"They've all gone in!?"

Rayne was shocked. He had thought he was the only one with a map. That airship must have belonged to Leda.

"Royal brother, why didn't you tell me sooner? You've wasted my time!"

Rayne grew anxious. What if the World Tree's spark was seized by the werewolves?

He hurriedly finished his breakfast and set off with Eve.

Meanwhile, Lance, who had been tortured by the harpies for over a dozen hours, was finally rescued.

"Thank you, beauty! You're truly a good person!"

The young Paladin looked at the female werewolf with profound gratitude. He had never dreamed he would be rescued by the enemy, and he was deeply moved.

"It's nothing. You told me about something good, too." The female werewolf handed him a roasted deer leg. "The Fairy Realm—I wouldn't have known where to chase him without you telling me."

Lance accepted the roasted deer leg. "But beauty, you mustn't tell anyone that I was the one who told you, or I'll surely be beaten to death."

"How could that be? I'll keep your secret."

The female werewolf said.

"This woman is truly naive."

Lance thought as he ate the roasted meat. Although he had been forced to tell her the prophet's destination to secure his rescue, Lance had no intention of betraying the prophet. He had his own plans; he found this female werewolf quite attractive and remarkably gullible.

He was most adept at dealing with women of this sort, so Lance decided to accompany her to the Fairy Realm and along the way...

"Heh heh..."

Lance's eyebrows twitched slightly.

The female werewolf noticed this. "Are you full?"

"Time to hit the road?"

Lance quickly finished the deer leg. "I'm full, let's go!"

The female werewolf turned and called out, "White Dragon!"

"As you command, mistress."

The snow-white giant dragon extended a claw and snatched Lance up. Lance blinked in surprise. "Can you change the posture?"

"No need!"

The white dragon soared up to the cliffside and tossed him across. Immediately, the harpies—who had been too intimidated by the dragon's might to approach—clamored and lunged forward, catching Lance and dragging him back to their nest.

"Aren't you here to rescue me?!"

Lance struggled fiercely.

"I never said that."

The female werewolf leaped onto the white dragon's back, and the dragon roared with laughter as it took flight.

"I just love your wicked side, mistress. You are definitely the wickedest person in the world, deliberately feeding him up just to throw him to the harpies."