Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

“I know he’s the partner chosen by your soul.”

“Otherwise, there’s no way I could’ve tolerated him touching you with those hands for this long!”

Accompanied by a furious, teeth-gritted response, the damaged wooden door on the first floor was kicked open from outside.

Syl walked in with an icy expression.

This Pure-Blood Elf possessed dazzling platinum-blonde long hair and a tall, voluptuous figure. The tightly fitted mage robe on her body perfectly outlined her proud curves.

In truth, she had already arrived at Graystone Town this evening.

After receiving news in White River City that her niece had fainted in the wilderness, she had anxiously traveled overnight using the Guild’s teleportation array.

The moment she arrived at the manor, she heard Yuna say that Cecilia had gone out alone with a male adventurer.

A bad premonition immediately surged within Syl’s heart.

When she followed the residual mana traces and arrived outside Lance’s house, it just happened to be the exact moment Lance was helping Cecilia put on the pendant in the darkness.She had originally wanted to directly break down the door and interrupt the ambiguous scene.

But immediately afterward, she heard Cecilia’s bold confession.

As the aunt who had raised Cecilia since childhood, how could she possibly fail to hear the intense love overflowing from her niece’s voice?

In order to protect Cecilia’s newly blossoming Elven heart from being cruelly crushed—

Syl practically bit her silver teeth to pieces while forcibly suppressing the urge deep inside her heart to rush in and burn this “blond brat” to ashes.

She had even stood alone in the cold wind outside, tears flowing down her face while desperately comforting herself in her heart.

Forget it.

As long as Cecilia felt happy, then that was enough.

Even if they kissed… even if they made out, she could barely endure it!

At worst, once they returned to White River City, she could slowly test this brat afterward!

Thus, as an elder, she respected her niece’s emotional choice and endured her temper while secretly eavesdropping outside for a very long time.

Listening to the sounds coming from inside the house, even Syl herself became red-faced and embarrassed.

At her age, she had never experienced such intimate situations before.

After all, when she herself had been in her Flowering Period, she had not attended the clan’s matchmaking festival at all, instead choosing to lock herself inside a laboratory researching Evocation School spells.

In the end, she directly wasted her precious mating period and became an older single Elf.

Just when Syl thought the warmth inside the room had finally ended and planned to knock on the door to bring Cecilia back to the manor—

She never could have imagined that this suicidal man would actually say he wanted to bring Cecilia upstairs to rest?!

Upstairs?!

A lone man and woman! Swept up in passion! Going into a single man’s bedroom?!

The string named rationality inside Syl’s mind completely snapped at this moment.

She felt that if she continued enduring things outside like this any longer, by this time next year she might directly become a great-aunt already!

Cecilia forced her still weakened legs to move as she ran to her aunt’s side.

She reached out and tightly grabbed Syl’s sleeve while tearfully begging her to let Lance down from the wall.

Seeing the obedient niece she had treasured in the palm of her hand since childhood—who normally did not even dare speak loudly—now crying so miserably and pitifully for the sake of an outside man—

Syl’s heart fiercely tightened, and instinctive softness flashed through her eyes.

However—

When she raised her head along the damaged wall, her gaze passing across the ruined debris to see that black-haired young man pinned tightly against the wall—

An inexplicable fury surged violently into her head once again.

It was this face! This bastard!

Without a word, he had stolen away the precious cabbage she painstakingly raised for so many years!

Syl viciously clenched her teeth and coldly declared:

“I’m also going to hang him outside in the cold wind. I won’t let him down until he’s hung there for at least half an hour.”

The amount of mental torment she had suffered in the cold wind outside earlier—

She now intended to make Lance repay every single bit of it without the slightest difference.

No matter how much Cecilia begged, Syl maintained a firm expression and remained completely unmoved.

Cecilia understood very clearly in her heart.

Her aunt was currently venting emotions completely. The more she pleaded on Lance’s behalf, the fiercer the flames inside her aunt’s heart would burn.

But seeing Lance trapped within the stone wall in such a miserable state genuinely hurt Cecilia’s heart unbearably.

Syl shook off her niece’s hand and walked step by step into the ruined courtyard.

Looking at Lance suspended in midair under the firm control of Grasp of Restraint, Syl let out a cold laugh.

“Bring her upstairs to rest?”

“A trashy lower-class adventurer struggling for a few copper coins in a border town, a useless nobody who doesn’t even possess professional certification.”

“You think you’re worthy of her?”

The moment those words left her mouth—

Syl suddenly felt something strange about the atmosphere around her.

Wait a second…

Why did these words sound so familiar?

Wasn’t this exactly the brain-dead dialogue spoken by those villainous nobles destined to get slapped in the face later in those third-rate travel novels she used to read?!

But now that the harsh words had already been spoken in front of the younger generation, she absolutely could not lose momentum!

Syl could only grit her teeth and forcefully maintain that cold, arrogant expression as she stared fixedly at Lance.

She tried to see cowardice and retreat upon the young man’s face in order to recover at least a little of her dignity as an elder.

At this moment—

Standing nearby, Cecilia realized her verbal pleading had already completely lost effectiveness.

She bit her lip, a trace of determination flashing through her eyes.

The girl directly ran in front of Lance, both hands extended flat toward the purple mana force field.

First-Ring Spell, 【Arcane Dissolution】.

This was a unique spell belonging exclusively to the Rosenthal Family.

It possessed no direct killing power, but it could dismantle spell structures cast by others.

However, this spell possessed a fatal flaw—

The burden it placed upon the caster’s Spirit Attribute was extraordinarily enormous.

At almost the exact instant Syl sensed the mana fluctuations, she reached out in terror to forcibly pull Cecilia away.

This high-difficulty spell was extremely dangerous. A slight mistake could result in mana backlash.

In fact, before Cecilia had even left the academy to come to Graystone Town for her internship, she still had not fully mastered this complicated model.

But her aunt’s movements were still one step too slow.

The instant the spell finished casting, a streak of crimson nosebleed directly flowed from Cecilia’s nostrils.

The immense mental pressure instantly caused her small face to become deathly pale.

Fortunately, this was also thanks to Lance having performed deep mana restoration for her through intimate contact earlier.

Her body currently stored extremely abundant active mana.

Otherwise, in her normal state, even draining every last drop of mana from her body probably would not have been enough to support the release of such a difficult dismantling spell.

The purple restraint field began showing unstable distortions.