Lysandra was initially very emotional, lost in her untold sadness, regret, and helplessness. She was deeply in her melancholy state over the fate of the entire Celestia... but after a long while, she suddenly felt something was very strange.
She glanced around and noticed that the atmosphere within the room was too odd.
She could even see some pink and red bubbly hearts floating around.
'Where did those come from?' She was confused, as that was definitely not the Array she had planted.
So, she focused and noticed that those fluffy feelings were surrounding the two in front of her.
The human boy was staring at her lovely, cute daughter blankly, and her sweetest daughter, Elara—who was initially sitting with a dignified, ladylike posture—had already leaned forward, with one hand on the bed for support, and was staring straight at the boy's face. She seemed to be moving closer and closer...
Lysandra, too, went into a daze.
'What is this? What the hell is going on?'
She soon woke up, and her cheeks flushed. She knew exactly what was happening!
Her sweetest daughter was being robbed right in front of her! And Elara was cooperating with her kidnapper!
'Oh my, what has gone into my daughter? No matter what, she had never lost her senses like this. A-am I really getting a human son-in-law?! They don't even know each other's names!'
Lysandra had had enough!
She coughed and thundered, "Wake up, you little brats!"
Elara came back to her senses. She had natural reddish cheeks ever since she was born, but currently, she felt that her entire face was burning like the sun.
She swiftly lowered her head with guilt but then secretly sneaked a peek at Eric once again before looking down.
She still hadn't had enough and wished to raise her face back up, but with great willpower, she held back with a completely red face.
She was extremely reluctant to look away from the boy—almost as if her whole life and soul wished to stare at him forever. She didn't think she'd had enough time looking just now.
'Ahh... So embarrassing... What will Mother think of me staring at another boy... I-I think it's better I don't think more of this, or my face would burst!'
Elara could no longer look anywhere other than her feet, but then she noticed she had come so close to the boy without realizing it—so close she could only see his bed. She quickly pulled back to admire her beautiful feet.
'Hm... They are healthy and fair enough, even though I've only been barefoot since coming to this heart-shaped island...'
Elara blushed again, recalling the shape of the island, and 'tried' to hide her face by lowering it further and digging it deeply into her bosom.
Lysandra could clearly see her daughter's condition, and all she could do was sigh internally.
'Mother's loneliness, only a mother will know...'
She glared back at the human boy who had robbed her daughter's first fluffy-fluffy feelings with great annoyance.
'Hmm? Now that I think... Isn't my lovely daughter completely screwed!?'
A thunderbolt struck Lysandra's head as she suddenly recalled something she had long forgotten.
She quickly shook her head and decided to think on that later.
Eric had already come back to his senses. He was always aware of what was going on—it was just that he was enjoying that lovely sensation while not losing his balance either. He was an expert in this!
But leaving that aside, Eric was quite confused as to how he had gotten here, what had happened before, and what he had been doing earlier...
Suddenly, Eric's eyes widened, and he quickly glanced back at the lingerie-clad woman. Her lips were twitching, but that wasn't what he was looking for—her ears were! Then he turned to his new crush beside him, whose head seemed to be digging into her own chest, but her ears were still visible—and very cute and completely red. He almost wanted to lick and slowly chew on those ears—ahem.
He quickly averted his gaze in case he actually ended up doing that. It was just too tempting for some unknown reason.
After confirming what he was seeing, Eric felt a headache rising.
'What the hell is going on these days? Why are there so many Elves around!? No wonder I found them familiar but couldn't recognize them quickly. The previous ones were dark-skinned, but these two are fair-skinned!'
Eric sighed and massaged his temples. He already guessed what might have happened.
After he jumped off the cliff while escaping the black diamonds, he had been rescued by white flowers!
Eric turned toward both the white, ahem, fair Elf girls, sat up straight on his bed, and bowed his head.
"Thank you for saving me. Otherwise, I probably would have died," he spoke with gratitude.
After he bowed, he noticed he was naked!
The thick bedsheet covering his chest fell down.
Thankfully, he was sitting and not standing, so his lower body was safe!
The moment Elara heard Eric's sincere thanks, she came back to her senses and recalled why she had been so excited for the past two days.
She quickly raised her head, thinking she finally had the chance to return to her initial graceful posture and accept the boy's thanks with her mature and calm smile.
But the moment she raised her face, it exploded into a reddish mist. She felt like a teakettle about to blow, but she also couldn't drag her eyes away.
The only sound Elara could make was, "Mah... Mah... Mah... Mah..."—with each utterance, smoke seemed to rise from her mouth and long ears.
Eric sighed. It was just a handsome man's chest with eight solid abs—no need to be so excited.
He quickly pulled the bedsheet over his nude torso.
Eric personally didn't mind being half-naked, but both girls were too over-the-top beauties—and they were also of a different race. As a handsome human male, he thought he should uphold the culture of ancient human traditions in Celestia—which he had no idea of.
It was also for the little Elf, who seemed to have short-circuited due to his half-nakedness.
Eric truly wondered if his new crush was alright—not as a joke—because she currently resembled a red Elf, with smoke rising from her delicious-looking long ears.
Lysandra sighed and waved her hand. A head-sized water ball manifested over Elara's head, dropping down to cool her off before she exploded.
Lysandra sighed again—being young was really something. She didn't remember ever being this embarrassed over an opposite gender's nakedness in her long life. Perhaps this was the side effect of keeping Elara so sheltered.
She shook her head and suggested, "Elara, you can wait outside. I'll have a chat with this human child."
Elara calmed down, recalling what had just happened, and once again felt like burning up.
She quickly forced herself to regain composure—her lover... cough, the human boy!—had already covered himself!
Elara shook her head and replied decisively, though her voice trembled, "N-no, I-I am staying. I-I am fine!"
She really wanted to run away but was equally terrified her mother might do something to the boy—or secretly send him away—meaning they would never meet again. At the thought, her eyes reddened, as if a flood of tears was about to burst out.
Elara glared at Lysandra with determination to protect what was hers! She had saved the boy, so he belonged to her by all rights!
Lysandra's lips quivered. She could guess what was going on inside her daughter's head, and she had no plans to send the boy back immediately—or do anything to him. In fact, she wanted to take him with them if possible.
The reason was simple: He could become one of the top powerhouses—a legend their world desperately needed. But sadly, she also couldn't take him back due to other reasons.
For now, she was thinking of how to keep the boy around as long as possible—to build connections.
'And you, my daughter, can take this opportunity to 'do him' at night! Aren't I a great mother?!'
Lysandra rolled her eyes. "Do as you wish."
Meanwhile, Eric was mesmerized by their voices. Previously, he hadn't noticed with one or two short sentences, but now that he heard their conversation, he could say for certain his love... ahem, the younger elf—her voice was so melodious and soothing he felt anyone would heal hearing it.
Other than that, Eric noticed the Spell or Elemental control. He wasn't too surprised. After all, how could these girls dare come here without being Mana Wielders? So, probably both were Mana Wielders—99% chance they were Mystical Knights. The lingerie-clad woman was likely the older sister of his new sweetheart—ahem.
But something told him that the lingerie-clad girl was actually far too experienced and older than she looked.
He wouldn't even be surprised if both were twice his age.
Eric felt he needed some solo time to figure everything out—and also some new clothes as well.
This was actually also a lucky encounter for him—and could be very helpful to him in too many places where he currently needed help.
But he also couldn't be certain that these fair Elves and the previous Dark Elves were friends or not. If they were, then his life might be in danger—as he might have mercilessly trampled on a beautiful Dark Rose under his foot.
But chances were also high that they weren't.
The reason was simple—these people had their upper bodies covered! And they also looked too 'Noble' compared to the previous half-naked group.
But both groups had appeared almost at the same time. Was this coincidence? He couldn't be sure. He could only proceed cautiously.
"Alright, human child, you should first introduce yourself. Also, you should thank my daughter for saving you. You can do that later—now, speak." Lysandra spoke in her ruler-like tone.
She hadn't been planning to use such a tone during her vacation—but the previous 'fluffy-fluffy' things with Elara, and also dooming her entire life, had kind of set Lysandra to annoyance.
She needed to make a few things clear—Mother is superior to a husband!
Eric suddenly had a few moments of short-circuiting.
'So, she was the MOTHER! Oh!! She looks even younger than Hannah. Wow.'
Eric soon calmed down. He had heard of these things from Lyria and Livy—about Mana Wielders having longer youths.
Eric glanced at Elara and quietly whispered, "Thank you." He had to say it—she had saved his life—and he had already noticed how completely healed up he was.
Elara blushed again—though from Eric's perspective, she seemed to always be blushing.
"Y-you... Y-you a-are most w-welcome..." Elara replied with a very sweet voice.
Eric trembled internally. He felt he would get diabetes at this rate from hearing such a sweet-sounding voice.
Lysandra wanted to roll her eyes—but she felt she was rolling her eyeballs too much—so she decided to glare.