"Wha… what? Mayibeia is already married? And pregnant?" one of Mayibeia's tribespeople said in complete shock.
"Yes, Mayibeia has married a reliable man. They've been in a party together for over ten years. The man's name is Galdaruf," Roxy continued after seeing how shocked the woman was.
"Apolia, don't be so surprised. Mayibeia has been gone for decades—getting married and having children is perfectly normal," another woman lectured the one who had just shown shock.
"But sister, have you forgotten the promise we made back then? Whoever gets married first, the rest have to bring the best clothes they made themselves to give their blessings."
"Of course I haven't forgotten that."
"We're only finding out about her marriage so late, and she's in the Holy Country of Millis too. That means we can't even personally deliver the clothes to her," Apolia said helplessly.
Their race cherished bonds with their own kind deeply. Though they had long lifespans, family ties never changed—even if they were no longer in the same place one day, that bond would remain.
"We can deliver them for you. We're heading back anyway. The reason we came to the Demon Continent this time is for something important," Roxy said slowly upon hearing this.
As soon as she spoke, many of Mayibeia's tribespeople turned their gazes toward Roxy. Then their figures quickly disappeared from sight, all heading toward the back rooms.
Not long after, a group returned carrying clothes that looked to be of very fine quality—if worn by Mayibeia, they would fit perfectly.
"Since our race has similar height, weight, and so on, the clothes we make are all based on our own proportions. Now we entrust them to you—please help deliver them to Mayibeia!"
"Also, remind her that since she's married now, she shouldn't act like before. She needs to fulfill her duties as a wife properly."
"And and, now that she's pregnant, she shouldn't run around everywhere. With her personality, it's easy for accidents to happen. Although our race has strong physical constitutions, she still needs to be extra careful…"
Mayibeia's tribespeople spoke one after another, their tones filled with concern for her.
Dan Feng and Roxy exchanged a glance, then nodded, indicating they had memorized everything and would relay it all to Mayibeia when they returned.
Afterward, the women packed the fine clothes into several boxes and solemnly handed them to Roxy.
Roxy also took out her scroll and stored all the gifts meant for Mayibeia. These were all expressions of their love for her.
"Thank you for your trouble," the older sister said with a smile as she looked at the two.
"No trouble at all. Mayibeia is our friend too—this is the least we can do," Roxy replied to the sister. Then, saying they still had matters to attend to, they bid farewell to everyone at Sheep's Hoof Inn.
After they left, Roxy sighed and said, "Mayibeia really has a deep bond with her tribespeople. It's so enviable."
Roxy meant it sincerely. Back in the Migurd village, because she couldn't use telepathy, she never understood what everyone was trying to express.
So she stopped trying to interact proactively, and naturally her relationships with the other Migurd tribespeople became distant.
Just as Dan Feng was about to say something, Roxy suddenly looked like she had seen something unbelievable and hurriedly walked toward a corner of the street.
When Dan Feng looked in the direction Roxy was heading, he saw a little loli with long purple hair lying on the ground with a pained expression.
"Are you okay?" Roxy asked the little girl. Though she wouldn't casually help strangers, children were an exception.
"Hungry…" The little girl's weak voice drifted faintly from her mouth.
"Hungry?"
...
"Uha~" The little girl showed an expression of pure comfort after Roxy bought her some cheap, filling street food.
Her outfit was very revealing: leather shorts, knee-high black boots, pale skin, with her collarbones, thighs, and more all exposed.
Her purple hair was curled, and she had ram horns similar to Mayibeia's.
"Thank you, little miss. If it weren't for you, this one would have collapsed right there," the little girl said gratefully to Roxy, though her choice of words felt somewhat off.
"Huh? You called me 'little miss'?" Roxy stared at the little girl in confusion, puzzled.
Meanwhile, Dan Feng was staring at the little girl's eyes. According to his intuition, there was something unusual about the fluctuations in those eyes.
No abnormal mana fluctuations, no unusual battle aura, yet it gave Dan Feng a strange feeling.
"Anyway, thank you so much. Now I can hold on for a few more years!"
Then the little girl's gaze met Roxy's water-blue eyes.
Suddenly! Under Roxy's astonished expression, the little girl's right eye spun 360 degrees, and the purple eye turned blue.
Dan Feng sensed a faint yet unusual aura emanating from the little girl.
He immediately pulled Roxy behind him and enveloped her in Imaginary Energy to protect her.
This was an instinctive action. Though he didn't think this little girl—who showed no strong mana or battle aura—could harm Roxy, he still moved without thinking.
"Eh eh eh? Why did it disappear in a flash?" The little girl's surprised voice rang out, accompanied by her blue eye turning back to purple.
"So what exactly were you doing?" Dan Feng asked, looking at the strange little girl with an expression of incomprehension.
"Since you asked so sincerely, this one—Demon↗ World↘ Great↗ Emperor↘ Kishirika↘ Kishirisu—will mercifully tell you!" The little girl suddenly performed a backflip.
Then her feet landed precisely on a nearby stone step.
"I was probing your pasts! But I couldn't see anything!" The little girl said seriously. From her demeanor, she didn't seem to be lying at all.
Dan Feng and Roxy: ...
"So that unusual feeling just now was caused by you?" Dan Feng asked the little girl who called herself the Demon World Great Emperor Kishirika Kishirisu, who had supposedly died countless years ago.
"That's right! Impressive, right? This is this one's exclusive ability~" The little girl proudly lifted her head upon hearing this, as if basking in praise.