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Setting aside her stubbornness, Hilmirya spent a night at Cyclone's house.

Not only did she share her water attribute magic with Yuna, but she also stayed up all night receiving in-depth guidance from Cyclone.

Having now personally experienced the technique of the Forty-Eight Hands, Hilmirya thought she could sleep contentedly in Cyclone's embrace, only to discover a whole new world.

Watching Eileen fighting with the use of drainage channels, and the joint attacks of Little Dragon and Yuna, Hilmirya realized how confined her world truly was.

While a single person and a single door could only display the Forty-Eight Hands, those who truly mastered all tactics would make use of every part of the castle in battle.

Furthermore, teamwork in combat was also very clever, far from what one person could experience alone.

In just one night, Hilmirya's horizons expanded greatly.

"Hilmirya, you seem much more energetic today," the young nun said.

Hilmirya touched her cheek with her hand, recalling the moment when Cyclone kissed her last night.

"Is that so?" she responded with a smile to the nun's concern.

"I heard you had an evening out-of-practice with Doctor Cyclone," the young nun said excitedly.

"Yes, it was an evening consultation~"

"Well, well..."

The young nun couldn't contain her excitement.

"Mm~ I learned a lot of new techniques~" Hilmirya said, looking at the young nun's innocent smile and feeling happy.

"I also hope to one day stand in front of patients and help them like you, sister."

Hilmirya affectionately patted the head of the young nun.

"Of course~ you can too."

Blushing after the head pat, the young nun shyly left.

Meanwhile, at Cyclone's house, Little Dragon exuded confidence as he prepared food.

Moving around the kitchen, every corner held memories of Cyclone.

As the body savored past moments, inspiration continued to flow.

Meanwhile, downstairs at home, in Theodore's trade shop.

Eileen looked at the documents in her hand and smiled slyly.

Gently nibbling on her finger, she felt joyful for the new trade orders and pleased with the battle from the night before.

Lastly, Yuna, who was still lying in bed, just woke up and stretched lazily.

"Rise and shine~"

Yuna snuggled against Cyclone's back, reaching her hand forward.

"If you don't get up soon, this spot will be mine~"

Before Yuna's hand reached him, Cyclone had already woken up.

Turning around, he shifted positions, allowing Yuna to sleep in his embrace.

"If it's mine, then you won't get to see your husband's performance anymore~"

"Heh~ always so boastful~"

They kissed, their daily morning kiss from Cyclone.

Simultaneously, Cyclone turned to the other side, where Elyse was.

Cyclone gently touched Elyse's belly.

"Darling, did the baby hurt you today?"

Elyse shook her head, remaining silent.

Cyclone patted gently and said, "Is that so... well, I'm off to work. You behave today, okay?"

Elyse looked at Cyclone and nodded.

Thus, Cyclone got up to welcome a new day... or at least that was the plan.

A new day should bring new things.

However, Cyclone gasped at the current situation.

In other words, history seemed to be repeating itself.

Cyclone stood in a corner of the Water Temple, accompanied by an unknown temple guard.

At the end of the temple sat a chair made of white limestone.

Seated on it was the ruler of the Water Temple, Kakarl, the high priest.

Various important figures were present here, including some elder members of the temple, aside from the Four Saints.

The scene resembled Cyclone's attendance at meetings in Allen Castle.

"Those people have gone too far this time! We cannot let them go unpunished!"

"Yes, attacking the Twelve Altars, especially during the Great Dragon festival..."

"Everyone, let's calm down for a moment."

The roles were the same, but the actors had changed.

With Alexander's words, the theater that made Cyclone yawn officially began.