Last night, Cyclone single-handedly battled three wives.

Not only Elyse, but also Yuna had to temporarily leave to take care of her.

So, with a bit of complaint and a bit of playfulness, Yuna launched a full-fledged attack, pushing her combat skills to the extreme.

Luckily, Cyclone, having been through rigorous training, managed to struggle on.

To tell the truth, after the intense battle last night, Cyclone was already in a state of powerlessness.

The fight was too intense, and Cyclone inadvertently unleashed all the stored up strength from the past few days, leaving the body excessively drained, needing rest.

If not for that, faced with Hilmirya charging towards him with her twin peaks, while sitting squarely on his lap, Cyclone would have found it impossible not to be moved.

Now, all Cyclone needs to do is make a casual move, and he can once again embark on a tour of the legendary holy city.

Of course, if Cyclone still had the strength, it would definitely escalate into another century's great battle, possibly causing casualties once again after Elyse.

However, Hilmirya just rolled her eyes.

Because there were no injuries today, everything returned to the usual daily routine.

Except, her expectations were once again dashed.

Her body was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, and now her mind was also feeling uneasy.

Healing was a noble act, and helping others was still a source of happiness.

Having such exceptional surgical skills, yet rejecting Hilmirya, refusing to sacrifice themselves for the sake of medicine.

In response, Hilmirya launched a direct attack.

"Pass, pass all of your skills to me!"

After much thought, Hilmirya came to a conclusion.

Whatever Cyclone intended, she couldn't control, but that wouldn't hinder her dreams.

By learning all of Cyclone's surgical techniques, Hilmirya could also become a female doctor and contribute to medicine.

"No, no, husband is very tired today..."

"Just having the spirit is enough?"

"Even if you are determined, husband is really..."

Hilmirya stared at Cyclone directly, and to be honest, Cyclone felt a bit scared.

But at that moment, Hilmirya actually backed off, leaving Cyclone's lap and instead kneeling in front of him.

Hiding under the desk, Hilmirya swallowed nervously.

Then, Hilmirya lifted her right hand, pushed her hair back behind her ear, revealing those alluring lips.

While making sure Cyclone could clearly see her face, she slowly bent over.

"What?!"

"I will now use the Water-element healing technique from the Church to help you regain strength."

With the passage of time, Cyclone witnessed the power of the mouth.

Unexpectedly, saliva was also an art besides words.

The Water-element magic had such a mysterious application, and Cyclone learned something new again.

"Impressive, impressive!"

With Hilmirya's assistance, Cyclone's strength began to return.

Watching his sacred sword once again radiate light, Cyclone's eyebrows twitched twice.

"Wife, why not make use of your weapons again?"

Upon hearing Cyclone's request, Hilmirya didn't resist at all. She complied with Cyclone's demand and revealed her weapons.

A pair of killer bees, attacking from both sides, tightly clamped down on the sacred sword that Cyclone had just revived.

"Damn!! This, this is even more stunning than Elyse!"

Cyclone recalled that there seemed to be no one at home who could use Water-element auxiliary magic.

Except for Yuna, who had the versatile attribute, Elyse's auxiliary magic was of the Light element.

It seemed that in the future, teaching Yuna this skill would greatly enhance Cyclone's endurance.

"Water-element magic, such wonders!"

Cyclone clapped his hands twice and chuckled.

"I can see your determination now. Come, wife, take a seat."

Hilmirya ceased casting her spell, with saliva still dripping from the corner of her mouth, and sat back on Cyclone's lap.

Squinting his eyes, Cyclone embraced Hilmirya tightly.

"Alright, let's start with the Forty-Eight Moves. Hehehe."

With restored strength, Cyclone exerted his full force and pushed Hilmirya onto the desk.

"Okay, husband is going to take charge now."

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