"The Elf ball?" In a clothing store located on the stem and leaves of a giant vine, Aya and Tiran stood in front of a spacious and bright showcase, selecting clothes to wear to the dance.

"Well, it's held as the opening event of the annual New Year's Festival of the Moon Goddess. It's the grandest ball of the Elf tribe... Oh, by the way, weren't you two here for that?" Tibi took down a set of dresses from the display shelf and compared them to Aya, seeming unsatisfied, before putting them back.

The Moon Goddess Festival held a similar status among the Elf tribe as the New Year's celebration for humans, but because it was determined by the Elf calendar, it was a bit like the Lunar New Year in the Celestial Empire, taking place a few days later than the New Year on the mainland.

"Well... it's not exactly that," Aya replied.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Even if you didn't know before, you can still go and see it. It's the grand event of the year," Tibi said, not particularly concerned, just nodding quietly.

Unlike the elegant and grand appearance of human court balls, which could even make walking difficult once the dresses were put on, Elf ball attire seemed to lean more toward a lively and playful style, mostly consisting of short skirts that were convenient for various activities.

Tiran quickly found a style he liked and went into the dressing room to change, while Aya stared at the various conservative or daring dresses, lost in thought.

Something seemed off. Why were there no men's outfits?

"Miss Aya? Are you not choosing? If you're having a hard time deciding, I recommend this set..." Tibi blinked with a puzzled expression as she held up a dress for Aya to choose.

What a miscalculation. Why did Tibi think she was a girl? Weren't they supposed to find a male Elf outfit and directly compare it with her dragon scales once they entered the city?

Aya looked up at the male Elves passing by on the street and suddenly realized. Ah, so all the Elves, whether it's their clothing or appearance, whether they are boys or girls, all have a similar style! How do they even determine whether the Elf in front of them is a boy or a girl?

Disappointed, Aya knelt down in front of Tibi. She felt hurt because she thought that after leaving the capital and lifting the seal on her powers, she could proudly return to being a boy. But now it seemed like she still had to wear a skirt?!

"Why did you suddenly kneel down, Miss Aya?" Tibi asked, blinking her eyes in confusion as she held the dress she had chosen for Aya.

"It's okay, give it to me. I'll take this one." Aya resolutely stood up and regained her spirit. She took the dress from Tibi and walked into the dressing room. It's just a little skirt, and besides, nobody can recognize that I'm a boy anyway. What's there to be afraid of?

But after putting on the dress, Aya couldn't help but break down.

"What the hell is this?!"

Looking at herself in the mirror, Aya's hand trembled slightly. She had to admit that even though she was a boy, her Golden Dragon's natural racial advantage was apparent. After turning into a human form, her figure and appearance were no less beautiful than those of real girls... except for her chest. Even her skin was fair and smooth like jade.

Of course, Aya would usually not pay attention to these details, but now they were all revealed! The length of the skirt was within reasonable limits, and though it was considered a short skirt, Aya believed that with her extensive experience in women's clothing, she could still manage. But what's going on with this transparent chiffon in the front? It's revealing my white panties!

And the upper body... How much fabric was the designer trying to save? Just a tube top would do! And the long sleeves in a formal dress style seemed unnecessary and wasted fabric! Wasn't this some kind of prop for strange occasions? Damn it!

As Aya walked out of the dressing room with her face covered, Tiran had already finished changing and was waiting on the side. The Princess had chosen clothing that was quite normal, but compared to the outfit she wore before entering the Elf capital, it was closer to the style of the ball.

Seeing Aya in this extremely provocative outfit, Tiran also stared for a few seconds, shocked. "Hey, have you completely given up on yourself? Or have you finally decided to be my little sister? If that's the case, I can find a witch to make you some potions."

"Please, don't say that. I'm already dying..." Aya took a deep breath and walked towards the clothing rack, intending to change into something else right away—although she didn't understand much about girls' clothes, anything had to be better than what she was currently wearing!

But in the next second, Aya felt a hand grab her shoulder.

Ah, huh?

Stiffly turning her head, Aya seemed to hear the rusty mechanical sound coming from her neck, "Yo, my dear Marshmallow, w-what's the matter?"

"I suddenly realized that wearing like this seems quite cute, huh."

Tiran's tone seemed a bit suspicious, and Aya sensed a hint of danger, trying to break free from her grip.

However, the next second, without a word, Princess Tiran forcefully pulled Aya into her embrace in a super domineering manner, while her other hand boldly squeezed her exposed waist.

"Yi!" As the slightly rough fingers, accustomed to holding a sword, grazed her cheek as if carrying a mild electric current, Aya's cheeks immediately turned red, and her body became as weak as if her bones had been sucked away.

A faint light flashed in Tiran's emerald green pupils, and a wicked smile appeared on her face. She lightly blew into Aya's ear and whispered softly, "Silly, just wear this outfit to the ball. This is my test for you."

And then, would they encounter a perverted practitioner scenario? Aya's expression became extremely frightened.

After paying and leaving the store, festive music was already playing in the sky of Alda, and almost every square in the city was filled with dancing Elves in the music.

Guided by Tiran, they directly crossed the street and came to the center of the ball - the largest square in the Elf capital.

The hierarchy system of the Elves seemed far less strict than that of humans, because in front of this huge square that had already transformed into a dance floor, there was a long staircase that led to the Elf Kingdom's palace. There were no walls or gates, just situated at the top of the staircase.

It is said that the system of the Elf Kingdom is somewhat similar to what Temple Church has always hoped to achieve - the unification of politics and religion within human kingdoms. The Elf King not only ruled the Elf Kingdom but also served as the representative of the forest and moonlight gods, whom the Elf race worshipped, in the human world.

However, the Elves' belief in the gods truly came from their hearts, and due to their innate disinterest in power, the Elf King never used their faith to do anything that would harm the interests of the people.

Such a pure and transparent system probably could only exist within a race as special as the Elves. If placed in a human kingdom, it would surely collapse within a few years.

Due to the unification of politics and religion, behind the Elf Palace stood the Moonlight Temple, which means that the absolute core of the Elf Kingdom was above the staircase.

And such a place actually allowed any ordinary Elf to visit freely, except for certain restricted areas.

"No wonder you were able to steal the Elf King's clothes..." Tiran glanced at the excited Tibi by her side with some speechlessness. Perhaps the Elf King never expected that among the innocent and kind Elf people, there would be someone like Tibi?

"Uh, because the Elf King's study is also an area open for visitation." Tibi seemed completely unembarrassed, but rather proud as she straightened her back.

Aya remained silent, still immersed in endless shame, hiding behind Princess Tiran, refusing to come out.

The square was alive with celebration. Elves from the Moonlight Temple, using some special magic, projected a large amount of moonlight under the World Tree onto the square, turning the ground into a clear and transparent water-like surface.

Seeing the Elves' dance, Tiran now understood why the dance attire of the Elf race was so revealing.

Graceful postures, exquisitely precise movements that trembled slightly - every detail was so agile and light... and perfect. Many of the high-difficulty moves that even the best human dancers found challenging to execute, the Elves could easily perform. Many of the moves were already at the level of gymnastics, and if they were wearing the outfit for a human court ball, it would tear apart within minutes.

Moreover, these dance moves seemed far from simple...

"Is it just my imagination, or does something feel off about the atmosphere?" Aya cautiously peeked out from behind Tiran's back and whispered softly.

"It's not your imagination because I feel the same..." Tiran's expression was also a bit strange.

Thanks to the Elves' long lifespan, most Elves, even when they were a hundred years old, still had the figure and appearance of sixteen or seventeen years old. And those youthful figures, full of energy, often attracted the admiring gaze of many fellow kin during the dance.

"No, no, no, I feel that using 'admiration' to describe it is no longer enough. It feels like some individual Elves' gazes are about to devour someone...." Aya shivered. It didn't matter much usually, but now, she felt very insecure with this outfit on!

"Cough cough, it's normal, because this is the Elf's 'Courtship Dance'," Tippi coughed twice and explained with a dry laugh.

"Courtship dance?"

"The Elves love everything beautiful in life, like... love. The Courtship Dance is a secret technique of the Elves and has the natural ability to attract the opposite sex. Of course, it only works for single Elves. After they enter into a marriage vow, the magic of the Courtship Dance will disappear from the Elf's spiritual sea."

Wow, isn't this just a colorless, tasteless, and side-effect-free aphrodisiac? The Elves have such a powerful weapon?! Completely eliminating the existence of single dogs?! If this skill spread to humans... the FFF group would instantly collapse.

Aya suddenly looked around with caution, and now that she looked at it... it was even more dangerous.

"But this dance only works on pure-blooded Elves, so I am not affected," Tippi said with a smile, "Miss Aya and Miss Tiran, if you have any boys you like, you can go and try dancing..."

Don't even think about it! Aya shouted in her heart. But on second thought, if he cross-dressed and danced, would he attract boys or girls?

"Never mind, let's just watch from the side..." Tiran hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided not to dance. It wasn't because she was afraid of something happening, but because she didn't know how! She had even studied the simplest court dances for a long time, not to mention this challenging Courtship Dance in front of her.

She took a few steps back and accidentally bumped into an Elf passing by.

"Uh, sorry." Tiran instinctively reached out to pull her up, then realized that she seemed to have accidentally spoken in the language of humans, which was not good...

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Perhaps because she heard the common human language, the other person actually replied in the language of humans, and... this voice sounded very familiar?

"Wait a minute, this voice is... Coco?!"

"Huh? Do you recognize me? Mmm?! Elder sister!"