Medith wore the team uniform. Melia wore the Green Sprite ensemble. Iling and the Lita Sisters had on white dresses, very short—about four inches above the knee.
Each top was an off-shoulder strap style, stitched with countless delicate handmade blossoms. Their floral mini skirts had hems rippling with two layers of gauze.
It lent every figure a ribbon of sultry allure, like moonlight pooling on silk.
Those legs, a full 1.1 meters, were shown in crystalline detail. Even under the table, that jade-white length couldn’t be hidden.
The crisscross straps of their high-heeled sandals wound like vines, making each arch look flawless.
Melia’s Green Sprite ensemble hugged her like water to silk, letting her sweeping curves surge unrestrained.
Her long green ponytail, smooth and meticulously kept, draped over her half-bared waist. A passing breeze set it swaying like a pendulum.
Under the table, her green floral skirt hinted at soft, balanced pink-toned legs. That tantalizing strip of forbidden skin sent minds wandering.
She wasn’t used to so many unacquainted eyes. Heat rose first; hands stilled next. Though human, she flushed ear to ear, adding a touch of sanctity and shyness to her already alluring face.
“Holy—” several male members of the guild couldn’t help sighing in awe.
“What are you staring at? Never seen a Sprite eat?” Iling’s words cut, hands resumed, though glances still drifted.
Plenty of women started disciplining them—ears got tugged, heels stomped, eyes rolled with disdain.
“Hmph!” A few in vivid crimson skirts snorted. Their fire-red gowns bore a blooming red rose.
“Excuse me, may I sit and dine with you?” A wealthy-looking woman in a black dress came over.
Medith looked up. Her face was intoxicating. Lips lightly tinted crimson. Golden eyes flickered with teasing and charm.
Her blonde hair was carefully pinned. Expensive perfume sighed off her skin. Silver-white heels struck a bright contrast against the black dress.
“May I have your name?” Medith slid out an empty chair.
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“Hey... she dares go chat up the White-haired Witch?”
“Heh, there’s nothing she wouldn’t dare...”
“Someone’s about to get played...”
“Hope Medith’s as shrewd and bold as the rumors say...”
...
“I’m Olivya, from the Blackberry Flower Guild. A pleasure to meet the famed Sprite General.” Olivya offered her pale right hand. Medith started to take it, but Sais, who’d been tending to her, took it first.
“I’m Sais, a battalion captain of the Dusk Legion. Pleasure to meet you.” Sais smiled with her mouth, not her eyes.
Olivya’s smile unfurled, charming and lively. “What brings the General here? Could it be the Divine Stone?”
Medith’s brow arched. Calm first; answer after. “No. I’m under orders to visit the Northern Kingdom for a little fun. We stopped here to rest.”
“Hehehe...” Olivya sipped chilled fresh milk. “Since the General prefers not to say, I shouldn’t press.
If you lack anything, just ask. This is our guild badge. Visit us someday, and we’ll answer with all we’ve got.”
She handed over a bright gold-and-black tulip badge.
Medith took it with genuine gratitude. “Then I’ll accept the courtesy.”
More friends are a boon. Even surface-level friends are a sign of strength.
After that, many guilds cast out their olive branches, trying to win Medith over.
Medith herself was hard as iron—no one could bite into her—so they tried for Melia and the others. Melia’s years were many; she knows enough of how cruel hearts can be. Iling and Sais need no warning.
The key was the Lita Sisters. Fresh to the world, they felt halos ringing around them. For a moment, they lost themselves and agreed to everything.
Thankfully, the women stepped in and untangled it. Otherwise, they’d have ended with a heap of trouble.
...
“Looks like being a celebrity doesn’t feel bad,” Sais said with a soft smile.
Medith drooped, laziness heavy as dusk. “Ahh—such a pain. Can’t you let me sit quietly alone?”
“You can’t say that. If we post a recruitment today, the whole city will flood in,” Iling said, already seeing the tide of humans coming.
Their sheer power is one thing. Honestly, if Medith founded a city and took lordship, residents would pour in.
And they’re beautiful. Plenty of humans come just for contact or to cultivate feelings. They’d just managed to send those off.
“Crowds get messy, and local powers will push back. Let me handle it fully. You be the vases—fits you well.
Buy a few tall stools, sit to the side, cross your legs, and let humans admire your posture,” Medith said, pain-free from where she stood, leaving the others a little speechless.
It was truth though. Love of beauty is a woman’s nature. Sprites tend their looks with care, believing a return to nature is the most beautiful pose.
Years of cultural crossfire, plus the unique aesthetics of human-made clothes, made even the Queen adore them. Otherwise, the city would be a sea of identical Green Sprite outfits.
“I’ll go change. This is my forte. Let those female members see how pretty, how cute, my team uniforms are,” Sais said, her old flirtatious charm returning.
“Oh, cover your hem. If someone bites their tongue, it’s not on me,” Medith added, loosening up; she didn’t mind them dressing like this.
“Then—then can we wear uniforms like Sister Sais’s from now on?” Eyes glittered. The girls’ looks turned hopeful.
Medith sighed long. “Seems I’ve kept you reined in too long. Didn’t expect you all liked dressing like that. Maybe I was too strict.”
Her words were tacit permission. The girls clapped, delighted to finally cast off those dull, ‘ugly’ pants.
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In the royal city of the Eastern Nation—coo, coo-coo. The Emerald Hawk reached Elyu’s palace. Elyu finished reading. His face darkened. He stayed silent for a long time.
