“So Dixue is the leader of the Azure Front, huh?” The realization clicked like sunlight breaking through leaves.

“Yeah. And honestly, Fengyi’s one of us too. So, President Ningyu, sorry—we can’t join the student council.” The apology fell like a pebble into a still pond.

“It’s fine. Knowing you’re good people is enough. I’ll help you both.” Her voice was a warm lamp in morning fog.

“What about making the body pillows?” The question fluttered like a moth toward firelight.

“If it helps peace, I’ll do my best!” Her resolve rang like a bell under clear skies.

The golden-haired girl nodded hard, a solemn hawk landing on a branch, and the deal was sealed.

After a round of talk, the Yue Liuyi Body Pillow line rolled out, like a millwheel turning under a fresh stream.

Maybe… call it the “Fengyi Body Pillow” instead, since Fengyi’s image was licensed, like a crest stamped in wax, ready for official sale.

With so many elf girls in the academy loving it, this would sell like spring blossoms, coins falling like rain.

Yue Liuyi suddenly understood why Dixue was so rich—the silver-haired girl was sharp as a frost blade, and her lie-detecting gift cut through deals like wind through reeds.

“LittleSnow, you’re a born merchant!” The praise leaped like a lark into blue air.

“It’s all because Little Yue is so beloved.” Her laugh was soft, like snow on pine needles.

“Ugh, so it’s true… elves really adore beauty!” The sigh drifted like mist across a lake.

Yue Liuyi let out a small breath; she’d never forget yesterday’s warmth from the elf girls, a bonfire of welcome on a cold night.

That feeling of being trusted was sweet as ripe fruit; suddenly, she got how idols feel under stage lights.

“On the other side, Zaocun’s team is going smoothly too, right? That makes Linyun Academy our ally.” The plan unfurled like a banner in the wind.

“Looks like… rescuing everyone is just over the horizon.” Hope rose like a dawn line on the sea.

Between the Yue Liuyi body pillows and the Cat Lovers’ Protection Association, the students had felt war’s chill fade, like winter thawing into a river of cooperation.

“Heh, once Little Yue gets her old body back, she’ll be a big name in the Elven Forest—so bright even the Elven Queen won’t dare cast a shadow.”

“It’s great news, but we still haven’t found a way to change me back.” Her worry clung like dew to grass.

It was the second morning; even after sleep, Yue Liuyi still felt bound to the body pillow, like ivy twined around a post.

“Maybe… that’s not all bad. Little Yue, use this chance to learn doll-combat.” The suggestion landed like a feather, light but sure.

“Combat?” The word pricked like a thorn under silk.

“Yeah. Dragon Heaven has an ancient art—bind your soul to a doll to fight. Your body stays safe, like a candle guarded by glass.”

“Whoa! That sounds powerful.” Awe flared like a spark catching dry tinder.

“And in ten days, the Rainbow Secret Realm opens. It’s dangerous as a cliff path in fog, so this keeps you safer. Your magic’s great, but you’re weak up close—ambushes are like snakes in grass.”

“Eh? True…” The admission rippled like rings on water.

Back when she was Dongfang Chen, her kit was balanced—ranged and melee, magic and steel—like a sword and bow on the same back.

But for raw magical force, Yue Liuyi’s form hit harder, like thunder rolling over plains; and she couldn’t switch back now, so she’d hone a girl’s craft, like a dancer learning new steps.

“So how do we start training? LittleSnow, do you know that old art?” Her gaze steadied like a compass needle.

“Mhm, some! Step one is syncing with your vessel—but you’re already in the body pillow, like a spirit in a lantern, so skip it and go to step two.”

“Step two?” Her curiosity peeked out like a fox from brush.

“You’ve kinda done it—use magical sensing to move your new body. Two routes: telekinetic magic, and air magic.” The words flowed like twin streams merging.

“I get it. Telekinesis moves me by will, and air magic rides the surrounding space, like catching a breeze.”

“Exactly! And you can blend them. Dolls are lighter than people—light as paper kites—so floating is easy and strong.”

“Flying? Teach me!” The desire shot up like a firework into night.

Floating has always been a human dream, like chasing clouds with bare hands; without grandmaster air magic, it’s out of reach.

So ordinary folk strap on rocket packs, grapples, or gliders, like beetles borrowing wings.

Even a mage’s flying carpet needs high mana, like a stallion that only obeys a seasoned rider.

“Okay, before we head back to camp, let’s find a quiet spot. Ideally, somewhere with rich natural mana, like a grove thick with morning dew.”

Pushing a small handcart, Dixue scanned the empty forest path, eyes sweeping like swallows over fields.

There are many such paths in the Elven Forest, soft as moss and seldom trod.

Elves have low birthrates, so the woods feel spacious, like stars spread thin in the sky.

And most human adventurers from outside get caught, like fish in a weir across the stream.

“Got it! I hear running water—there’s a small waterfall nearby. That place should be perfect.” Her smile opened like a flower to the sound of a brook.