Logically, Lu’s current strength isn’t weak at all. A Platinum-tier expert could typically command an elite legion in a major empire.

But this power only reveals its true measure through comparison—the pursuers are likely all Epic Level or higher. To them, a Platinum-tier fighter is probably just support staff. So Lu’s strength really isn’t enough to face them.

That said, I believe even now, Lu could stand alone against a single Epic Level foe without flinching. After all, she once faced her pursuers single-handedly. Relying on her Demon Royal Family bloodline and secret techniques, she gave her all and eliminated an Epic Level pursuer. This alone proves her power far surpasses peers at her tier.

I don’t know how strong the pursuers are, but I doubt they’d exceed Divine General level. Demigods are immortal elders who wouldn’t bother with a little girl like Lu and me. Besides, during the Demon Realm’s past chaos, its Demigods didn’t lift a finger.

Anyway, as long as they’re not Demigods, I shouldn’t fear them.

I pondered silently, then couldn’t help but sigh.

“Amelia, what’s wrong now?” Lu asked curiously after hearing my sigh.

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head slightly. “We shouldn’t worry too much about the pursuers. I’m unafraid unless they’re Demigods—but it’s a shame this is a magic-less world. If only there was a temple to contact the Mighty Dragon.”

“Ah, the great Dragon God,” Lu said, blinking at me.

“That venerable one and its master probably wouldn’t care about this world. It has no rare treasures. I’ve checked this world’s religions too—no fanatical dragon-worshipping cults exist.”

“Indeed,” I nodded. “You’ve done your homework these days. As a reward, I’ll cook some noodles for you.”

“Yay!” Lu exclaimed, jumping happily. I smiled at her, then stood up from the sofa and headed to the kitchen.

Anyway, if pursuers come, let them. I’m not easy prey anymore—thanks to the Phoenix’s traits, I fear no opponent in combat except against soul or magic attacks. Moreover, I know some magic myself. Without absolute overwhelming advantage, I won’t be pinned down.

When Amelia met her end, over forty Epic Level Archmages and several Legendary mages联合施法—ripping her soul from her body alive. The instant it was torn out, Amelia reacted. She made her body self-immolate and vanish to deny the enemy its capture. But in that final moment, her rage and regret were seared into her flesh—and transmitted to me.

“Rest assured, I’ll protect Lu for you,” I muttered to myself, clenching my fist slightly as I recalled this.