Feilin stopped in front of a magic supply shop.

“Fio, what’s wrong?” Leon asked.

“Can we go in and have a look?”

Feilin rarely visited the human world, and she was curious about how far human magic had advanced.

“Sure, let’s go.”

Feilin and Leon entered the magic supply shop together.

As she looked over the dazzling array of goods, Feilin walked past them one by one, picking each up for a closer look before putting it back down.

Was this a recycling dump? Why was it full of useless junk? Feilin shook her head, disappointed. Just as she was about to leave, the shopkeeper called out to her.

“You seem like a real expert, miss.”

The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man with a smile on his face.

“Is your shop really that impressive?” Feilin asked.

“I wouldn’t call it impressive, but it’s definitely no slouch. My little shop is famous as a treasure-hunting ground in Donghui City. Just the other day, Roland, a Transcendent-tier genius mage, found an incredibly powerful spell item here. If you—”

You don’t even have a single world-class item? What kind of lousy shop is this? In the Dragon Clan, you’d get beaten to death for that.

Feilin hadn’t even heard what the shopkeeper was saying. “This is boring,” she murmured, preparing to leave.

It was the first time the shopkeeper had ever been treated with such contempt. Fuming, he hurried to stop Feilin again.

“Miss, if you leave empty-handed and looking so unimpressed, it’ll damage our shop’s reputation.”

“And what do you want me to do about that?”

“Take a look at this.”

The shopkeeper brought out a piece of magical equipment: a deep-blue cloak.

“Not only does it look beautiful, but more importantly, when you use this magical item to cast Transcendent-tier spells, it can drastically reduce the time needed to chant! It cuts the casting time by more than fifty percent. All you need is fifty percent more magical power!”

Feilin looked surprised. “Is this the most impressive thing in your shop?”

“Of course! It’s one of only two pieces of magical equipment in Donghui City. The other one is about to be given to the Great Sage. You have no idea how many people have their eyes on this item…”

Wait… Wasn’t casting a Transcendent-tier spell instantly easy? Why did humans go out of their way to chant?

She didn’t get it.

Feilin examined the spell cloak with a puzzled look. To the shopkeeper, though, she just looked amazed to see such a fine item.

“If you want it, miss, I can sell it to you. After all, you’re a friend of the Sword Saint.”

The shopkeeper glanced at Leon and winked at him. Leon caught on and gave him a thumbs-up.

Just then, a man and a woman entered the magic supply shop. The man wore noble’s clothes and was young, with a slight bald spot. The woman was beautiful and wore glasses.

“Lord Leon!”

The woman spotted Leon. Her expression, which had been gloomy until then, instantly lit up with joy, and she hurried over to him.

She tried to wrap her arms around Leon’s, but he dodged her and asked with a frown, “Roland, what are you doing here?”

“Oh, Lord Leon. Aren’t you happy to see me? I’ve been thinking about you this whole time~~~”

The scene caught Feilin’s attention. She’d noticed it earlier, while they were on the street: women really liked Leon. All he had to do was stand there, and women would throw themselves at him. If he wanted to play around… how could Fio keep him in check?

Feilin decided to find out if Leon was truly sincere.

“Hey, Roland! What are you doing?”

The slightly bald noble grabbed Roland by the arm, trying to pull her away. She slapped his hand off.

“Rom, do you have any idea how annoying you are?”

“Roland, do you realize you’re my fiancée?! And you’re acting like this with another man right in front of me… What am I supposed to do with my dignity?”

“So what? I’ve told you, it’s just a family-arranged engagement. Look at you—you’re nothing but a spoiled rich kid riding on your family’s coattails. Compared to Lord Leon, I don’t know how you have the nerve to follow me around.”

Roland turned away in annoyance, leaving Rom speechless.

Roland was a Transcendent-tier mage. The moment she saw the magic cloak in the shopkeeper’s hands, her eyes lit up, and she snatched it from him.

“Shopkeeper, this! You’re finally willing to sell it? I really need this. With this equipment, I can get even stronger!”

“Er, Miss Roland, this item was actually meant to—”

The shopkeeper glanced at Feilin, and the silver-haired girl understood what he meant.

“I don’t need it.”

“Fio, you really don’t want it?”

Leon asked. Feilin nodded.

“Yeah. I’m not very interested.”

Leon thought for a moment. He didn’t want Roland pestering him any longer, so he said, “Roland, you can have it if you need it,” then took Feilin and left.

“Hmph. Look at you. You can’t get me a single piece of equipment I want, while Lord Leon can offer me something this powerful! Rom, I really don’t know what use you are!” Roland said disdainfully to her fiancé.

The other customers began whispering among themselves, snickering behind their hands. It probably wouldn’t be long before the whole city of Donghui was gossiping about this.

Rom already had a father, yet he’d also gotten Jiedun, the Donghui Kingdom’s chancellor, to become his godfather. Many people looked down on him for it.

Rom’s face darkened at her words. He glared viciously at Leon’s retreating figure, as if Leon himself had insulted him.

…

“Fio, don’t be mad. I’m not interested in anyone else.”

Feilin didn’t listen to Leon’s explanation. She spotted an alley and turned into it, with Leon hurrying after her.

“Wait, Fio. Could you listen to me for a second?”

Feilin checked that no one else was in the alley, then decided to keep testing her future son-in-law.

The thought of what she was about to do made Feilin nervous, but she had to see it through for her daughter’s sake.

After taking a few deep breaths, Feilin said, “Leon, could you crouch down?”

“Oh, okay.”

Leon obediently crouched down in front of Feilin. A glint flashed in her eyes. The next moment, the world spun around for Leon—and he found himself slammed onto the ground by Fio.

Leon tried to get up, but Feilin held him down. What she did next took him completely by surprise.

Feilin straddled Leon and looked down at him, wearing a very strange smile.

“Leon.”

“What is it?” Leon felt a little nervous as he answered.

“I can understand why so many girls like you, Leon. After all, men having three wives and four concubines is perfectly normal…” Feilin said softly. “So if you want a harem, Leon…I can accept that, as long as there’s a place for me.”

As Feilin spoke, she traced an indecipherable pattern on Leon’s throat with her index finger.

Leon hesitated. How was he supposed to answer?