The first encounter wasn't particularly friendly.
However, at the moment she saw Roa, a strong intuition told her that this boy might be the master she had been waiting for.
Est's emotions were few, and her emotional lines were quite simple; she was very innocent, like a blank sheet of paper.
She didn't desire much, just someone who could accompany her.
It had been this way before, and it would continue to be so.
The saintess was her first friend, and Roa was her first crush.
Roa's hands were very soft, and Est enjoyed the feeling of him stroking her forehead, his fingertips brushing through her hair and caressing her cheeks.
Est liked the scent on Roa and the little interactions he had with her.
This feeling deepened over time; the more she understood him, the more she wanted to get closer.
But liking him was one thing; hearing Roa's lewd words still caused her heart to ache. This pretty boy was really too much.
He had already taken two wives behind her back, and judging by the way things were going, there would only be more in the future.
Roa was indeed a scumbag, but he was a scumbag with principles. Although he knew that saying so would hurt the two elves, he couldn't bear to deceive them.
Once a lie was spoken, it required more lies to cover it up.
Roa didn't treat the two elves as outsiders; he acknowledged his own plans.
After comforting them for a while, Restia leaned in and proposed a series of unequal treaties.
At first, Roa didn't take it seriously, but as he listened, his expression gradually became strange.
"I want you to accompany me shopping."
"Sure."
"I want you to buy me everything I want."
"Okay."
"I want to be able to sleep next to you at night."
"Uh…"
Est stopped being angry and turned her gaze to Restia, whose cold little face was raised, her azure eyes fixed on Restia, who shamelessly made demands.
Restia smiled, her expression still calm and carefree, but this demeanor brought a great sense of crisis to Est.
"Do you know what you're saying, Restia?"
Est coldly questioned the dark elf. Their relationship wasn't particularly good; as fellow elves, their masters were enemies, and it was a miracle they could show each other any kindness.
Usually, they didn't say it, but everyone understood in their hearts. However, when it came to critical matters, it was another story.
They were surface sisters, able to laugh and joke, but once it involved something crucial, they would immediately turn against each other.
Like now.
The two faced off, and Roa tried to mediate, attempting to control the situation.
However, the effect was mediocre; they glared at each other, and the atmosphere fell into a strange stalemate.
Sweat beaded on Roa's forehead, feeling somewhat helpless.
What was this? After finally upgrading his pure body, couldn't he be a little happier?
Roa still tried to awaken the remnants of their lingering affection.
He only heard a cold snort as the two elves turned their faces away, both showing their dissatisfaction through their expressions.
Roa felt a bit embarrassed, but the situation not escalating was a good thing.
At least they weren't fighting, right?
After putting the two elves back into the space, Roa finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This was how elves were; to be precise, girls were like this, nitpicking over trivial matters.
It almost turned into a battlefield, and Roa decided to deal with them one by one, pulling out the elves at different times to sweet-talk them, gradually breaking them down.
It was normal for elves to have little tempers, but if those tempers affected future battles, that would be very bad.
In other words, you are all my wings, so please stop fighting.
He thought this way and indeed acted accordingly.
Roa looked up at the moon, the bright moon hanging high in the sky, the dark clouds unable to obscure the moonlight, a round moonlight appearing faintly.
Not much time had passed; the forest was quiet, the hazy moonlight shining on Roa.
His brilliant golden hair danced in the wind, the boy dressed in linen, his demeanor gentle, blending with the world around him. His handsome face appeared even softer under this aura; Roa's looks were already exceptional, the kind that would make girls want to take a second glance.
In this state, he could easily attract many women with just a beckon.
Of course, attracting them was one thing; whether he accepted them was another matter.
Although Roa was a scumbag, he had his limits; he wouldn't just take anyone who nodded.
In the future, Roa would also have a family. Just as Roxy and Mitsuri Kanroji said, they could accept that Roa had other wives, but they wouldn't accept him fooling around outside.
In fact, to some extent, he was even worse than Paul.
He disdained Paul, understood Paul, became Paul, and ultimately surpassed Paul.
Thinking this way, Roa strolled through the shade of the trees, the worry on his face not dissipating.
Right now, even Paul could jump on his head and give him a harsh lecture.
The key wasn't Paul, but Zenith. As a staunch believer in the Pope, his mother would never allow Roa to act recklessly. If Zenith found out, he would undoubtedly face a scolding.
Scolding aside, he chose the women himself, and he would bear the consequences. For the happiness of his wings, all of this was worth it.
Roa gritted his teeth, determined to stand firm at the forefront, taking on the burdens while his women could stay behind him.
Roa comforted himself; after all, good girls were right in front of him, and he couldn't let others take advantage of them.
The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and in the end, he convinced himself to completely drop the pretense.
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Roa still wasn't scummy enough; scumbags needed reasons.
What could be more universally accepted than the excuse of love at first sight?
The autumn breeze brushed against his face, the natural scent coming towards him.
The air was mixed with the smell of earth, and the forest was quiet.
Roa strolled through the forest, enjoying the tranquility brought by the night.
The richness of his spiritual world had slightly changed his perspective on the world.
In the past, Roa simply thought of nature as nature, and matter as matter; there was nothing significant about it.
Now, it seemed otherwise. Elements were not just simple elements; they could form magic, and magic could naturally be broken down into elements.
The world was not as simple as Roa imagined; there were still many mysteries worth exploring.
As the saying goes, "A flower is a world, a blade of grass is a cycle of life," which roughly conveys this principle.
With the strong autumn atmosphere, Roa's steps were steady and gentle, the withered yellow leaves covering the ground, crunching under his feet.
The moon was bright, and Roa walked alone.
In any case, the years were peaceful, the days long; future matters could be discussed later. Who knew what the future held?
As he passed through the narrow path, the natural tranquility and the passage of time brought new insights to Roa. Life, in his view, had a new interpretation.
The branches swayed with the autumn wind, and the shaking leaves in the pitch-black night looked particularly eerie.
Eerie for ordinary people, but for someone like Roa, who was half-immersed in the powers of the strong, even if ghosts appeared, he could directly kill them on the spot.
Roa reached out his hand, and the gentle breeze brought the falling branches and leaves before him. The drifting leaves were not green; half of a leaf had already turned yellow, with traces of being eaten by insects.
Roa played with the branch in his right hand, a mysterious feeling rising within him. Without much thought, he drew elements from the air, not many, just a little bit, and included various elements of wind, fire, water, and earth.
The gathered elements circled around Roa, seemingly curious about what he wanted to do.
Roa did not respond to the lively elements; with a thought, the elements were assimilated into magic under his guidance. It was neither the pitch-black magic of darkness nor the bright red magic of divine might, but rather a vibrant green magic that radiated vitality. Rather than magic, it was more like life force.
The life force slowly infused into the withered yellow branches and leaves, causing a dramatic transformation in that instant.
The yellow faded away, and the traces of insect bites simultaneously disappeared. Not only that, but the rich vitality almost instantly revitalized the branches and leaves.
Tender green branches stretched out, and vibrant green buds sprouted, with decay and decline fading away.
Roa released the branch, which fell to the ground, and the rich vitality was not exhausted; the branch influenced the surrounding fallen leaves.
The effect of elemental affinity was far from over; the skill panel's description was too pale, failing to showcase the true ability of the second stage of the pure body.
Roa was now demonstrating another use of elemental affinity.
The elements transformed into life force, which indirectly pointed Roa towards a new path.
Vitality has a wide range of applications. Not to mention other uses, just in terms of healing magic, it involves casting spells and chanting incantations to convert magical power into vitality.
Essentially, the conversion methods for both are the same.
However, the problem lies in the proportions.
As is well known, healing magic has always been the hardest to learn.
Many holy-level and even king-level mages can only master high-level or even mid-level healing magic.
But now, things are different for Roa. As long as he wants, he can quickly convert magical power into vitality at a very high ratio, then heal himself. Even if he loses an arm or a leg, as long as he has a breath left, he can forcibly bring himself back.
With the level of life here, Roa only needs to expend a little magical power. If he doesn't need an excessive amount of vitality, he can simply wave his hand to directly extract elemental energy for conversion.
Having acquired a new technique, Roa feels quite pleased.
The surprises brought by the power of chaos are immense. This seed has already taken root and sprouted. Who could have imagined that the power of chaos could merge with the pure body, triggering a series of chain reactions?
For a long time to come, Roa will no longer feel troubled by magical power.
What remains is the research on magic and how to elevate the Sword God style to divine level.
By that time, Roa plans to challenge the Dragon God.
Dissipating his aura, Roa warns the elemental elder not to go too far.
Cuddling is fine, but don't always think about cuddling.
As his aura recedes and returns to a normal state, the elemental elder lingers around Roa, reluctant to leave.
Roa shakes his head helplessly, tidies up his appearance, and prepares to return.
In fact, there is no need for tidying up. Life naturally brings a positive buff. The young man is well-dressed, and no matter what he wears, he complements the surrounding environment.
One can only say, as expected of me.
When he returns to the residence, the banquet has just ended, and the servants are cleaning up.
Ignoring the servants, Roa heads straight to his room.
Passing through the living room and heading towards the side courtyard, he goes upstairs directly to his room.
Rudeus's room is not lit, and Roa does not see this guy in the living room, wondering where he has gone.
Roa does not think too much and opens the door, walking directly into the room.
Rudeus has his own ideas. Although Roa is Rudeus's older brother, interfering too much does not necessarily mean it is a good thing.
Glancing at the oil lamp hanging on the wall, he gathers fire elemental energy and ignites the lamp.
Throughout the process, Roa does not move a finger. He once again feels the convenience of magic and sincerely marvels at how revolutionary magic truly is.
Roa does not sleep. He feels very excited at the moment, so sleeping is naturally unnecessary.
Opening the window, he looks at the bright moon outside from the second floor, takes a breath of fresh air, and sits at the table to start developing new magic.
This time, it is no longer about the use of magical power, but true spell development.
Developing magic is destined to be difficult; the process of magic development is far from as simple as Roa imagined.
Especially since the direction he wants to develop this time involves time and space, making the development process even more challenging.
Magic can indeed involve time and space; this is beyond doubt.
No matter how powerful a swordsman is, they are only strong in themselves. When faced with problems, they can only rely on brute force to solve them. But once brute force fails, the swordsman will find themselves in trouble.
Transferring events involves the movement of space, an explosion of magical power, and then a large-scale transfer.
The magic triggered by transferring events is relatively simple. This type of magic only has a starting coordinate without an ending coordinate, and the required skills are not high. The large-scale transfer occurs entirely because of the gathering of such massive magical power.
The transfer location is this world, which is completely random; no one knows where it will transfer to.
Such maze-like formations exist. Some unfortunate adventurers might accidentally step on a random transfer magic circle and be thrown into the midst of monsters, ultimately being bitten to death by them.
The difficulty of arranging random transfer formations is not high; as long as there is a starting coordinate, it can be done.
However, directional teleportation is much more troublesome, especially since the magical power consumed for such coordinates increases with distance.