Defiant potential?

Su Li emerged from the bathroom, feeling that defiance was not limited to Selanweir's talent! Though he had anticipated that, being a Half-Elf, Selanweir would be extraordinarily beautiful, the young girl who had just washed away the grime still amazed him to the point of stun.

At the mist-wreathed entrance of the bathroom, the girl tread barefoot over the smooth stone floor. Her damp, water-blue long hair cascaded down, the water droplets at the tips refracting sunlight, akin to stardust fallen in the aurora of an ice field.

Those azure eyes inherited from Elven bloodline reflected the clarity of ancient glacial abysses. As her lashes fluttered, the ripples made the ice crystal lights within seem like flowing galaxies.

Draped in a frost-colored silk robe, the faint blue veins on her collarbone surfaced — marks of the Ice and Snow Valkyrie's bloodline yet to awaken. The cold-toned pallor beneath her translucent skin mingled with the unique warmth-pink of a human girl at her neckline, like the surging spring beneath melting ice in early spring. When her fingertips brushed against the loose robe sash, water trails condensed from mist cascaded down her arm, suddenly forming a hexagonal frost flower at her wrist, which quietly melted with her body heat.

Most alluring of all was her slender waist. The exaggerated cinching highlighted curves of her ample bosom and rounded hips, remarkably graceful, proving that beauty didn't need a blade to conquer but vanquished through the waist.

This was indeed beauty of empires falling; her peerless elegance was not conjured like Aeliria's through Illusion Technique!

Su Li stared at her, forgetting to use the towel on his hair, irresistibly lost in her eyes, a glacial abyss of azure.

This girl, although tall, possibly reaching 178 cm, still had the demeanor of a maiden. Seeing Su Li's heated gaze, her warm-pink skin swiftly flushed into a blush, and she lowered her head in slight embarrassment: "Gr… Greetings, Master… Do you… need me to help you dry your hair?"

Master!?

This impactful title finally awakened Su Li from her gently beckoning, luminescent-pool-like azure eyes.

Indeed, he was now the master of this young lady. Others either called him Lord or called him Young Master. The title "Master" was truly the first time.

He thought it over, took a deep breath, and didn't refuse. He sat on the couch in the bathroom's resting area, saying to Selanweir: "Then please, do go ahead."

Selanweir nervously gripped the towel and stood behind Su Li, her abundant and soft chest looming heavily above Su Li's hair. Such close proximity and intimate contact with the opposite sex were experiences she had never had. Previously, she was carefree, the cherished princess of her parents, a pure girl untarnished by worldly affairs. She had once harbored youthful dreams like any girl, fantasizing about the appearance of her lover, and the circumstances under which she would give over her slender, graceful, and innocent body to him, subjected to his powerful impact and arbitrary indulgence.

Yet all these fantasies were swallowed by despairing Darkness, when the man before her ripped through, akin to the breaking dawn, standing in the ship cabin's entrance, all fantasy roles transformed solely into his likeness.

Though choices were beyond reach, there was one thing that greatly comforted her: the man who forcefully burst into her world carrying light, claiming her future entirely, didn't disappoint in appearance. He was young, amiable, and brimmed with a Knight's domineering presence.

Especially the scene upon first meeting deeply embedded in her mind, this man seemed to always radiate light in her heart, rendering even an ordinary face appearing clean and delightful, like a prince beneath sunlight.

Hence she wasn't much repulsed by such contact; fingertips lightly touching his head and skin felt the body heating up, pure white wrist remaining pristine.

Within the bathroom, only their hurried breath echoes under accelerated heartbeats.

After quite a silence, Selanweir felt she ought to say something to shatter the atmosphere, yet feared disturbing the Master's tranquility.

In her uncertainty, Su Li took the initiative and asked, "Do you have any family left?"

Selanweir jolted, body trembled, her bath towel nearly slipping from her chest, hastily supporting her bosom with her left hand while clumsily continuing to help Su Li dry the moisture from his hair with her right: "No… none left. My father passed away early, my mother sacrificed in defense of the Holy Land against the Dark Elves, dying in the warfare, and all my other relatives perished in succession in that war; I was captured as an ordinary civilian without resistance capabilities."

Apparently, she hadn't served anyone before, hence it wasn't a comfortable drying but instead left Su Li's hair rather tousled.

So Su Li took the towel from her clumsy hands to dry his hair himself, then turned to her, saying: "In this world, war, plague, Darkness, and despair are constant. People need to look ahead; past matters can only be buried under the Darkness of history. From now on, you are mine, I shall treat you as my courtier. Hereon, your destiny stands with mine, sharing my honor and disgrace!"

On hearing this, Selanweir widened her pupils in shock, azure eyes like fracturing icebergs, producing never-ending ripples, mysterious and enchanting.

She even forgot the sliding towel, leaving it gently tumbling to reveal a body whiter than snow, possessing warm-pink fairness.