"Who?" Tyler asked blankly, tilting his head a little.

Priscilla froze, clearly not expecting that response. Her lips parted slightly, and then she gave a half-laugh, half-sigh. "We finally meet again, but you don’t remember me?" She stepped closer, pulling her veil fully aside. "I’m your senior sister from the Frozen Heart Sect... we arrived in this world together. Don’t tell me—you’ve lost your memories too?"

"I did," Tyler admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "It happened recently. They said it should come back in a few months."

Priscilla stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing—a clear, beautiful laugh that echoed across the quiet island. "What a joke...! The last time we met, I was the one with no memory. And now you’re the one who forgot. Hahaha!"

Even Tyler couldn’t help smiling. That laugh—it felt oddly familiar, warm, and nostalgic.

"This girl is definitely going to become Mathilda’s favorite," Mana whispered in Tyler’s mind.

"Huh? But she said I’m her favorite," Zuzia replied, crossing her arms.

"That’s what she says to everyone, even Mana," Mana retorted smugly.

Meanwhile, Moeko hovered nearby, her transparent hands fiddling with her ghostly skirt. "Big Brother Hero doesn’t remember Moeko either?" she asked sadly, her expression pitifully cute.

"Hey! Stop talking in the third person. That’s Mana’s thing," Mana complained.

Moeko stuck her tongue out at her, giggling.

"Let Mana taste this little ghost," Mana said with a wicked grin, licking her lips dramatically.

"Ahh! Brother Hero, save me!" Moeko squealed, darting behind Tyler for protection.

"Just call me Brother Tyler," he said, amused. Then he turned back toward Priscilla. "Looks like we were close once. We can talk about that later. For now... what do we do with this?"

He raised his hand. Floating above his palm was a miniature dragon, a condensed Nascent Divinity—the captured soul of the Mist Dragon. The tiny creature had a long green body and bright red eyes, glaring at him nervously while trying to look cute.

"Tsk." Tyler clicked his tongue. "So what now?"

Priscilla hesitated, then sighed. "Can you... spare my master? Even though she’s a predator—especially toward young dragonions—she isn’t evil. She plays around, but she never kills needlessly. If she really wanted to, that friend of yours—" she pointed to the still-unconscious Yumina lying nearby "—would be dead already. My master just got greedy. She wanted your items."

Tyler looked down at the little dragon in his hand.

The dragon blinked rapidly, then nodded vigorously in agreement, almost begging for forgiveness.

"What do you think, Zuzia?" Tyler asked, glancing to the side.

Zuzia shrugged. "I don’t mind."

He turned to Myrtle and Mana. Both shook their heads in silent agreement.

"Master," Priscilla said gently, looking at the tiny dragon. "These are friends, not enemies."

The small dragon’s eyes softened, and she nodded again, her expression saying I understand.

Tyler sighed. "Alright, fine." He tossed the miniature Nascent Divinity forward. It glowed and merged into the dragon’s fallen humanoid body.

A moment later, a warm breeze swept through the clearing. The Mist Dragon, now in her elegant woman form, slowly opened her eyes. Stretching lazily, she stood up, her posture confident, her robe fluttering as she smiled seductively.

"I don’t want your treasures anymore," she purred, her red eyes glinting. "I think I’ve found something better."

She winked directly at Tyler.

"Master, please stop," Priscilla said, her tone exasperated. "Even though Junior Brother used to be a total playboy, and you’re... well, you, I really can’t handle the idea of you two together."

"Bad Master!" Moeko added mischievously. "Wait until Sister Veronica pushes Big Brother Hero down first!"

"The heck are you even talking about!?" Priscilla’s face turned bright red. She peeked at Tyler from the corner of her eye, flustered.

"Stop discussing mating already," Zuzia cut in, rolling her eyes.

Priscilla sighed, rubbing her temples. "It’s weird... Junior Brother always had insane luck with women and money. In my previous world, he was the richest person in the world! And half the sect’s junior sisters spent nights with him before he even became wealthy."

Myrtle coughed awkwardly, pretending not to hear.

"In fact," Priscilla continued with a grin, "his luck’s so ridiculous, he once escaped an Immortal as a mortal. Hethen stomped the Immortal and Humiliated him in front of the whole world.

Everyone looked at Tyler.

Tyler blinked. "...I DID WHAT?."

Zuzia snorted. "I remember that. You didn’t let me out."

---

A few days later, far above the ocean, a small flying island drifted quietly through the clouds. Sakura trees lined its edges, their petals floating gently in the air. A clear lake glimmered in the center, reflecting the sunlight. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

In the middle of the island stood a cozy wooden hut, its windows open to the sea breeze. Inside, the group rested — Yumina still asleep, recovering from her injuries.

Though the hut looked small from the outside, its interior was vast — ten times larger than it appeared, filled with soft furniture, carpets, and bookshelves.

"This is my apology gift," the Mist Dragon — whose name was Vera — said with a sweet smile. "We’ll drop you off at your destination safely."

"Master," Priscilla groaned, glaring at her. "Can you stop groping Junior Brother already?"

Vera smiled innocently, pretending not to understand. "Priscilla, dear, why don’t you wait outside? I want to discuss... Practitoners insights with your Junior Brother."

"Like hell!" Priscilla snapped. "You just want to suck him dry!"

"I’m really sorry," Vera said dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. "I didn’t know you were a boy. I would never harm a man’s body —outside the bed, of course."

Before Tyler could even react, Vera leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against his ear. Her skin was soft against his arm, and her scent made his brain short-circuit.

"How about we continue our battle in bed instead?" she whispered playfully.

"Not today."

That voice didn’t come from Tyler. It came from behind Vera.

With a swift motion, Priscilla grabbed her master by the collar and, with surprising strength, threw her out of the room.

A loud crash echoed from outside.

"Honestly," Priscilla muttered, brushing her hands together. "You can’t leave her alone for two minutes."

She turned to Tyler and sat down beside him with a sigh. "Don’t mind her. She’s always been like that. She just loves handsome men."

Priscilla sighed softly. "Still, I’m surprised you didn’t take advantage of the situation."

Tyler leaned back, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "It’s fine... though honestly, if I still had my memories, I doubt I’d have stayed so calm. Your master has her own kind of seductive charm. But lacks a little before your charm..."

Priscilla’s mouth twitched, a blush creeping up her neck. "Figures," she muttered. "You really haven’t changed at all, Junior Brother. Such a smooth talker."

From beneath the table came the sound of quiet snickering. Moeko, half-transparent, was hiding under it, trying not to laugh too loudly.

"Moeko!" Priscilla hissed.

"Ehehe~ I can’t help it," the ghost giggled, "So are you gonna push Brother Tyler down?"

---

Later that night, the island was quiet. The moonlights spilled softly through the window.

Priscilla sat in her room, reading through an old scripture scroll. But she stopped suddenly, her eyes narrowing.

Through her divine, she felt a familiar aura sneaking nearby.

"...Tsk," she muttered, standing up. She peeked through the door and saw Vera tiptoeing toward Tyler’s room, her long hair swaying mischievously wearing a seductive dress.

"So that’s your plan, Master..." Priscilla whispered.

Before she could follow, a small voice chimed in her ear.

"I don’t want Big Brother to look like a zombie tomorrow," Moeko said, popping her head out from Priscilla’s chest like a ghostly parasite.

"You’re right, Let’s peek instead."came another voice — Zuzia’s. She was crouched behind them, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Count me in." Moeko eyes shined.

"P-peeking? Princess, you shouldn’t!" Myrtle protested, appearing from the shadows, her cheeks flushed.

"LET’S GO!" Mana shouted, already floating forward with excitement, Lanny quietly following behind her.

A few seconds later, six heads poked out from behind the door frame — Priscilla, Moeko, Zuzia, Mana, Lanny, and Myrtle — all stacked comically on top of each other.

"This is wrong..." Priscilla whispered, her face already heating up.

"Then you can leave," Zuzia murmured back with a teasing grin.

"I-I’m just observing," Priscilla stammered, fumbling for an excuse, "to make sure my junior brother doesn’t get... hurt."

Zuzia smirked but said nothing. Around them, everyone’s faces gradually turned crimson, each pretending not to watch— except for Lanny, who calmly regulated her blood flow to mimic a faint blush.

Priscilla hid her face in her hands. "I shouldn’t be here..." she muttered, but her eyes never left the scene.

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