Chapter 109: Yo yo yo, isn’t that Dolina?

Xiao Guang’s snow-white feet were slightly longer than Priestess’s, but that was just because Vilyric’s figure was quite petite. Little Dragon Daughter’s feet, just right for a single hand to hold, revealed the most standard and delicate vitality of a young girl.

However, it was probably because she was used to walking barefoot that when she suddenly wore such inconvenient crystal high heels, Giant Dragon Miss’s posture looked quite odd.

Looks like it will take some time to adapt.

“Alright, alright, almost there! Hmm, my little Guang looks so cute in this outfit! How does it feel?”

Dressed up in ceremonial attire, Giant Dragon Miss awkwardly walked toward her master, first turning her moist gaze all over the Black-haired Girl’s body before blushing and nodding.

“Not too bad, as long as I can wear the same outfit as my master, I’m fine with it.”

“Haha, but it’s not really the same! If you had to say, it’s more like couple’s outfits—just, you know, same-sex… sort of like best friends? Well, it’s kind of similar, anyway.”

“C-couples…?”

Suddenly, Little Dragon Daughter’s delicate face turned even redder, although her subtle makeup masked it and didn’t make it too obvious. Vilyric also stood up after finishing her hairstyle with the help of Leila and Renée.

She didn’t do anything particularly extravagant with her hair; she simply adjusted the shape of her bangs that usually hung like a waterfall and added a few decorative hairpieces that were more like icing on the cake.

This was all taken care of by the two sisters. After all, Vilyric had only been living as a girl for just over a year and rarely paid attention to appearances; she could be said to be completely clueless.

The Priestess quickly glanced at the winged sisters who were wrapping things up. They seemed to be becoming more and more like Vilyric’s personal attendants. Since Leila and Renée had come along, many of the little day-to-day chores had indeed become much easier.

Vilyric had heard everything the sisters said to the Wing Emperor earlier. Although their true intent was for them to stay in the Kingdom of Azure after this, if…

Well, let’s just see how it goes.

Anyway, Vilyric wasn’t planning to leave anytime soon.

“Alright, let’s head out.”

The venue for the Wing Emperor’s birthday banquet was at the largest and most luxurious hotel, the “Palace of Wings,” located in the Reception Area. It was said to be a national chain with at least a thousand branches.

Though officially unstated, Vilyric, who had long received intel from Philena, was well aware that the “Palace of Wings” was actually funded by the “Free Wings,” with the biggest boss being Wing Emperor Aistini.

This could be considered their home ground.

Furthermore, including Edwina, the five of them did not attend the banquet with members of the United Kingdom represented by Philena, but instead appeared as special invited guests of the Wing Emperor.

There would probably be many relevant figures from all over the world and various factions there, and Vilyric didn’t want to be labeled as “United Kingdom of Humans” from the get-go, as that would cause her unnecessary trouble during her travels.

Just like how the United Kingdom of Humans is hostile toward outsiders, many other intelligent races and even countries in the world have a rather poor impression of this exclusionary nation.

The streets were bustling, probably because the Wing Emperor was hosting a banquet here. The Reception Area, usually devoid of winged people, was filled with many unfamiliar faces, and the red-feather soldiers were already tightly guarding each intersection, vigilantly watching for any troublemakers that might act up during this time.

Even though they wore exquisite and noble dresses and were all first-rate beauties, attracting quite a few glances, Leila and Renée, who resembled noblemen from the human realm, ensured that no one dared to approach casually.

Smoothly, the five girls reached the entrance of the “Palace of Wings.”

Winged people have a habit of residing at elevated heights; in their minds, the number of stories and height of a building represents the social status of the inhabitants.

Just like the “Temple of Sky,” where gods are worshiped, it is undoubtedly the highest structure in the entire Sky City and Sky Island.

The “Palace of Wings” couldn’t escape this trend either.

This giant building stood a staggering ninety-nine stories tall, like a massive stacked burger.

Because the Wing Emperor had reserved the venue, only the top floor of the “Palace of Wings” was open to the public today. Although all the floors still projected the brilliant lights of magical lamps, all entrances were sealed.

Oh, it might sound a bit strange to say this, but as previously mentioned, the architecture in the winged people’s kingdom isn’t accessed from the ground. No matter how high it is built, for locals with flying abilities, they can find entrances directly in mid-air.

However, considering that many foreign guests were invited this time, the “Palace of Wings” had closed its aerial entrances and adopted the terrestrial habits for land creatures.

As it was a grand birthday banquet personally organized by the Wing Emperor, the hotel’s main entrance was already filled with neatly uniformed winged guards. At a glance, most were armored white-feathered girls, with a few slender boys whose masculinity could only be judged by their looks and form.

The security for this banquet was probably entirely handled by the “Free Wings” and “Royal Wing Guard.”

The white-feathered female captain of the gate didn’t know Vilyric, but upon seeing the invitation she presented and the two stunning white-feathered sisters behind her, she studied the group’s composition and instantly appeared to understand, flashing a friendly smile.

“Ah, it’s you! Lady Sigrid has mentioned a few of you to me. Please, come in; there will be personnel to guide you inside.”

“Alright, thank you!”

After returning a smile in response to her friendly demeanor, Vilyric stepped through the door and entered the “Palace of Wings.”

Sure enough, just as the captain had said, several maidens dressed in uniforms similar to but different from those of the “Fragrant Auction House” awaited along the corridor. They, too, were all white-feathered.

“Welcome! Please step into the teleportation array at the end of the hallway; we will transport everyone directly to the banquet venue.”

The girls’ voices rang out like silver bells in unison. It seemed they had all undergone professional hospitality training, with their smiles pure and natural. Their gestures were synchronized, which was pleasing to the eye and fostered a good impression.

However, Vilyric didn’t immediately follow their instructions to be teleported; instead, her brow suddenly arched as she looked with a smirk at a figure among them.

“Hey, isn’t that Dolina? The great contributor of Omoland, how did you end up here welcoming guests at the door?”

“Huh?”

A certain adorable girl, even though she wore a somewhat revealing serving outfit, couldn’t hide her bookish charm. She froze for a second as a carefree smile abruptly stiffened on her face.

“V-v-v-vilyric!!??”

It was clear that she had just recognized the Priestess, who had once saved her life, was reliable at critical times, yet usually had a mischievous side.

   

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