Ten small streams of light burst from the center of the roulette, plunging into the depths of her consciousness one after another like falling stars.
The notifications that flashed by in succession were all ordinary items glowing with white or gray light—a few gold coins, attribute points, scraps of leather armor, black bread…
It was completely as expected.
Celia did not even feel disappointed.
If she were truly a lucky person, she would not have bound herself to this wretched System in the first place.
That was until a hazy purple light streaked across.
**[Obtained: Olivia’s Original Scent Stockings (Quality: Rare)]**
Celia: “…”
Who was Olivia?
And what did “original scent” mean?
She was not a pervert!
The strange items this System occasionally retrieved always left her in this kind of speechless silence.
Just as she thought her first Ten-fold Summons would end hastily with a pile of junk and an embarrassing “rare item”—
The final ray of light did not fall straight down like the others.
Instead, it suddenly froze in the void.
Then, it exploded!
Gold!
‘Holy crap, a Golden Legend?!’
Incredible ecstasy surged over her like a tide.
Had this stingy System finally…
Found its conscience?
**[Golden Legend: Talent Selection Right]**
Without the slightest hesitation, her consciousness instantly reached out.
Activate!
The scene before her eyes changed abruptly.
That heart-tighteningly familiar chaotic space expanded once more, and three hazy spheres of light floated silently in the void, rotating slowly.
Here it was again, a choice of one out of three.
Celia hardly dared to look at the specific descriptions on the light spheres, fearing that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
She could only pray in her heart:
‘Heavenly Mother, this time… please open your eyes and give me a truly useful talent.’
But fate seemed to enjoy playing jokes on her, a fact she realized once again as she looked at the following options.
**Adding Fuel to the Fire**: Sensitivity Value +200, Mental Power +100.
‘What does this mean? Her Sensitivity Value increases by another 200?! She could barely hold herself together when touched lightly as it was. Is this System playing with her? Is this truly a talent and not some form of disguised punishment?’
**Fragile**: Increases all damage taken by 50%, but after each instance of damage, there is a very low probability of instantly learning a random skill related to that damage.
‘…??? If she was beaten to death, what use was learning a skill? To be buried with her?’
**Ocean Dragon Soul**: Greatly increases Stamina and wound recovery speed. Under “specific conditions,” the recovery rate can be doubled.
Seeing the explanation for “specific conditions,” Celia understood almost instantly.
This was inevitably tied deeply to her damned sensitive constitution again.
A strong sense of absurdity swept over her.
Other Dark Elves relied on talent and strength, often being the ones to push their opponents until they completely lost consciousness.
How had it come to her?
Judging by the description, it seemed like she was going to rely on that cursed constitution of hers to…
Tire others into unconsciousness?
The talent was powerful, but this method of triggering it—where was she supposed to put her dignity as a Dark Elf?
The roles of offense and defense were completely reversed for her.
However, it was impossible not to choose a talent.
How could she waste an opportunity gained from a Golden Legend?
After a long silence, Celia eventually directed her consciousness toward the light sphere representing **Ocean Dragon Soul**, her expression a complex mix of humiliation and helplessness.
The light merged into her body.
Feeling the faint, burgeoning surge of life rhythm within her, Celia lay on the bed in the real world, staring at the old ceiling and letting out a deep, deep sigh.
‘What kind of mess is this?’
***
Early the next morning.
The dawn light had not yet fully broken, and the room was a hazy gray-blue.
Celia opened her eyes almost as soon as the first glimmer of light hit the room.
Or rather, she hadn’t really slept during the latter half of the night.
Every time she closed her eyes, she imagined her clansmen discovering the secret of her body and laughing loudly.
In her arms, Ilyas was sleeping soundly, her pale gold hair scattered across the pillow and her breathing steady.
Her arm was still resting unconsciously around Celia’s waist; her body heat was clearly felt through the thin fabric of their clothes.
Celia’s body tensed instantly.
‘Dammit. How could I be so careless? My body’s secret was discovered in just a few days. She even squeezed… This was the first time anyone had touched me there with their hand.’
A surge of heat rushed to her head.
Holding her breath, she slowly pulled her body away from Ilyas’s embrace, inch by inch.
She was terrified of waking her again and triggering some unpredictable touch or investigation.
Having finally escaped, Celia stood by the bed and looked at the still-sleeping Ilyas, letting out a long, silent breath of relief.
The tips of her ears under her purple skin remained burning hot.
She couldn’t stay here.
At least for now, she could not face the waking Ilyas.
With the speed of a fugitive, she briskly packed their belongings and organized everything.
Then, she took out a piece of charcoal and a small scrap of rough paper.
After a moment’s hesitation, she wrote quickly:
“I’m going to the market to buy horses. I’ll be back soon. Do not leave the inn.”
Placing the note in a conspicuous spot by Ilyas’s pillow, Celia took one last look at the sleeping girl before turning to push the door open gently.
The corridor was empty.
Leaning against the closed door, she raised her hand and rubbed her burning cheeks vigorously.
“What kind of mess is this…”
She whispered to herself, frustrated and helpless.
Not long after Celia left, Ilyas’s eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.
She had actually been half-awake when Celia was cautiously pulling away.
Ilyas didn’t move, continuing to pretend she was asleep until she heard the soft click of the door closing.
She sat up and picked up the note by her pillow.
The charcoal handwriting was somewhat rushed.
“Going to buy horses…”
Ilyas read in a low voice.
She could feel Celia’s embarrassment and her desire to temporarily escape.
There was an indescribable, subtle feeling in her heart, a bit like she wanted to laugh, and a bit…
So Celia could be this flustered as well.
She didn’t find it scary or strange.
Instead, she felt that the Dark Elf, who always appeared calm and powerful, had become… more interesting?
However, her curiosity did not fade; instead, it grew even stronger.
Questions about Celia and the way other Dark Elves looked at her still circled in her mind.
Ilyas bit her lower lip and looked toward the door.
It would probably take some time for Celia to buy the horses.
She quickly got up, dressed, tied her pale gold hair back simply, and then took the note, folding it carefully and tucking it away.
She decided to use this time to clear up some of her doubts.
Gently pushing the door open, Ilyas walked toward the inn’s lobby.
As the morning light first appeared, the lobby was much quieter than it had been the night before.
The Proprietress, who still retained her charm, was wiping glasses behind the counter.
When she saw Ilyas, a knowing smile appeared on her face.
“Little girl, up so early? Is something the matter?”