Village Head's Debauchery
chapter-1081

Patriarch Rylan looked at the sight before him, overwhelmed. He had dreamt of a day like this for a long time but never believed it would come to pass.

"How long will it take to completely build the Four-eared Elves' new residence?" Orion asked, shifting his focus toward Patriarch Rylan.

"With the Tree Nymphs' and the Prismerions' help, it will take less than three months," Patriarch Rylan swiftly assured.

Orion nodded silently. He wanted to check if he would be around during its completion, but it seemed he wouldn't be. He could only wait until Ilse awakened so she could help him replicate Solara's Divine Eye. Then, they would begin their exploration of the outside world.

Patriarch Rylan hesitated before speaking and steeling his resolve. "Chief, I hope you'll indulge my curiosity. I've been wanting to ask about these individuals," he said, his gaze flickering toward Iris, Flintor and the other Prismerion Divine Apostles.

It all started a week ago when they initiated training sessions with the Four-eared Elves' chosen ones. Initially, they thought the newcomers were merely willing to lend a helping hand.

However, witnessing their eagerness to assist the Four-eared Elves, they grew suspicious. Only after some time did they reveal their identity as the Prismerions' Divine Apostles. They were stunned and didn't know how to react.

To them, the Divine Apostles were beings of a higher existence, a truth they were still adjusting to, especially after Crystalia's incident and Iris's complete devouring of a Malevolent Spirit Beast. Furthermore, he was worried about their safety and the Divine Apostles' intentions.

"You don't have to worry; their intentions are pure. They simply want to get along with the Four-eared Elves to make it easier to integrate and learn how to connect with the spirit realm," Orion replied with a smile.

He decided to support the Divine Apostles, knowing their efforts might seem insincere if they expressed this themselves.

A look of realization emerged on Patriarch Rylan's face, and a smile spread across his lips. Is this how it feels to be respected by the other races within Paradise?

Even beings with divine heritage were willing to offer their services, even when they had no obligation. Since there was no reason to worry, Patriarch Rylan's heart immediately settled down.

Isadora couldn't help but smile internally as she watched her father's and brother's

understanding expressions after hearing Orion's response. They had tried to ask her the same questions, but she withheld her response for similar reasons.

Patriarch Rylan turned toward Lyndon and gestured for him to come forward. Lyndon swiftly obeyed his father's orders.

"Chief, after the development of the new area of residence, my son will be taking over as the new Patriarch and handling all future matters concerning the Four-eared Elves. I believe it's time for the old generation to step aside and allow the new generation to take charge," Patriarch Rylan said.

Although he had introduced his son to Orion before, and they had met countless times, he saw this as an opportunity to solidify their relationship.

"I promise to do my best, Supreme Leader," Lyndon said, bowing respectfully towards Orion. At that moment, Orion and the little girl perched on his shoulder and watched him keenly. "I look forward to our future meetings," Orion nodded.

"As long as you put in the effort, I also look forward to working with you," Grace added, nodding in agreement. Having spent time with her mother helping the Four-eared Elves rebuild the Fourth Border City and caring for the environment, she was familiar with Patriarch Rylan, Lyndon, and the Four-eared gods' chosen ones and held a favourable impression of them.

"I will do my best, Princess," Lyndon affirmed.

Grace smiled in response. She appreciated how they handled their words, even if they were influenced by her parents' positions. After all, she considered herself a princess of her mother's status and her father's role. The way her father treated her and how those around her acted reinforced this feeling, though her mother often followed her own path.

Patriarch Rylan observed from the side with a bright smile. If only he knew the current state of Orion's and Isadora's relationship to understand whether they were progressing, he would be sure that the future of the Four-eared Elves' race would be bright.

The atmosphere soon quieted as Patriarch Rylan was involved in the construction after his opinion was needed in some areas. He took Lyndon along to help him learn.

Dariya soon approached and hugged Orion, burying herself under his arm and enjoying his presence. It wasn't every day that she managed to have such a private moment with Orion alone.

Isadora watched the scene with an amused expression. She was already aware of the dynamics within Orion's family, so she understood the reasons behind Dariya's actions.

She found it curious because the affection they showed for one another was contagious. If she hadn't been aware of Orion's other wives, she might have thought they were just a couple with Grace as their child.

Isadora quickly shook off the thought to avoid dwelling on the matter and focused on their current task.

Ilse was slowly beginning to dread waking up.

The first time she awoke, her godly being felt like it was being moulded like clay with water, breathing new life into her. Her eyes widened as memories of her former self-none of which contained information about what had happened to her-flooded her mind.

The memories were more numerous than the reincarnations of a mortal life. Unfortunately, there was no information about how she ended up in her current situation. The memories included who she was and how she could reach that point again.

And for some reason, the divine mysteries detested her resurrection.

Then, a mortal assaulted her. She had wanted to react, to extinguish his soul and mince his flesh with the earth below.

To show the futility of his efforts by trying to bridge the gap between life and death and a divine being was more inconceivable than an animal in a choir heralding the ascent of a

mortal to godhood.

But she couldn't!