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Chapter 747: Chapter 132: Fairy Nilim Chapter 747: Chapter 132: Fairy Nilim After getting up on the second day, Aiwass took Lily to the place written in the commission letter.

They walked around most of the Fifth Ring before finally arriving at their destination.

It was a rather hidden villa in a remote corner.

It didn’t seem very large, but it was clear from its appearance that it was exquisitely maintained.

The walls were covered in vines, and the house was enveloped by a group of chestnut trees that had yet to bloom.

Consequently, the sunlight streaming down from the sky appeared dim.

Aiwass walked along the jungle path, where there was some moist black soil and the ground was full of pebbles.

Walking here felt different from the resilient sensation of walking on a main road.

In Avalon, country roads often have such pebble paths.

But in the Great Tree Nation, they were something of a rarity.

“This should be the place.”

Aiwass confirmed their location by checking the nearby landmarks once again.

Suddenly, the leaves rustled emitting a soft whispering sound.

A chilly spring breeze brushed across Aiwass’ cheeks, and his hair, which had grown back to shoulder length, fluttered in the wind.

The chilly wind here seemed to be alive, playfully trying to slip into Aiwass’ collar…

——In the next moment, Aiwass swiftly reached out his hand and pinched a strange creature from inside his collar.

Once Aiwass caught it, the creature gradually emerged from its invisible state.

“How rude!”

It yelled loudly, its voice so shrill it sounded like an androgynous child: “Let me see what’s wrong, will you!”

“This is…”

Lily came over, curious.

Gradually, the thing became visible.

It was about as tall as Aiwass’ index finger, with transparent wings like a dragonfly covered in a colorful membrane, its overall appearance a slightly greenish gold.

It had a figure somewhat similar to a human, as well as a pretty and delicate face.

“It’s ‘our good neighbor’.”

Aiwass held it between two fingers and said with a smile, “Still a little one, though.”

“Who’s a little one!”

The creature, which had been struggling vigorously in Aiwass’ hand and trying to push his fingers away with its palms, suddenly stopped struggling and rested its hands on Aiwass’ fingers: “I am a mature lady already!”

Fairies are genderless beings, as they do not reproduce through sexual means…

They are all “planted” by the Fairy Queen and have lifespans even shorter than humans, who are a Short-Lived Species.

On the other hand, fairies can freely decide on their own title.

Whether it’s “Mister,” “Miss,” “Lady,” or even “Grandma,” “Uncle,” “Sister,” all are possible options.

Perhaps a certain Fairy Uncle after a while, might come back as a Fairy Grandma — such is possible for fairies, such free creatures.

And yet, fairies usually choose their titles based on their “age”…

“…For you, the title ‘lady’ is still too early.”

Aiwass released his grip and held her in the palm of his hand, bringing her a bit closer to his face: “You’re still too small, little miss.

How should I address you?”

Just by looking at her size, Aiwass knew she was a fairy born not long ago.

Fairies don’t age or grow normally; after their birth, they have only two states — with wings, they will appear as young as seventeen or eighteen-year-olds regardless of their age; and once they lose their wings, they quickly become about half a meter tall like middle-aged to elderly people, and then soon turn into half-meter tall old men and women…

It is like a beautiful flower turning into a fruit, and the fruit rotting into a seed.

For fairies, age only determines their size.

A fairy that has just reached adulthood is about the size of an adult man’s palm, and newly born fairies can even sit atop a flower.

When fairies grow old and are about to lose their wings, they can reach almost half an arm in height.

The fairy in front of him was probably only three months old.

Or perhaps even younger.

Fairies mature in two years, lose their wings after twenty years of life, and then can live another twenty years.

But many fairies never lose their wings until death.

They would rather die in a state of beauty, even if it means sacrificing half of their lifespan.

“My name is Nilim!”

The golden fairy proclaimed, “I’m already a year and a half old, and I’m a mature lady now!”

Although she seemed dissatisfied, she didn’t become invisible or fly away.

It was as if she was expecting something.

Clearly, after Aiwass referred to her as “our benevolent neighbor,” she took a liking to Aiwass.

The Fairy Queen herself didn’t care much about such a title, but the fairies were different.

They were like children, very concerned about how they were addressed, especially about being respected, so a “scientific name” was considered a disrespectful title to them.

If people called them “our benevolent neighbors” or “Joyous Spirits,” which conveyed friendliness or respect, they would make every effort to show their goodwill and joy in front of humans.

On the other hand, if people called them “fairy,” “winged creature,” or even “witch,” “monster,” they would lose their temper, strive to demonstrate their strength to exact revenge, and intimidate, making those people feel genuine fear.

Usually, it’s not too bad during their youth…

Once they lost their wings and beauty turned into ugliness, it became very easy to invoke fear, disgust, and wariness in people.

At this stage, they easily became monsters that needed to be vanquished—although there was no difference or change in their nature, fairies’ instinct to retaliate severalfold against any harm to their dignity, such as malice, discrimination, or contempt, turned them into monsters immediately after they lost their attractive appearance.

Regardless, fairies didn’t have complex thoughts, as simple as a blank sheet of paper or a mirror…

Therefore, as long as one mastered the technique, fairies were quite easy to control.

Those particularly adept at communicating with fairies were called “Fairy Scholars.” This was not a profession, but rather a title akin to “Ritualist,” “Cursing Sorcerer,” or “Healer.”

They were surrounded by many powerful fairies and might even receive magical spells gifted by the fairies.

The renegade journalist “Janet Plateau,” whom Aiwass had seen during an advanced ritual before, was a well-known Fairy Scholar.

She accidentally stumbled into the Fairy Hole and fooled a fairy with her articulate skills in dealing with people, receiving the gift of a healing spell from them.

“Well then, respected Miss Nilim.”

Aiwass went with the flow, bowing slightly as a sign of respect—he could have referred to her as “lady” from the start.@@novelbin@@

But by deliberately calling her “little miss” and then promptly addressing her as “lady” after she expressed her dissatisfaction, he gave Nilim the satisfaction of feeling that her attitude and opinions were respected.

As expected, Nilim became giddy as if she had drunk too much, her movements ethereal.

She clamored, “I like you so much, handsome human!

I want to be your friend!”

“Sure.”

Aiwass answered with a beaming smile.

He thought for a bit, plucked a long leaf from a nearby chestnut tree, and folded it into a ring.

“Then this is my gift to you.”

He said, handing it over to Nilim.

Nilim voiced an “oh—” in delight and joyously received the leaf ring with both hands, cradling it in her arms.

“What is this, human friend!” she shouted.

“It’s a crown.

Or a princess crown, or even a hat…

What do you like?”

“I like princess crowns, the kind that shimmer with silver and pearls!”

Nilim said happily, “Thank you, human friend!

I really like your gift!”

As she spoke, she placed the leaf crown atop her head.

The crown instantly transformed into a real princess crown amidst a swirl of green light.

Lily’s eyes widened in astonishment.

—Is that even possible?!