“Your body?” Emily thought for a moment, shook her head, then after a while, nodded.

“Where do you feel unwell?” Alex immediately stood up from his chair, leaning forward slightly as he looked at Emily, his expression suddenly a bit tense.

“It’s just... it feels like there’s a ball of fire burning inside my body. I’ve felt it before, but it’s never been this hot. It’s a bit uncomfortable. Father, what’s happening to Little Emily?” Emily looked at Alex, her little face already flushed red, gazing at Alex with a bit of confusion, but she still seemed rather calm.

But Alex was starting to panic. He had thought that since Emily had half-elf blood, eating rice irrigated by the Spring of Life should only be beneficial. But now it seemed that wasn’t the case; instead, it seemed to have triggered something bad inside her.

Looking at Emily’s flushed face, Alex couldn’t think of any solution. This wasn’t a simple fever or cold in a child, and there was nothing in his predecessor’s memories about how to deal with this. As Emily’s face grew redder, he suddenly remembered something, reached out to take Emily’s hand, and said, “Little Emily, come with me quickly, let’s go to the Gray Temple…”

“Father, I think I know what to do.” Emily pulled her hand back, shook her head, and raised her small right hand in front of her, palm up, as if holding something.

“Little Emily, what are you doing?” Alex looked at Emily in confusion.

Suddenly, a bluish-purple flame rose from her palm, shooting half a meter into the air, the terrifying heat distorting the air.

Alex instinctively took two steps back, even knocking over his chair, staring wide-eyed at the bluish-purple flame dancing in Emily’s palm. The flames gradually subsided, finally forming a small bluish-purple fireball.

“Little Emily, are you alright?” Alex quickly asked Emily. The fireball looked even smaller than Emily’s little hand, but the heat was terrifying, making him sense danger. He was worried about Emily, but couldn’t get close, which made him even more anxious.

“Father, I’m fine. Look at this fireball, it’s so cute! Is this magic?” Emily shook her head, the redness on her face fading a lot, looking at the fireball in her hand with excitement, as if it were some interesting toy.

Alex breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Emily’s face gradually return to normal. It seemed the appearance of the fireball had balanced out the heat and discomfort in her body. But looking at that bluish-purple fireball, he narrowed his eyes slightly. He couldn’t be sure if this was magic—shouldn’t a normal fireball spell be fiery red?

Emily saw Alex squinting slightly and suddenly looked a bit flustered. Her hand trembled, the fireball went out, and she quickly pulled her hand back, lowering her head like she’d done something wrong. “Father, please don’t be angry. Little Emily knows she was wrong. I won’t mention wanting to learn magic again.” After speaking, she sneaked a glance at Alex, her little face full of grievance.

“Hm?” Alex hesitated for a moment at Emily’s sudden admission of guilt, but quickly found the answer in his predecessor’s memories. It turned out that to hide his identity and protect Emily, his predecessor had always kept a low profile after coming to Chaos City.

Whenever Emily went out, she had to wear a hat that covered her ears, so others wouldn’t discover she was a half-elf. And though she’d shown a strong interest in magic since childhood, she was strictly forbidden from touching anything related to magic, let alone learning it.

Looking at the aggrieved, downcast Emily, Alex couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache. He could understand his predecessor’s desire to keep a low profile and let Emily live like an ordinary person, doing his best to protect her.

But understanding didn’t mean agreeing. He would never suppress Emily’s nature. In his view, keeping a low profile was fine, but being content with mediocrity was just a lie to comfort oneself.

He once read a saying: mediocrity isn’t scary; what’s scary is living a mediocre life and convincing yourself that plainness is true happiness.

The life of Alex·Alex could certainly not be described as mediocre, but wanting Emily to live a mediocre life—this, Alex could not accept.

The bloodline of the once strongest human knight and the elven princess—maybe she was a genius?

After all, Emily had just mastered the fireball spell on her own. In his predecessor’s memories, even at his peak, he wouldn’t want to face such a fireball head-on.

Looking at Emily with her head down, poking her fingers together, Alex’s heart softened. What an adorable daughter—of course she could do whatever she wanted. Working hard was something he should take on himself.

“Little Emily, look up at me.” Alex said with a smile.

“Father, Little Emily won’t learn…” Emily hesitated, then looked up at Alex. Although her father was very gentle today, she still remembered how angry he’d been the last time she said she wanted to learn magic. She didn’t want to make him angry or unhappy.