If it were under normal circumstances, James Grant would naturally be happy to let the girl lean against him, but right now, he was no longer in the mood.

Young Master Grant let out a heavy sigh and looked at the girl with a look of facing death unflinchingly. “Can you tell me what exactly is going on?”

His Elvish wasn’t very fluent—after all, it was his first time encountering it—but James Grant still managed to fully express his meaning.

“I am an elf!” The girl gathered her thoughts. “Can you sit down? This is going to take a while to explain.”

James Grant sat down on the ground without any fuss, facing the girl, eyes wide open, afraid to miss any important detail.

“Strictly speaking, I am the priestess of our elf tribe. Although I haven’t been crowned yet, being able to use the Priestess’s Divine Invocation means I already have the qualifications to inherit the role.” The girl began slowly, nestling closer to the tree root and hugging herself tighter.

The forest wind was picking up, and the sky was growing darker—it looked like it was about to rain. Without thinking, James Grant took off his jacket and draped it over the girl’s shoulders.

“Thank you!” the girl said demurely, a blend of allure and nobility appearing on her at the same time.

“I snuck out to gather materials for making potions. I didn’t expect to run into Grella on my way back!” The girl glanced nervously at the gorilla. “So I had no choice but to forcefully use the Priestess’s Divine Invocation, hoping to summon an elemental spirit to fight back, but I didn’t expect…”

“I’m not an elemental spirit!”

“I know.” The girl looked at James Grant apologetically, her voice growing softer and softer. “Actually, my strength isn’t enough to use the Divine Invocation. Normally, I’d need another fifty years before I could truly become a priestess, and only then would I be qualified. This time, I used the Divine Invocation out of desperation… That’s probably why… you were summoned instead.”

James Grant felt an urge to cry.

From the girl’s words, he gathered that because she wasn’t strong enough, the Divine Invocation had essentially failed. The so-called elemental spirit wasn’t summoned—instead, he himself had been brought over.

“I’m sorry!” A mist of tears clouded the girl’s big eyes, and she looked at James Grant with growing unease.

“Can you send me back?” James Grant asked the question he most wanted answered. Although this beauty was rare, just thinking about the battle earlier made James Grant desperate to return to his original world.

Even being hit by a truck would be better than being eaten alive by monsters.

“I can’t!” The girl’s eyes were red, making it impossible for James Grant to scold her.

“Maybe this is the Moon Goddess’s punishment for me!” The girl’s voice choked with emotion.

An elemental spirit is crucial to the future of a priestess. A priestess can only use the Divine Invocation once in her life. If successful, she gains the right to become a priestess, and the elemental spirit will stay by her side until the end of her days.

On the path of a priestess’s advancement, the elemental spirit provides the greatest support!

But now… the girl hadn’t managed to summon an elemental spirit, and instead had brought James Grant over. This was definitely the Moon Goddess’s punishment.

Moon Goddess… The words popped into James Grant’s mind. The Divine Invocation had imprinted all this knowledge into him, so he naturally knew about the faith of the elves.

The Moon Goddess Aini Lu is the spiritual pillar of all elves, the source of all their power.

Looking at the girl’s shoulders shaking with sobs, her mouth constantly apologizing, James Grant couldn’t bring himself to say a harsh word. He just gently patted her head. “It’s okay! I don’t blame you!”

His father wanted him to travel the world, and now he’d ended up in another world entirely. He wondered if his father would be pleased to know.

Chapter 5: The Only Priestess

After comforting her for a while, James Grant felt helpless.

Not only did the girl not stop crying, she actually cried even harder.

Young Master Grant was really worried she might sob so hard she couldn’t catch her breath.

His large hand kept soothing the girl’s back, and James Grant couldn’t help but give a wry smile.

He, the victim, hadn’t even cried, yet this girl wouldn’t stop. Women really are made of water.

Honestly, if this world weren’t filled with all sorts of dangers, James Grant would be happy to stay here. After all, it was a novel and unknown world.

And if he wanted to go back, it wasn’t necessarily impossible. Since the summoning spell could bring him here, there must be some other way to send him back—it just hadn’t been discovered yet.

After a long while, the girl finally stopped sobbing. The moment she lifted her head, James Grant’s heart nearly broke.

Her eyes, red and swollen like peaches, were filled with guilt, and she didn’t even dare look at him directly. Her body, curled up tightly, still trembled from time to time, making her look pitiful.

“What are you thinking about?” The girl saw James Grant lost in thought and couldn’t help but ask.