MF had given everything that needed to be done for the next 3 days to Foel. At first the little mouse was pouting nonstop but eventually MF was able to convince her that she would give Foel everything she wanted.
'I hope she won't ask for anything crazy, she will but I hope she doesn't.'
The nasty rocket wings on her back could only make her go 300mph which wasn't as fast as what she did on the unknown realm when trying to run away from Crysaj's golden tentacles. She really needed to do something about the annoying air resistance, knowing that she didn't have any barrier capabilities other than her heavy and polymerized muscles.
Not only did she want to explore everything and find a perfect place to do body modification via flight, but also to scout if there were any activities near her borders .
So far, there were no travelers or Usurpers nearby until she reached 3 kilometers to the west. She found a caravan of merchants who were on their way to her Citadel.
Because MF was so high in the sky, she remained unnoticed by the caravan that were guarded by a few Usurpers within the Golden Orb stages, which isn't really a big deal unless they had a strong artifact within their arsenal.
"Hmm, this is a great way to spread rumors."
MF conjured a spear and thrusted it into her bowels before going down like a dispatched eagle.
Like a falling star, she dived into the ground near the merchants before eventually bracing for a heavy impact.
"What is that!?"
"It could be a Shrieker or an injured usurper. Go approach it!"
As two of the bodyguards approached the crater they saw a heavily wounded individual—due to the violent landing.
"A construction spell… No, a body modification spell, but I didn't sense any mana within her."
"You idiot, go help her!"
"R-right!"
The bodyguard with a dragonoid pair of horns jumped into the crater to save a downed damsel. Giving her one of the life-saving pills he had, the lady then yawned her gaze. At the same time, the man's eyes were staring at the body part that is definitely not her eyes.
MF then acted as if she was fully rejuvenated, standing taller than the man who was saving her. She plucked the spear on her bowels away before proceeding to princess-carry the man. She then flew to the air for a while before wafting to the other guards and merchants.
"Lucky dude, she's hot."
"Which direction was this caravan heading to?" MF said, as the aiseirighian she cradled was having the best time of his life.
"We're heading east, Gaia Citadel to be exact."
"If you saw my state a while ago, I recommend you cease your destination, because the Gaia Citadel is no more."
"W-what happened!?" shouted the seemingly aristocrat behind the merchant.
He hurriedly got off from the carriage with a face full of panic. Appearance wise, he seemed to be someone from a prominent family, an Aiseirighian family. His jade-patterned forward horns seemed familiar to someone within MF's memory.
MF dropped the guard on her cradle abruptly.
"Ouch!"
"Are you someone from the Kazdal family?" MF placed one of her wrists to support her massive assets, while wryly smiling with her free hand in front of her throat.
The word surprised the aristocrat as he immediately associated the fierce beauty as a senior acquaintance of his family. He then Immediately put his fist on his palm to show some respect. "Yes, I'm Lacrus Kazdal, the sixth son of Maji Kazdal. How does the senior know my family?"
Lacrus wanted to know. Even if he was coming from an aristocratic clan, the Kazdal family was below many prominent clans because of the loss of many of their strong Usurpers who died fighting an Angel.
'She is not a normal usurper, only a high concealment formation proficiency could hide one's mana wavelength,' Lacrus thought. 'Not to mention, it needs someone with high knowledge and numerous high level technique core for a cultivator to tamper with one's physical body, especially body part creation like that deadly wing.'
A Technique Core is the culmination of a spell repetition that turns into a subconscious string within the miniature realm. It's like skill proficiency, the existence of a technique core will enhance the capability and efficiency when casting the spell or formation that had accumulated this particular feature.
And because of this, a cultivator at Peak Alcazar Foundation could invade others' miniature realm to steal this technique's core. When they do, they immediately grasp the nature of the spell or formation to the height of those cultivators they stole from.
"I met your ancestors in the past." MF smirked. "I want to converse more but I'm currently in the pursuit of dangerous Calamities, I should suggest to all of you to go back to where you came from. Gaia Citadel is no more."
"I deeply appreciate the warning." Lacrus gestured to his underlings to bring something. "I hope Miss venerable would accept this gift from me for telling us beforehand."
On the cradle of his underling was an artifact. A dagger with a crystal blue blade that bore a purple hue on the narrow end with a nasty spiraling guard that enveloped the handle as it got sharper into the far-end bottom from the handle.
Lacrus didn't hesitate to give one of the precious treasures he acquired on his journey via excavating an ancient tomb. Of course, MF noticed the craft as she remembered the exact Usurper a couple of hundred years ago who created this dagger.
"The Seth's Finger, " said the joyous MF who never thought to gain something from pursuing this encounter. "A living dagger that could gather mana passively at the rate of a Golden Orb stage cultivator."
Seeing the venerable man who smiled at the offering he gave, his heart was filled with hope if he would be able to gain her respect for future situations.
"I wanted to show my appreciation but my time is nigh." MF put the dagger into her pocket-space pouch, and then she took out numerous artifacts that were not usable for her like taking out trash from the bin. "These were something that was of no use for me, take it as you will."
She still had more, in fact. Because all of those items were actually the belongings of the Usurpers that Foel and her assassinated at the one night conquest. Might as well collect all of those for diplomacy purposes.
"Before your venerable departure, may I know your name?"
"Ouroboros."
Without saying much, MF immediately fueled the organic rocket on her wings to the point of radical combustion, gushing out winds before leaving with a sonic boom from a lower height.
She soared at a speed that was higher than what she was supposed to handle. The feeling of the burning skin was meant to regenerate her mental health.
'Huwaaa, that was extremely scary, there were so many people! A minute more and I would go limp on the ground from that many gazes.'
After the awkward confrontation attempt, she found a natural cave on a mountainous domain northwest from Ouranos Citadel.