279: Chapter 279 Mira's Promotion! 90 Points! Pregnant!

Inside the room.

Mira looked at the potion, her eyes flickering slightly. She said nothing more and reached out to take it.

She raised her eyes to look at Rowan, then without hesitation, tilted her head back and drank the potion in one gulp.

The moment the potion entered her mouth, a warm and overbearing energy slid down her throat into her abdomen.

Immediately, it spread through her body like a volcanic eruption, surging into every limb and bone.

Her body trembled slightly, and she quickly closed her eyes, circulating the Red Maple Breathing Technique to guide the medicinal power to wash over her battle aura pathways.

A faint layer of reddish-gold light began to emerge around her, like maple leaves illuminated by the sun in autumn, bright and scorching.

Rowan stood to the side, watching quietly without making a sound to disturb her.

He could feel that the life energy within Mira was climbing steadily, and the bottleneck of the Peak Knight was also gradually loosening under the impact of the medicinal power.

About a quarter of an hour later, the reddish-gold light around Mira suddenly brightened, then slowly receded.

She opened her eyes, and in her beautiful eyes, it was as if two small flame flowers, like maple leaves, were burning.

Rowan looked at Mira before him and smiled, then scanned the panel.

[90 Points]!

Success!

Mira was also looking at him, a thin mist vaguely rising in her eyes.

Her breathing was still a bit rapid; the battle aura surging within her after just breaking through had not yet completely calmed down, leaving a faint flush on her cheeks.

The whole person was like a red rose blooming after the rain, delicate and dripping with beauty.

Rowan walked over and reached out to gently stroke her fiery red long hair.

Those strands of hair, as bright as flames, slid through his fingertips, carrying a faint floral scent.

Feeling the warmth of his palm, Mira's heartbeat couldn't help but quicken a little.

She lowered her eyes and whispered hesitantly:

"My Lord... how about I go take a bath first?"

She looked down at the thin layer of sweat on her body from the breakthrough; although it wasn't heavy, she felt a bit embarrassed.

Rowan looked at the fine layer of sweat on the tip of her nose and chuckled:

"No need. This is just fine."

"Mm..." Mira's voice became even softer.

Rowan didn't speak again, just reached out and gently lifted her chin...

I do not know how much time passed.

When the setting sun outside the window cast its last ray of afterglow into the room, the whispers and soft moans gradually subsided...

Rowan leaned against the head of the bed, watching Mira sleeping soundly beside him.

Two more new life auras emerged.

He also felt a bit exhausted.

In less than a day, the new life auras of eight qualified offspring were quite a significant drain and challenge for a succubus.

But, the number required for the third milestone had finally been collected.

Next, it was time to quietly wait for the season of harvest.

One day later, the Northern Territory.

Outside the Frostrock Province.

The Night Federation army camp.

The Northern Territory was now in early winter.

The cold wind was like a knife, sweeping across the barren wilderness while carrying fine ice crystals.

Between gray-brown hills, the tents stretched out like a black tide.

Inside the central tent, the lights flickered.

The Night Saintess, Lisel, sat upright on the main seat, her slender fingers tapping lightly on the table.

She was draped in a robe of the dark night stars and moon, her hood half-fallen, covering her lustrous and slender elven pointed ears, revealing only a flawless, stunningly beautiful face with cold eyes.

Those beautiful black eyes suddenly looked toward the direction of the tent flap, as if she knew someone would enter at this moment.

Sure enough, the next moment, the tent flap was lifted, and a figure mixed with the scent of ice and snow rushed in.

Delia's figure appeared at the entrance, covered in the dust of travel, with a thin layer of frost condensed on the edge of her cloak.

She stepped forward quickly, knelt on one knee, and said in a voice that was slightly hurried yet still respectful:

"Your Highness, I have returned."

"Hmm." Lisel nodded slightly, her gaze falling on her, her tone calm:

"Have you confirmed who the Red Moon Proxy is?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Delia raised her head, a trace of fatigue flashing in her eyes, but it was filled with certainty:

"I personally used the Dark Moon Shadow Peering Secret Technique and confirmed it three times; there can be no mistake! It is the Count Golden Flame of the Will Province, Rowan Flynn!"

"Count Golden Flame? Rowan Flynn?"

Lisel's cold eyebrows arched slightly, and the movement of her fingertips stopped.

She had never seen this name on any list worth noting.

The ones she paid attention to were the powerhouses above the seventh rank in the entire Northern Territory; she knew the names, inheritances, and battle records of every one of them.

But this Count Golden Flame, she had no impression of him at all; he had just leapt into her field of vision without any warning.

However, the weight of the five words "Red Moon Proxy" made her dare not underestimate him in the slightest.

Since the other party could become the Red Moon Proxy, it meant that at least within the current scope of the Northern Territory where the Red Moon was reviving, he possessed strength comparable to a legendary powerhouse.

After pondering for a moment, she suppressed the doubts in her heart and continued to ask:

"Then, what is his attitude toward my proposed meeting and discussion?"

Delia replied:

"The other party agreed to meet with Your Highness and is willing to join the Night Federation."

"More specific time and location need to be discussed later. In the current Will Province, the person in charge of the Duke Weiduns Estate, Niss Witton, is willing to act as an intermediary to coordinate the meeting."

"Is that so..." Lisel nodded thoughtfully.

As long as she could see that Count Golden Flame with her own eyes, she believed that not many secrets could be hidden from her gaze.

She remained extremely confused about how the other party became the Red Moon Proxy.

In her many calculations and prophecies, the day of the Three Moons Shining Together had not yet arrived, and the gap of the Moon Chant Tide had not opened; the Red Moon Proxy should not have appeared in advance at this point in time.

But the facts were right before her eyes; her prophecy had deviated so greatly for the first time, which was the first time in her long life.

She pondered for a moment, then waved her hand and said softly to Delia:

"Then, Delia, you go down and rest first. I need to determine the timing and location of the meeting."

"Yes, Your Highness." Delia bowed in salute, then exited the tent.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away into the night.