Chapter 57: Tilisa’s Divine Maiden Transformation
“What was that just now?” The two elf maidens stood by the window looking up at the sky, but no matter how hard they looked, they could no longer find that dazzling golden sun.
“A golden sun? But it’s nighttime. Mother Goddess above, what happened?”
“Could we have seen wrong?”
“How could that be? One person seeing wrong is possible, but two people… Your Highness saw it too, right?” The two elf maidens turned their gaze to Estride, who was looking down at her tea’s surface, lost in thought.
That golden sun—she had noticed details others missed.
It wasn’t just a simple blazing sun. It was covered with many characters, written in Elvish.
She had definitely seen them somewhere before, it seemed like in…
Could it be a coincidence?

Divine Maiden Transformation countdown: 00:00
In a freshman temporary dormitory room at Coleman Academy, golden light blazed like a deity descending upon the earth.
A brilliant sun and a golden harp surrounded by light slowly rose behind the blonde girl. Profound and difficult Elvish characters, numerous as stars, swirled and rotated around her like living creatures.
On the back of her right hand appeared identical golden sun and harp patterns, outlined in golden thread, gleaming brilliantly against her jade-white skin.
Elegant and mysterious melodies rang in her ears, like angels’ dirges, like nature’s sacred song, as if they could cleanse the soul.
The energy that burst forth nourished the girl’s body. Her height and feminine characteristics visibly increased as the girl gradually grew into a graceful young woman.
In the mirror, as her height increased, the scar on her face gradually disappeared.
The energy contained within had been completely absorbed, and the mark upon it naturally dissipated.
Initially, placing hope in Divine Maiden Transformation and considering it largely a gamble had been somewhat laughable.
Thinking seriously about it, how could a Divine Maiden Transformation that required digesting a divine blade be so simple?
But none of that mattered now. The internal inspection information appeared before her eyes.
If this was a gamble, she had won big.
Name: Tilisa Garnorin
Status: Awakened
Race: Golden Elf
Divine Maiden Domain: [Sacred Grove Protection]
Divine Authority:
First Divine Authority [Blade of Destruction and Creation – Sacred Annihilation]
Second Divine Authority [Verdant Celestial Fragrance]
Third Divine Authority [Authority of All Forests]
With her heels supporting her shapely bottom, platinum hair falling like silk across the bedding, the spotless elf maiden opened those olive gem-like eyes, free of all worldly desires.
For the Crown Cup, her goal was no longer simply avoiding expulsion—it was to claim first place before everyone’s eyes.

“This is really strange. How’s the sun coming out in the middle of the night? Did I see wrong?” An elderly man in white robes wiped his sweat as he passed through the temporary dormitory building and came to a room.
“This should be the right place.” He politely knocked on the door three times.
“Excuse me, is student Dilin in?”
Nearly half a minute passed with no response.
“Already asleep? Well, tomorrow is the Crown Cup after all. This is troublesome.”
Just as he was looking troubled, the door suddenly opened.
“Hello, may I ask what you need from me?” A black-haired youth opened the door and looked at the elderly man outside.
“Ah, sorry, I didn’t disturb your rest, did I, student Dilin?” The old man studied Dilin. His face showed no signs of sleepiness, and his clothes were properly worn, indicating he hadn’t gone to bed.
However…
Whether it was the old man’s imagination or not, he felt Dilin’s expression was somehow excessively calm, and some subtle behaviors seemed awkward, though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was awkward about them.
“No, if you could be brief.”
“Ah, terribly sorry. The thing is, I’m the academy’s weaponsmith. Tomorrow’s the Crown Cup, so I came to ask what weapon would suit you—the academy will provide it.”
“A weapon?” Dilin thought for a moment. “Mm, you’ve come at just the right time. I was worried I couldn’t get a decent weapon.”
“Let’s keep this short. I need a longbow made of white cedar wood.”
“A longbow?” The old man was somewhat surprised. “Are you sure you don’t want a firearm? Our academy has quite a few quality firearms.”
“No need. I’m not the one who’ll be fighting.” Dilin shook his head.
“Oh, right… But why do you specifically want white cedar wood? Purple cedar has excellent elasticity—wouldn’t that be better?” The old man was puzzled.
“A bow made of purple cedar wood isn’t as durable for me as one made of white cedar.” Dilin bowed to the old man. “Thank you for your trouble.”
“Don’t mention it—this is part of our job.” The old man didn’t ask further about why Dilin specifically needed white cedar wood.
His responsibility was simply to provide the weapon Dilin requested.
“Tomorrow, I’ll deliver the weapon you need right to your dormitory door.”
Soon after, the door closed and the old man left.
That bow the child gave him—something was odd about it…
The old man belatedly realized.
He figured out why Dilin’s subtle behaviors seemed strange—his movements were too refined. Whether in speech or behavior, everything was refined in a way that didn’t seem like a boy.
Why would he think such a thing?
The next morning, the old man yawned as he stood in front of the freshman dormitories, carrying a large bundle wrapped in white cloth on his back.
Usually there was quite a bit of foot traffic here, but today it was completely empty.
The Crown Cup was about to begin, and the freshmen living here had gotten up earlier than each other, all heading out to scout the location in advance.
Honestly, the old man was worried Dilin might not make it in time.
Finally, he saw a figure walking unhurriedly from the dormitory entrance.
“Good morning, honored elder. I apologize for keeping you waiting.” The straight-postured Dilin came before the old man and bowed in thanks.
“No need, no need to be so polite.” The old man waved his hand, feeling this child called Dilin was being overly polite—more precisely, his honorific language and etiquette were too formal and standard, so standard it seemed excessive.
“Here, this is the white cedar longbow you requested.” The old man handed the white cloth bundle from his back to Dilin.
“Thank you for your generous assistance.” Dilin opened the bundle and inspected it.
“I’ve told you this is part of my job—no thanks necessary.” The old man shook his head. “I hope you can use it to prove yourself on the field.”
“Mm, I understand. My gratitude is beyond words. You worked all night—please hurry back and rest. Oh, and please tell student Estride thank you for me.”
“Uh…” Hearing this, the old man’s expression froze, and he quickly said, “Student, what does this have to do with little student Estride? This wasn’t something I rushed to make—it’s all from the academy’s…”
“White cedar wood comes from the remote border regions of the White Glass Kingdom, and its elasticity is mediocre—not as good as purple cedar for bowmaking. Purple cedar grows right near Coleman territory, so the academy would never go to the trouble of choosing inferior, more expensive materials over better, cheaper ones, abandoning purple cedar for white cedar.” Dilin looked at the white wood longbow in his hands and continued.
“Therefore, Coleman Academy’s reserves certainly don’t include white cedar bows. Since they don’t have any, you must have made this overnight.”
“Your dark circles and fatigue, though deliberately concealed, appear unnatural precisely because they were hidden.”
“The academy couldn’t possibly deploy a professional weaponsmith to craft a custom weapon overnight just for me. It could only be her.”
“This…” The old man was left speechless by this analysis, knowing he couldn’t fool this overly clever youth, and could only sigh.
“Your Highness was afraid you’d be stubborn and refuse her help, so she didn’t mean to deceive you…”
“Please thank her for me. I’ll accept the bow.” After speaking, Dilin bowed. “I’ll take my leave first.”
“Hey wait! You forgot the quiver!”
“I don’t need that sort of thing.” Dilin left only his back to the old man.