Village Head's Debauchery

They would all understand if Patriarch Rylan had talked about normal individuals being satisfied for a whole day after eating this fruit. It was already well known that the appetite of normal individuals could be overwhelmed with food made with magic. So, for him to say this, it only meant that he was not lying, and everything he had just said was the truth.

Nonetheless, Isadora and Lyndon couldn't help but abruptly freeze in their positions as a sudden thought entered their heads.

"Father, are those fruits the ones that you…" Isadora said, trembling as she stared at Patriarch Rylan in shock and astonishment.

Lyndon's lips remained sealed tight, his eyes also focused on Patriarch Rylan as his expression mirrored his sister's.

However, Patriarch Rylan suddenly shook his head in response.

"Now is not the time to bring that up. I promise to explain everything to you later," Patriarch Rylan responded.

Upon hearing the conversation between Princess Isadora and the Patriarch, Leif and the others suddenly frowned.

They could tell this was a very important conversation by looking at Patriarch Rylan's solemn expression.

Nonetheless, since the Patriarch said he would explain more later, they remained silent and said nothing about it.

Patriarch Rylan noticed the chosen gods' suspicious and solemn gaze and sighed briefly. He understood that he would have to explain everything to them as they were the only remaining security the four-eared elves had. So they no longer needed to hide something like this from them.

Observing the sudden solemn atmosphere enveloping the four-eared elves, Iris remained unfazed. Instead, she nodded in agreement. "Though there are more fruits this time, everything Patriarch Rylan has just said is true. You don't need to worry about being unable to satiate your appetite with the fruits for your daily activities, as they are more than capable of doing so," she said.

"Any more questions?" Iris asked.

Leona promptly raised her hand. "I have a question," she stated.

"What is it?" Iris inquired.

"Can we know your names?" Leona inquired, her gaze fixed on the two of them.

"I'm Iris," Iris replied.

"My name is Balt," Balt replied.

"Which Runaway City did you come from?" Leona asked, her curious eyes fixed on Iris' figure.

She had been trying her best to keep the question to herself, but the more she couldn't help but wonder where the Prismerions had come from, the more her curiosity grew. Also, because even Patriarch Rylan didn't know where they came from, even after hearing the names of the race, Leona couldn't keep quiet any longer.

She immediately asked to learn about the origins of the Prismerions the moment she had the chance to do so.

Patriarch Rylan wanted to intervene again. However, considering that he, too, had been curious about the Prismerions' origins and quickly picked up on the confused expressions of the woman before him, he remained silent to see how they would respond.

Even Isadora, Leif and the others were curiously waiting for her response.

However, contrary to her expectations, Iris furrowed her brows in response.

"What is a Runaway City?" Iris couldn't help but ask curiously.

Upon hearing Iris's response, Patriarch Rylan, Leona, and the others were instantly stunned.

"Don't you know what a Runaway City is?" Leona asked, her eyes narrowed at Iris as she scrutinized her whole figure from head to toe, wondering if the woman before her was joking or absolutely telling the truth.

Iris shook her head in response.

The expressions of Leona, Patriarch Rylan, and everybody else couldn't help but change drastically upon witnessing this response.

"You… mean you don't know what a Runaway city is?" Leona asked, her voice trembling with shock and disbelief at the response she had just received.

From the explanation they had received from the Patriarch, the only individuals present during his travels to the Village were the Villagers, not the Prismerions. Seeing the Prismerions, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, they had assumed that maybe the Prismerions had also arrived from a faraway Runaway city, which even they didn't know about.

However, after hearing the woman's response, they couldn't help but be astounded. If she didn't know what a Runaway City was, it was possible that the Prismerions hadn't come from one.

But where did they come from if not from a Runaway City? It seemed unlikely that they had just appeared out of nowhere in the Village.

Even Patriarch Rylan's expression became dignified, pondering on the seriousness of the situation.

Iris shook her head once more. "No, unfortunately, I don't know what a Runaway City is," she responded, her frown deepening as she observed the drastic change in expressions among the four-eared elves.

When Iris's words left her lips, everyone present—Leona, Patriarch Rylan, Leif, and the others—felt their brains suddenly halt as a realization emerged.

Could it be that, like the Villagers, the Prismerions had survived on their own, without a Runaway City?

Impossible! The four-eared elves all thought simultaneously.

They understood that to survive in such a harsh land without the help of a Runaway City, the Prismerion race would need to possess either the same level of strength as the Villagers or even more remarkable, depending on their numbers.

However, if that were the case, it would be impossible for them not to be aware of the Prismerion race unless they were just as secluded as the Villagers.

"What is a Runaway City?" Iris asked curiously, her eyes scanning the strange expressions of the four-eared elves.

She could tell they were inquiring about something significant she had no knowledge of, so her curiosity was aroused.

Leona took several deep breaths inwardly before exhaling tiredly, then focused on Iris. "A runaway is…" she began to explain.

As Leona described what a Runaway City was, Iris and Balt couldn't help but listen with shocked and astonished expressions until she finished her explanation.

"…A city like that actually exists?" Iris asked, her voice trembling as she stared at Leona with a dumbfounded expression.