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Miranda was momentarily stunned by the question, confusion flickering across her beautiful, charming face.

"The hidden races...?" she murmured.

"Yes." Leon nodded and pressed further. "What’s your opinion on them? Can you tell me about them?"

With the matter of Velix and the unification of mankind settled, his next objective was clear—dealing with the hidden races. As the old saying went, before facing an enemy, one must first gather information about them.

Though the hidden races were not his enemies now, there was no guarantee they wouldn’t become one once he stepped into their domain.

After all, he had no way of knowing their stance toward him—the Fated One.

Furthermore, the fact that Demon Emperor Amon Crimson and Hero Luminus Troya had created a token to suppress them clearly showed their lack of complete trust.

That alone suggested one undeniable truth—they had a high likelihood of betrayal and might refuse to cooperate with him against the Evil God.

He even began to suspect that the appearance of the Temple of Twilight was somehow connected to them. It seemed far-fetched but not impossible.

More than seven thousand years had passed since the war between the Evil God and all races, and the descendants of humanity, the dragon race, and the demon race had long since forgotten that history.

Only the hidden races were likely to still possess records of those events.

Of course, this was merely a theory—one he wouldn’t be foolish enough to voice as an accusation without proof.

Miranda found Leon’s question reasonable and gave a small nod.

"Which race would you like information on, Master?" she asked softly.

She then glanced at the small, empty, circular table to her left and raised her hand.

*Buzz!*

A faint black light flickered on the table before materializing into a medium-sized teapot and two teacups.

Miranda shifted slightly, poured tea into the left cup, and gracefully handed it to Leon.

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"Master, have some tea to refresh your mind," she offered politely.

Leon smiled faintly and accepted the cup. "Thank you."

He took a sip of the tea and was pleasantly surprised by its exquisite flavor—on par with the expensive tea Athena had prepared that afternoon.

After a few more sips, he placed the teacup back on its saucer and turned to Miranda.

"I want to know about the Elven race first," Leon said casually.

His reason for choosing the Elves was simple—he had encountered one of them in Rothinia, the fortune-teller girl, Elina.

Because of that, he had a favorable impression of the Elven race. Moreover, the portrait of the stunning Elven woman hanging in Elina’s tent had left an unforgettable impression on him.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, her charm on par with Liliana’s and Athena’s. Stay connected through novelbuddy

Considering Elina’s status as the elven queen’s sister, Leon speculated that the woman in the painting was none other than the queen herself.

"The Elven race, huh? I see..." Miranda nodded slightly before taking a sip of her tea. She then lifted her gaze to the starry night sky.

"When it comes to the Elves, they are among the strongest races in the world—on par with the dragons, demons, and humans," she began.

"They are also one of the oldest, with a history spanning tens of thousands of years."

Leon listened attentively, showing no intention of interrupting.

"Furthermore, they are a highly loyal race, known for keeping their word and honoring their promises," Miranda continued, turning to Leon. "Master, to be honest, compared to other races, the Elves are the least likely to betray you."

"Oh?" Leon raised an eyebrow, surprised by her statement. "Why do you say that? Can you give me a reason?"

Miranda gave a small nod before explaining, "You’re aware of the World Tree, aren’t you? That massive, towering tree is the very foundation of the Elven race—their source of life and the deity they revere."

She paused for a moment, took another sip of tea, then continued with a mysterious smile, "The World Tree itself possesses a spirit known as the ’Spirit of Life.’ And… she had a special relationship with my previous master, Demon Emperor Amon Crimson."

"Pfft!" Leon, mid-sip, nearly choked on his tea and coughed violently. He turned to Miranda, eyes wide with shock. "A special relationship with Demon Emperor Amon Crimson? Are you saying—"

Before he could finish, Miranda chuckled and cut him off. "Yes, exactly what you’re thinking."

Leon fell silent, momentarily stunned by the weight of the revelation.

He never expected such a monumental secret to exist between Amon Crimson and the World Tree Spirit.

A flicker of doubt and curiosity crossed his face as he hesitantly asked, "If there’s a special relationship between them, does that mean Demon Emperor Amon Crimson had two partners in his life?"

"No, Master, you’re mistaken," Miranda replied casually. "The Demon Emperor was an incredibly loyal man. He had only one wife—his one and only beloved—the Spirit of Life."

Leon’s brows furrowed slightly. He fell silent for a moment, as if piecing together a puzzle just beyond his grasp. Then, realization struck. His eyes widened, and his heart pounded.

"Wait… if Demon Emperor Amon Crimson only had one wife, then doesn’t that mean Morgan Crimson and all his descendants are connected to the Spirit of Life?"

Miranda let out a soft chuckle and nodded. "Yes, exactly. Every Demon Emperor throughout history is, in truth, a descendant of the Spirit of Life."

Leon took a sharp breath, a chill running down his spine.

’Damn… this secret is beyond shocking!’ he thought, still struggling to digest the revelation.

Now, he finally understood why generations of Demon Emperors, from Morgan Crimson to Liliana, possessed extraordinary talent and consistently stood out in their respective eras—it all traced back to the influence of the Spirit of Life.

As the saying from his previous world goes, "A dragon cannot give birth to a puppy, just as a dog cannot give birth to a dragon."

Beyond Demon Emperor Amon Crimson’s own prowess, the true force behind the greatness of the Demon Emperors throughout history was their mother and ancestor—the Spirit of Life herself.

After a moment, Leon took a sip of his tea, letting its warmth steady his lingering shock.

Then, he turned to Miranda and asked, "Since you said the Elven race is the least likely to turn against me, which race has the highest chance of doing so?"

Miranda fell silent, her expression gradually turning serious. "That would be the Giant Race."