In the next second, both Stanley Batton and Xyla Quest heard a woman’s voice.

“Keep these objects with you. They will be useful at a critical moment.”

Her voice was unusually delicate and pleasant to hear.

It didn’t sound like an ordinary human’s voice.

Although they could hear her, they couldn’t see the woman as their eyes darted around, looking for the disembodied voice.

Then, the couple exchanged glances when they found nothing except a light floral scent in the house.

There was an aroma of wintersweet flowers and even hints of snow when Xyla inhaled deeply.

Did an elf or a fairy come to their aid? Or was this the nine-tailed demon fox’s disguise?

Xyla’s instincts were telling her that it was the former.

“Don’t overthink it. I’m not the nine-tailed demon fox. Keep those objects.” The woman’s voice still sounded gentle.

Xyla’s eyes filled with wonder again.

It was impressive that the woman knew what she was thinking.

She only denied being the nine-tailed demon fox, but sh