The other girls in the bath chamber all turned to look, realizing what was happening in the bath chamber next door. One by one, their faces began to flush, but their hearts also raced with excitement.
Carol's face was red too, but then she forced a smile and teased, "You already heard it, Winnie—why don't you just rush over there and join them?"
Winnie shot her a look, then walked over to the sulfur spring and stepped in. "Well, now that I've told you, why don't you hurry over and join them?"
With that, she submerged her naked body completely in the water, sitting down next to Nymeria and letting out a satisfied gasp.
"I didn't hear anything," Carol said with a grin.
Winnie glanced at the wall. "Then go press your ear to the corner and listen—then you'll hear it."
"Can't hear it anyway—these walls are too soundproof," Carol said, her face flushing, heart racing, expression unusually excited. "Hey, what do you guys think—when the Priest and Lady Anno go at it, who wins?"
The girls were utterly embarrassed, yet their hearts burned hot, wanting to join in on the topic. "Probably... Priest Charles, right? He's stronger, so in bed he must be..."
"But this kind of thing is mainly about physical endurance. The Priest doesn't wear heavy armor, but Lady Anno wears plate armor every day and can still move like lightning, so..."
"I also think the Priest would win. Remember, our neighbors are literally the Amazons' residential area. You know their personalities—but besides the Priest, have you ever seen any other man go in there? What does that tell you? The Priest's got a proven track record!"
"Plus, the Priest's weapon is bigger, so that's another advantage..."
"How do you know the Priest's weapon is big? Did you try it?"
"I accidentally caught a glimpse before—looked pretty intimidating..."
"But don't forget, Lady Anno ate four whole oysters tonight..."
"That proves even more that Lady Anno is usually at a disadvantage, which is why she needs oysters for backup..."
The girls giggled quietly, taking turns making dirty jokes, getting more and more excited, their faces growing redder. Carol looked at her friend Winnie and suddenly laughed. "Didn't you also eat two big oysters tonight? And you just heard those sounds—can you really hold yourself back?"
Winnie spat at her. "You ate some too, didn't you? Are you burning up with desire right now, so uncomfortable you're desperate to pick on me?"
"I didn't hear those sounds," Carol laughed. "I'm just worried you're holding back so hard right now, suppressing yourself—that must be uncomfortable."
"I'm not like you with such strong desires!" Winnie shot back. "You're probably the one—two oysters down the hatch, and now you're the one dying of frustration!"
The two girls went back and forth, neither giving an inch, while the other girls laughed, washing and bickering. Hazy steam drifted through the air, pale-skinned girls splashing and playing endlessly, like a scene from a fairyland.
Beside Winnie, also soaking in the sulfur spring, Nymeria stared blankly at all this, her face suddenly turning deathly pale. "This... I..."
Hearing her voice, Winnie's expression shifted, and she turned to look at her. "What's wrong, Instructor Nymeria?"
Nymeria's face suddenly flushed blood-red. She lowered her head, looking worried. "I ate eight oysters tonight..."
The bath chamber fell silent for a few seconds, then erupted in deafening laughter. The girls doubled over, their full chests shaking with mirth as they looked at Nymeria with undisguised amusement.
"You actually believed it!" one girl said, covering her mouth, her ample chest bouncing up and down with laughter. "Instructor Nymeria, do you not actually have much adventuring experience?"
Nymeria blinked her clear, large eyes twice. "Huh?"
Beside her, Winnie clutched her stomach, which ached from laughing, and explained: "It's a misunderstanding. Because oysters kind of look like... that... some men believe eating them makes them stronger in that area."
"But it's actually impossible, so there's a new loaded explanation—that eating oysters also makes women more ferocious. But it's all fake. This kind of thing depends on physical fitness; oysters don't actually help at all..."
Nymeria realized she'd made a fool of herself and immediately blushed bright red.
"So, Miss Nymeria," a nun suddenly asked, "how old are you really?"
The other girls perked up their ears, full of curiosity. At first, they'd all assumed Nymeria's age must be quite high, given how strong she was.
But after two days together, that impression had been almost completely overturned, and now they were all curious about this elf's true age.
Nymeria's expression froze, her heart racing as she instinctively sensed enormous danger.
"Well..." the Moon Elf hesitated, looking reluctant to say. "That's personal privacy..."
Hearing this, the nuns immediately began expressing their dissatisfaction: "That's really not fair, Instructor."
"Yeah, we all told you our ages when we first met you, but now when we ask, you won't say."
"We're not going to make fun of you. We know elves are long-lived, but we haven't met many elves before, so we don't know much—we're just curious!"
"Right, we'd only be jealous that you're hundreds of years old but still so young, with skin as smooth as a baby's..."
They bombarded her like this, all like curious babies, chattering around Nymeria non-stop.
Nymeria couldn't take it anymore. The intense emotional pressure had already broken down her mental defenses, making her let down her guard. "Okay, I'll tell you, but you can't make fun of me."
The girls' eyes immediately lit up, and they all crowded closer. "Don't worry, of course we won't."
"Just tell us, we'll keep it secret—we absolutely won't tell outsiders!"
"Not any outsiders!"
"Right, right..."
Hearing this, Nymeria finally relaxed. She took a deep breath and said quietly, "Thirteen years old."
Instantly, the entire bath chamber fell silent. The nuns stared wide-eyed in disbelief. It took them quite a while to digest this information.
"Wait..." one girl pressed her body against Nymeria's from behind, then slipped her arms under Nymeria's armpits, placing her palms over her full bosom. "This is thirteen years old?"
As she spoke, her fingertips squeezed Nymeria's chest, her five fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh. Her own flat chest was pressed tightly against Nymeria's back at that moment, fitting seamlessly without any gap—and at this moment, her heart was extremely unbalanced.
The other girls nodded repeatedly, and then several girls in the sulfur spring crowded over, reaching out to touch her shoulders, arms, belly, butt, and thighs. "Yeah, this waist..."
"This butt, these thighs—do all elves develop this fast?"
"This skin is so smooth—this does feel like a thirteen-year-old little girl..."
Nymeria let out a soft hum, then raised her hands and batted away all the nuns' wandering hands. After escaping the siege, she said, "There's a reason for this. Normal elves at thirteen don't grow this big. I became like this because of magic..."
The nuns were immediately curious, one after another: "What kind of magic? Tell us more!"
"It's because of my sword," Nymeria said quietly. "It's a weapon passed down in my family, and then, well... anyway, one day it malfunctioned and things got really complicated."
"Then, when I was only six years old, I heard the Moon Goddess's voice, and I subdued that sword and resolved the crisis. After that, all kinds of Divine Power and magic power poured into my body. I was hungry all the time, and my body grew super fast... Within a few years, I ended up like this."
The nuns nodded in understanding, marveling at the wonders of magic. Then one girl raised a question: "But if you're so young, how could your family let you go out adventuring alone?"
Nymeria seemed to give up all pretense and revealed another of her secrets: "The elders definitely didn't allow it—I actually snuck out. With that sword's help, it wasn't that hard."
"They even sent Silvermoon Hunters to catch me. I ran all the way here, and after Pastor Joanna took me in, I finally escaped their pursuit."
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