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Chapter 28 - Chapter 25: Cure

Chapter 25: Cure

It was an ordinary day for the silver-haired elf, a time when she rested her mind and body after a long, exhausting day of duties.

Her beautiful silver eyes and hair were a mark of her status, signifying her royal lineage.

Speaking of dutiesβ€”She was always learning the way of magic for 60 years straight.Β 

After being taught about noble etiquette, governance, etc. To be able to go outside her kingdom when she is worthy enough. Elves like her are mercilessly trained.

Especially since she is a princess who will soon represent the elvesβ€”A model for elves.

"𝕳𝖆𝖍! π•±π–Žπ–“π–†π–‘π–‘π–ž, 𝕴 π–ˆπ–†π–“ π–“π–”π–œ π–—π–Šπ–˜π–™!"

The silver-haired elf uttered, her hands raised to the sky.

Behind her, the deep voice of a man can be heard chuckling.

"𝕯𝖔 π–žπ–”π–š π–π–†π–™π–Š π–˜π–™π–šπ–‰π–žπ–Žπ–“π–Œ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–’π–šπ–ˆπ–?"

Turning her head behind, "Father" she whispered with pout. The man's appearance resembled her silver eyes and hair.

"π•Ύπ–žπ–‘π–›π–Žπ–†, 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 π–œπ–”π–—π–—π–ž. π•Ώπ–œπ–” π–žπ–Šπ–†π–—π–˜ 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖋 π–’π–”π–—π–Š 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–žπ–”π–š π–ˆπ–†π–“ π–‹π–Žπ–“π–†π–‘π–‘π–ž π–Œπ–” π–”π–šπ–™π–˜π–Žπ–‰π–Š 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–Šπ–“π–™π–Šπ–— π–™π–π–Š π–†π–ˆπ–†π–‰π–Šπ–’π–ž"

"π•¬π–šπ–Œπ–! π•­π–šπ–™ 𝖕𝖆 𝕴'𝖒 π–†π–‘π–—π–Šπ–†π–‰π–ž 𝖔𝖑𝖉 π–Šπ–“π–”π–šπ–Œπ–"

Β Snorted Sylvia.

"𝕹𝖔, π–žπ–”π–š'π–—π–Š π–˜π–™π–Žπ–‘π–‘ 𝖙𝖔𝖔 π–žπ–”π–šπ–“π–Œ" The father quickly denied.

"π•Ώπ–π–Šπ–“ π–œπ–π–ž π–ˆπ–”π–šπ–‘π–‰ π–π–šπ–’π–†π–“π–˜ π–Šπ–†π–˜π–Žπ–‘π–ž π–Œπ–” 𝖙𝖔 π–™π–π–Š π–†π–ˆπ–†π–‰π–Šπ–’π–ž π–œπ–π–Šπ–“ π–™π–π–Šπ–ž π–†π–—π–Š π–˜π–™π–Žπ–‘π–‘ π–π–šπ–˜π–™ π–‹π–Žπ–‹π–™π–Šπ–Šπ–“" Pouted the silver head girl.

"𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙'π–˜ π–‡π–Šπ–ˆπ–†π–šπ–˜π–Š π–π–šπ–’π–†π–“π–˜ π–π–†π–›π–Š π–˜π–π–”π–—π–™π–Šπ–— π–‘π–Žπ–‹π–Šπ–˜π–•π–†π–“π–˜ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 π–šπ–˜ π•Ύπ–žπ–‘π–›π–Žπ–†. 𝕴𝖋 π–™π–π–Šπ–ž 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 π–†π–˜π–ˆπ–Šπ–“π–‰ π–™π–π–Šπ–Žπ–— π–—π–†π–“π–π–˜, π–™π–π–Šπ–ž π–‰π–Žπ–Š π–œπ–Žπ–™π–π–Žπ–“ π–π–šπ–˜π–™ π–™π–π–Š π–˜π–•π–†π–“ 𝖔𝖋 70 π–žπ–Šπ–†π–—π–˜ 𝖔𝖗 π–’π–”π–—π–Š π–Žπ–‹ π–™π–π–Šπ–ž π–†π–—π–Š π–‘π–šπ–ˆπ–π–ž"

However, the little girl only disregarded her father's words.

"π•Ώπ–π–Šπ–“ π–œπ–π–†π–™ π–‰π–”π–Šπ–˜ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–π–†π–›π–Š 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖔 π–œπ–Žπ–™π– π–’π–Š π–‡π–Šπ–Žπ–“π–Œ π–‘π–†π–™π–Š π–™π–π–Šπ–“? 𝕴𝖋 π–œπ–Š π–π–†π–›π–Š π–‘π–”π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–— π–‘π–Žπ–‹π–Šπ–˜π–•π–†π–“π–˜, π–Žπ–˜π–“'𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–Šπ–“π–”π–šπ–Œπ– π–—π–Šπ–†π–˜π–”π–“ 𝖋𝖔𝖗 π–’π–Š 𝖙𝖔 π–Œπ–” π–”π–šπ–™π–˜π–Žπ–‰π–Š 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–‘π–Šπ–†π–—π–“ π–’π–”π–—π–Š π–†π–‡π–”π–šπ–™ π–™π–π–Š π–”π–šπ–™π–˜π–Žπ–‰π–Š π–œπ–”π–—π–‘π–‰?"

As she enquired of such, she was met with silence.

Only after a deep contemplation did her father find his words.

"𝕯𝖔 π–žπ–”π–š π–π–“π–”π–œ π–œπ–π–ž π–œπ–Š π–™π–Šπ–†π–ˆπ– π–žπ–”π–š π–“π–”π–“π–˜π–™π–”π–• π–†π–‡π–”π–šπ–™ π–™π–π–Š π–œπ–†π–žπ–˜ 𝖔𝖋 π–’π–†π–Œπ–Žπ–ˆ?"

Gazing into his daughter's eyes, he continued.

"π•Ύπ–žπ–‘π–›π–Žπ–†... π•°π–π–ˆπ–Šπ–‘π–‘π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–Žπ–“ π–’π–†π–Œπ–Žπ–ˆ π–Žπ–˜ 𝖓𝖔𝖙 π–π–šπ–˜π–™ 𝖆 π–—π–Šπ–›π–Šπ–—π–Šπ–‰ π–Šπ–‘π–›π–Šπ–“ π–˜π–π–Žπ–‘π–‘ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–šπ–•π–π–”π–‘π–‰π–˜ π–™π–π–Š π–π–Žπ–Œπ– π–˜π–™π–†π–“π–‰π–†π–—π–‰π–˜ 𝖔𝖋 π–žπ–”π–šπ–— π–‘π–Žπ–“π–Šπ–†π–Œπ–Š 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–˜π–Šπ–™π–˜ 𝖆𝖓 π–Šπ–π–†π–’π–•π–‘π–Š. 𝕴𝖙 π–Žπ–˜ π–†π–‘π–˜π–” π–Šπ–˜π–˜π–Šπ–“π–™π–Žπ–†π–‘ 𝖋𝖔𝖗 π–žπ–”π–šπ–— π–•π–—π–”π–™π–Šπ–ˆπ–™π–Žπ–”π–“ π–œπ–π–Šπ–“ π–žπ–”π–š π–Šπ–›π–Šπ–“π–™π–šπ–†π–‘π–‘π–ž π–›π–Šπ–“π–™π–šπ–—π–Š π–”π–šπ–™π–˜π–Žπ–‰π–Š π–Žπ–“π–™π–” π–™π–π–Š π–‰π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–—π–˜ π–šπ–“π–π–“π–”π–œπ–“. π–‚π–Š π–†π–—π–Š π–π–šπ–˜π–™ π–•π–—π–Šπ–•π–†π–—π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–žπ–”π–š."

His warning which Sylvia had already heard a thousand times came out of her ears.

"𝕴 π–π–“π–”π–œ, 𝖓𝖔 π–“π–Šπ–Šπ–‰ 𝖙𝖔 π–—π–Šπ–’π–Žπ–“π–‰ π–’π–Š~"

Sylvia shook her head.

Elves might have longer lifespans than humans but their bodies are slow to age also. That's why, Sylvia despite being at the age of 72 her appearance was still that of a teenager.

β€Ή π–„π–”π–š'𝖑𝖑 π–šπ–“π–‰π–Šπ–—π–˜π–™π–†π–“π–‰ π–’π–ž π–œπ–”π–—π–‰π–˜ π–”π–“π–ˆπ–Š π–žπ–”π–š π–Šπ–π–•π–Šπ–—π–Žπ–Šπ–“π–ˆπ–Š π–™π–π–Šπ–’β€¦ β€Ί The father quietly thought to himself when he noticed that his cute little daughter was not listening to him.Β 

β€Ή 𝕴 π–π–”π–•π–Š π–™π–π–Šπ–“ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–™π–π–Š π–π–“π–”π–œπ–‘π–Šπ–‰π–Œπ–Š π–œπ–Š π–•π–†π–˜π–˜π–Šπ–‰ 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖔 π–žπ–”π–š π–œπ–Žπ–‘π–‘ π–‡π–Š 𝖔𝖋 π–šπ–˜π–Š. β€Ί

Though he was deeply concerned for his daughter, he understood that confining her here would only provoke rebellion. Thus, he resolved to do all he could to prepare her.

After a moment of banter between the daughter and father, Sylvia finally waved bye at his father.

"𝕴'𝖑𝖑 π–‡π–Š π–Œπ–”π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–“π–”π–œ π–™π–π–Šπ–“ 𝕻𝖆,"

Beside her way was an elf clad in armor. With a nod from the father, Sylvia and her knight escort went on their way.

"β€”π•Έπ–ž π–‰π–†π–šπ–Œπ–π–™π–Šπ–— π–π–†π–˜ π–Œπ–—π–”π–œπ–“ π–šπ–•"

Suddenly the voice of a woman echoed beside the father.

"𝕳𝖒? 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙'π–˜ π–œπ–Žπ–™π– π–™π–π–Š π–˜π–šπ–‰π–‰π–Šπ–“ π–†π–—π–—π–Žπ–›π–†π–‘? π•¬π–—π–Šπ–“'𝖙 π–žπ–”π–š π–Œπ–”π–Žπ–“π–Œ 𝖙𝖔 π–†π–‘π–˜π–” π–˜π–†π–ž π–Œπ–”π–”π–‰π–‡π–žπ–Š 𝖙𝖔 π–”π–šπ–— π–‰π–†π–šπ–Œπ–π–™π–Šπ–—?"

Looking at the beauty behind him, the woman's appearance had the same beauty as Sylvia's but exuded a much more mature presence. To be precise it looked like they were twins but just taller, looked older, and had bigger boobs and ass.

Such meat was bouncing even from her little movement.

"𝕯𝖔 𝖓𝖔𝖙 π–˜π–•π–Šπ–†π– 𝖙𝖔 π–’π–Š π–†π–˜ π–Žπ–‹ π–œπ–Š π–˜π–π–†π–—π–Š π–†π–“π–ž π–Žπ–“π–™π–Žπ–’π–†π–ˆπ–ž. 𝕴 π–π–†π–›π–Š 𝖓𝖔 π–‰π–Šπ–˜π–Žπ–—π–Š 𝖙𝖔 π–•π–—π–Šπ–™π–Šπ–“π–‰ π–œπ–Š π–ˆπ–†π–—π–Š 𝖋𝖔𝖗 π–”π–“π–Š π–†π–“π–”π–™π–π–Šπ–— π–™π–”π–‰π–†π–ž."

The woman scoffed at the man, her eyes as fierce as her words.

"…"

The man couldn't refute and just stayed silent while he pathetically looked down at the ground.

"π•¬π–—π–Š π–žπ–”π–š π–‰π–”π–Žπ–“π–Œ 𝖆 π–Œπ–”π–”π–‰ 𝖏𝖔𝖇 π–Žπ–“ π–“π–šπ–—π–™π–šπ–—π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–π–Šπ–—?"

"π–„π–Šπ–˜, 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖒…" The man replied weakly, nervously swallowing.

"π•Ώπ–π–Šπ–“ π–œπ–π–ž π–™π–π–Š π–‹π–šπ–ˆπ– π–Žπ–˜ π–˜π–π–Š π–ˆπ–”π–‘π–‘π–Šπ–ˆπ–™π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–™π–π–Š π–‹π–‘π–”π–œπ–Šπ–— 𝖔𝖋 π–‘π–Žπ–‹π–Š π–‘π–†π–™π–Šπ–‘π–ž?"

The woman lashed out grinding her teeth.

If looks could kill, he could have died a thousand times already.

"𝕴-𝕴'𝖒… π–˜π–”π–—π–—π–ž 𝖋𝖔𝖗 π–’π–ž π–Žπ–“π–ˆπ–”π–’π–•π–Šπ–™π–Šπ–“π–ˆπ–Š!"

The man quickly bowed his head. Only to be slapped on his face.

"π•±π–šπ–ˆπ–π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–šπ–˜π–Šπ–‘π–Šπ–˜π–˜ π–•π–Žπ–Šπ–ˆπ–Š 𝖔𝖋 π–˜π–π–Žπ–™!"

The man lost his balance as the woman then continued kicking him.

"π•Ώπ–˜π–! 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 π–‘π–Šπ–™ π–Žπ–™ π–˜π–‘π–Žπ–‰π–Š π–™π–π–Žπ–˜ π–™π–Žπ–’π–Š π–˜π–Žπ–“π–ˆπ–Š π–˜π–π–Š π–Žπ–˜ 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–†π–Œπ–Š π–†π–“π–žπ–œπ–†π–ž. π•­π–šπ–™ π–Žπ–‹ π–˜π–π–Š π–Œπ–Šπ–™π–˜ 𝖙𝖔𝖔 π–†π–‰π–‰π–Žπ–ˆπ–™π–Šπ–‰, 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 π–˜π–‘π–†π–• π–π–Šπ–— π–‡π–†π–ˆπ– π–”π–šπ–™ 𝖔𝖋 π–—π–Šπ–†π–‘π–Žπ–™π–žβ€¦ 𝕹𝖔, 𝕴 π–’π–Žπ–Œπ–π–™ 𝖉𝖔 π–˜π–” π–™π–π–Š π–’π–”π–’π–Šπ–“π–™ π–˜π–π–Š π–—π–Šπ–™π–šπ–—π–“π–˜ 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 π–Žπ–“π–‰π–šπ–‘π–Œπ–Žπ–“π–Œ π–Žπ–“ π–π–Šπ–— π–‘π–Žπ–™π–™π–‘π–Š π–π–†π–›π–Šπ–“."

The female elf mumbled as she stopped kicking the man.

Touching her chin, she kept her silence for a while.

The man then just quietly stayed still, praying for the woman's furry to pass by and at the same time worried about what she'd do to Sylvia.

"π•Ίπ–“π–ˆπ–Š π–˜π–π–Š π–Œπ–”π–Šπ–˜ π–π–”π–’π–Š π–Žπ–’π–’π–Šπ–‰π–Žπ–†π–™π–Šπ–‘π–ž π–™π–Šπ–‘π–‘ π–π–Šπ–— 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴'𝖒 π–‘π–”π–”π–π–Žπ–“π–Œ 𝖋𝖔𝖗 π–π–Šπ–—." Finally, the woman spoke.

"π–„π–Šπ–˜ π–’π–ž π•Όπ–šπ–Šπ–Šπ–“," The man abruptly stood as he bowed. Yet the woman only disregarded him, her gaze exuding irritation.

"π•Ώπ–˜π–! π•³π–”π–œ π–‰π–Žπ–‰ 𝕴 π–Šπ–“π–‰ π–šπ–• π–œπ–Žπ–™π– 𝖆 π–π–šπ–˜π–‡π–†π–“π–‰ π–†π–˜ π–œπ–”π–—π–™π–π–‘π–Šπ–˜π–˜ π–†π–˜ π–žπ–”π–š?"

She spoke before she walked away.

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On a balcony, an elf sat cross-legged on a long wooden seat, resembling a sofa, though its soft covering was made of leaves and cotton.

She was none other than the elf princess of the elven kingdom, distinguished by her silver hair and eyes, traits unique to the royal lineage.

A huge grin spread across Sylvia's lips.

As she took a sip of her tea, a wave of euphoria washed over her.

Her restless mind, burdened with the duties of royalty, was instantly cleared.

The herb she had steeped in her tea was called the Flower of Life. It was a rare herb, even in their own land, known for its dual properties of healing and inducing euphoria.

The effects of this herb lasted about 10 to 15 minutes, so it was no wonder if Sylvia remained still in her seat for the duration.

However, even in this state, it doesn't mean she becomes incapacitated. It merely calms her mind. If she wanted to, she could easily purge the drug's effects from her body using her mana. She would be an incompetent mage if she couldn't manage such a simple task.

Though the drug is addictive, Sylvia knows her limits and rarely uses it, as excessive use would require higher dosages over time to achieve the same effect.

She only resorts to this when she's had an exceptionally tough day or week.

As she enjoyed the effects of the drugs, behind her was her knight standing near the exit. It would be more accurate to say that her knight was guarding the entrance.

While she was in the midst of her ecstasy, suddenly, they both heard footsteps outside.

Confused as to how anyone could reach their floor, Sylvia quickly used her mana to dispel the drug's effect and check who had arrived.

The place they currently inhabited was not easily accessible unless the person had a connection with the owner, was a VIP, or possessed a high enough status to force their way inside.

As they were about to peek through the hole, they heard the voice of the owner of their current locationβ€”"𝕺𝖍... π•΄π–™π–˜ π–žπ–”π–š π–†π–Œπ–†π–Žπ–“... '𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖋 𝕰𝖑𝖋' 𝖆𝖓𝖉... π•³π–šπ–’π–†π–“π–˜?"

Hearing the word human in their language, their interest only grew louder.

Slowly, they exited from their room to get a clearer view of the people who just went in.Β 

To Sylvia's surprise, she caught a glimpse of the human boy's profile, and only two words came to mindβ€”beautiful and handsome.

She double-checked the boy's ears to see if he might be an elf she hadn't heard of in her kingdom, but what she saw were short ears, confirming he was indeed human.

"I need the flower of life"

However, admiration soon came to a halt when she heard they were suddenly talking about buying the flower of life.

Since she has bought every flower of life that this place has to offer, what they were looking for was obviously gone.

A huge grin then slowly formed on Sylvia's lips when an idea came to her head.

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