We arrived home only to find my mother waiting. She has blonde hair, one green eye, and one blue eye. All elfs, regardless of type, have either green or blue eyes. However, sometimes you do get Heterochromia. high Elves are basically just an upgraded version of an elf. The 'high' prefix in the name of one's race means they are a more evolved version of the same race. In addition to having a longer lifespan, they are also significantly stronger. My mom is about 170 centimeters tall, with a bountiful chest and has a ass that doesn't lose out to mine. She has elegant curves and flawless Jade like skin, not to mention the iconic elf ears."So, what race are you?" my mother asks. I detract my wings and fully extend them, showing them off before retracting them. "It's called Evo."
"Oh, that's a new one. What's your rank?"
"S-ranked," she smiles and says, "I know what you're thinking, brat, about how you're a knight now. Too bad my latest escapades finally allowed me to buy the title of knight."
"Anyway, who is this?" my mom asks, giving Sophie a once-over. "Sophie, a friend. Sophie will be staying with us until her grandma gets back from vacation to talk some sense into her stupid parents," I say. I see my mom smiles, "Will she be staying in the guess room or your room" my mum giving me a wink, I roll my eyes."Aren't you going to ask me what my new name is? It's Crystal, right?"
"How did you—oh, your brother seems to think he can sneak up on me. Impossible. I concealed my presence perfectly," he says.
"Your presence suddenly disappearing is super suspicious and basically a giant beacon for everyone to see. Might as well be holding a giant sign saying i am trying to sneak up on someone," she said.
"I bet ten million dollarydoos on your Quidditch match. If your team loses, I'm kicking you out of the house."
"You wouldn't say that to your precious daughter," he says.
"This house only accepts B-ranks minimum. You're lucky your my son, or I would have kicked you out ages ago."
"What about Father?"
"He's already been executed for his secret dungeon. Besides, you're like 40, you're practically about to drop dead of old age."
"High humans have a lifespan of 200 years."
"Oh, only 200 years? So short."
Well, I guess we will go shopping for new outfits for you tomorrow. You're coming too, Sophie. I mean, you wouldn't want to miss the chance to ogle my daughter as she tries on new outfits, right? wink wink, Well, let's start with flying lessons today."
In the blink of an eye, we were a kilometer in the sky—short-range teleportation magic? No, that was pure speed. But before I could react, we plummeted towards the ground. My instincts immediately took over. I detracted my wings, realizing they function more like a flight spell, similar to what my mother was using. I simply needed to channel my mana into my wings, however they allow me to fly faster and gave more aerial mobility, then a flight spell. As I continued to fly, I got better and better, my instincts guiding me. It was the same for Sophie. After a few hours of practice, we got the hang of it "this is fucking awesome" i said as we safely land on the ground.
Checking my wings, I found myself absolutely exhausted. I woke up the next morning at an extremely early hour. Then it was out of the house for ten grueling hours of fucking clothes shopping.
"I'm surprised you had any money," I commented.
"My grandma left me some emergency funds just in case," Sophie replied.
"It's a few months until adventurers Academy starts up," my mother said, then handed us a form to fill out. I simply snapped my fingers to fill it out with magic.
Sophie pouted, "No fair!"
I smiled and snapped my fingers and filled out the form for her. little did we know we be in for 3 hellish months of Spartan training.