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Chapter 21 - life of an overworked elf.

I am very Erla Vera Ries , last of the royal elven bloodline.

Some may be envious of me believing that I'm drowning myself in alcohol and elven beauties, well your wrong.

About two thousand years ago, a civil war among the elves be took place leading to the collapse of the then mighty and prosperous elven kingdom.

The kingdom practiced a matriachal rule meaning that the queen was the head of state.

I may call it a prosperous era yet corruption , discrimination and racism ran rampant.

Especially the lines between the lesser and greater races we're drawn I'm the great war .

I'm disappointed to say that my anscestors did a poor job of controlling the situation especially with a few royal members inciting war with the beastmen who supported inclusiveness with in their society.

The action of the dryads , one of our most loyal vassals moving to the beastmen territory for refuge instead of waking us up , drove those opposing the war with the beastmen to side with pro war elements.

This should have been a landslide victory especially with all our allies in support of the war for their own purposes or so we thought.

Against all odds , the beastmen actually held the entirety of the alliance at bey and it was at this moment the once so called weakest race on the planet came to the assistance of the beastmen.

The humans with less affinity to the natural Mana , with weakend bodies,no claws or scales.the prime candidate to bully.

It was these very individuals that gave the beastmen respite to rest and gather energy.

This rest allowed them to wipe out a large portion of the invasion force.

The title of the king's of the battlefield was marked in stone that day and so did the fall of the royal family's influence.

Due to the loss of significant millitary power that the royal family used to maintain their authority the old farts of the council smelt blood.

It started with the deposing of the queen at that time under the pretext of starting the war and after a few years when most of the power was transferred to the council , taken control of the kingdoms treasury , the council assassinated the then reigning queen that had gathered the support of the people and had been slowly unraveling their rule.

The virtuous queen Hela Vera Ries, the last hope of the imperial family was assassinated along with the husband leaving behind a son that according to the royal family's law was not allowed to inherit the throne.

It was at this point that the intelligent and quick wited Vila Vera Ries transferred his preposterously large wealth along with his own family's wealth to the human empire.

He formed ties with the imperial family and formed the imperial golden bank.

He also funded the empire's war with the avian race. And as his influence in the kingdom grew larger , he was " assassinated" , and an elven advisor took the helm of the imperial golden bank.

As the collateral bloodline of the imperial family started to disappear under mysterious circumstances , the last collateral line was captured and kept under close survilence.

The line produced only two generations before me and the fall of the elven Kingdom.

I can't say I didn't play a role in the fall of the kingdom due to my rage towards the council.

Who would want to be held like a prisoner for no apparent reason through out their lives .

It was no surprise then that when I was approached by Azrael and offered to be part of his clan ,I easily accepted .

From there growing my influence became my day job and alchemy my passion for research and night job .

Helping in the development of the knights was truly momentous feat that almost brought tears to my eyes.

As a royal with the blood of the dark elves , many thought of me as a stain on the Noble blood of the royal bloodline , hypocritically forgetting the shit they madey family go through.

As I watched the capital lain to ruin without so much as the death of a single civilian and the old farts pleading for mercy on their knees , I took great pleasure in separating their heads from their necks .

It was then that Silvia that crazy woman dumped her job on me and ran to her husband.

From restructuring the governing body to repairing the burnt forest and building back the lost cities of the past glory ,I was seriously overworked.