12. The Forgotten Elf
Compared to the “dullness” of the dragon race, the elven kingdom seemed to be in a festive mood every day.
The election day made the branches of the central city grow with colorful amber, like spotlights, turning the entire night into day.
The entire elven kingdom seemed to be immersed in a joyful dance.
And all of this was the work of the fairies, on whom they depended for survival.
It was said that ever since the Dark Elf Queen Tris had stepped down, all of this was Mura’s doing.
“Dragon King, Dragon Queen, Little Princess Celes, are you satisfied with this meal?”
In the banquet hall of the Tree Shade Castle, Mura personally served the two of them tea and water. On the table was a banquet prepared by more than 200 chefs. The elders and nobles from other races, as well as their children, were talking and laughing, as if they were already celebrating Mura’s election.
“I’ve also been researching lately how to make the elves no longer bound by the fruit of the God’s Tree… The dishes are all seasoned to the taste of the dragon race and the elven race. Thank you, Dragon Queen, for your inspiration.”
Mura served the two of them milk tea… yes, this was also the result of Reina’s research. She never thought that this kind of thing could actually appear at an elven banquet.
“Awoo~”
Celes was the first to answer. She was now lying on Reina’s head.
“Little Celes hasn’t eaten yet,” Reina said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. A little dragon was on her head, her belly pressed against her, like a large warm baby.
“Mommy is delicious!” Celes said bluntly.
“Hahaha.”
Calysia covered her mouth and laughed.
Indeed.
Watching her mothers eat, Celes also couldn’t control her “hunger.” She burrowed into Reina’s clothes and began to “wolf down” her food. If she hadn’t been covered by her wings, her face as the Dragon Queen would probably have been completely lost in the elven kingdom.
“It’s delicious. By the way, is this really okay?”
“Hehe,” Mura shook her head. “In the future, the entire elven kingdom will belong to the Dragon Queen~”
Was it really okay to say this so directly at a banquet?!
“Even if someone hears it, they’ll probably pretend nothing happened.”
Before Reina could ask what was going on, a few elders came over and praised Reina and Calysia, and of course, Celes, who was lying on Reina’s head.
Reina discovered that when these people mentioned her, their impression of her was not the President of the God Slaying Society, but the author of the dragon race’s prenatal care!
Compared to the “unremarkable” matter of the God Slaying Society, they completely regarded Reina as a thinker and a writer.
After the formulaic etiquette, a few little elven girls even came to her side:
“I’ve heard a lot about you. Seeing you in person is even more surprising. They say you can’t judge a book by its cover. You’re as beautiful and gentle as the words and views in your books.”
“Can I have your autograph? I admire you so much.”
“Just write it here!”
For them, Reina did her best to promote herself as much as possible, and autographs were no problem.
She just didn’t expect that before the magic printing was popularized and these books were officially published, she could actually gain so many fans in the elven race… Considering that most of them were just trying to curry favor, could it be that the title of President of the God Slaying Society wasn’t loud enough?
So, Reina signed autographs for the daughters of four elders. Some people even came to her with books and asked about the specific meaning. They gathered around, as if they were having a story session. This process lasted for 30 minutes.
“No matter what, I’m a little annoyed. I was definitely the coolest when I was fighting against the Shadow of God!”
After the crowd dispersed, Reina said with shame.
She couldn’t possibly have been a goddess for so many years and ended up being best at raising children.
After the banquet, the elves would hold a ball.
A total of 3,000 elves would participate in the ball, and these people were basically all the noble and powerful who supported Mura, a terrifying number in the elven kingdom. It was equivalent to basically the entire elven race and all the elders supporting, and even being convinced that Mura was the future Elven Queen.
The ball would last until night.
Because of other arrangements, Reina said goodbye to Mura in advance and promised to bring Celes to see her again next time.
Walking out of the palace, to avoid being blocked by a large number of “fans,” Calysia cast an “illusion” on the three of them.
This way, those who couldn’t see through it would subconsciously think that they were not the Dragon King, but ordinary dragon noble guests.
Walking out of the castle, Reina stuffed Celes into her clothes and let her lie on her chest. Logically, she should be very sleepy now.
But Reina didn’t expect that Celes would actually become excited again:
“Mommy, I’m a princess!”
“Yes, you’re a dragon princess~, the best dragon.”
For a moment, she felt a little sorry for Agnes… but there was nothing she could do. Who let Celes be born earlier?
Having seen too many scenes outside the Dragon King’s Palace and even the dragon race, according to the plan, at night, Reina was going to attend Liya’s and White Miry’s banquet. Their wedding was set for a few months later, so to make this matter known in advance, in the summer, Liya was responsible for holding various banquets.
Part of it was to entertain the high-ranking officials, part to entertain the high-ranking members of the God Slaying Society, and part for merchants and commoners… These were all carefully calculated by Liya.
However, before returning to the Dragon King’s Palace, Reina noticed an inconspicuous elf standing at the entrance of the castle.
Her long golden hair was not ostentatious amidst the cheers inside the castle… Reina still remembered her.
Isabella.
She stood alone at the door, as if waiting for someone. Her face was pale, and there was a faint dark circle under her eyes, as if it were the accumulation of fatigue from running around.
The last time she had seen her was at the election.
Countless fans had cheered for her. And now those so-called supporters were not surrounding her.
Looking at the splendor and liveliness inside the castle, Isabella’s frosty, beautiful eyes held a hint of imperceptible longing.
Noticing Reina’s gaze, she also looked at the three Dragon Kings in a daze.
Out of curiosity, Reina walked forward and asked:
“I know you, Miss Isabella. Why don’t you go to the ball?”
“Dragon ladies, hello. The child is very cute.” It was clear that she also couldn’t see through the illusion.
Her eyes flickered, as if she had thought of something, and she smiled a little stiffly:
“Actually, I have another speech to attend. I left early. Do you want to come with me?”
“Speech?!” Celes caught the fresh word.
“Yes, a speech.” Seeing the cute little dragon whelp, Isabella’s eyes also became warmer:
“It’s Elena’s speech. My friends and I will all be attending.”
“Friends?” Celes’s wings pressed against Reina’s ears, her two claws holding onto her horns.
“Yes, Elena is an excellent person, more excellent than anyone else in the world. I want her ideas to become the mainstream. Believe me, this speech will definitely satisfy you.”
“Elena?”
It was that human who was being specially cared for by the God Slaying Society.
Reina’s lips curled into a smile.
“Take us to see it.”
