143 The King And Queen Of Elves
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So, this is what my mother has told me about my parents that I committed to memory.
Thassarion Naturia Treebark, former king of the Naturia Kingdom, my grandfather, a stoic elf man with enormous magical power, called the High Elven Sage King. He led the country for centuries until he finally retired. A very reserved man who’s often insensitive, he has a hard time showing emotions and doesn’t connect with others, even with his family.
Arlayna Yggdra Flowerbud, former queen of the Naturia Kingdom, my grandmother, a Faerie woman with butterfly wings. She has a youthful and beautiful appearance, and a childish personality that’s always cheerful. However, she also has a hard time comprehending other people’s feelings, even those of her own children. She’s also insensitive without realizing it, even when she thinks she’s a good and gentle mother.
From what I learned about my mother’s parents, they seemed like an awful pair. One of them was a stoic man without any emotions who seemed to be incapable of being able to tell other people’s emotions, and even worse at connecting with them. Therefore, my mother called him an insensitive man.
And then there’s my mother’s mother, or my grandmother, a gentle and cheerful type of mother, that ends up miserably failing as one as she only cares about superficial things, apparently. She also has a hard time realizing other people’s feelings, even her own children’s feeling. She’s gentle but never connected with them nor even truly cared. Therefore, she came out just as insensitive, just with a different personality than her father.
With these two amazing parents, I could already imagine that her childhood wasn’t the best. Ugh, to think these were my maternal grandparents made me get the shivers. I think I’m afraid of meeting them now… well, it shouldn’t be bad as long as I don’t expect them to have any emotional connection with me.
“So, those are your grandparents! Excited to see them now?” she said with a light sigh.
“Eeehh… well, a little bit,” I replied, my tone now unsure.
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“Ah, I see you really want to meet your family… I can’t really stop you, dear. It’s all up to you. We’ll eventually go to my homeland in the future because I want you to take classes from several of the teachers I respect in the Magic Academy,” she said soon after.
“Are they really better than you, a Hero?” I ask.
“Of course. Being a Hero doesn’t mean being the best at magic. I mean, I’m pretty good at it, and I can teach you a lot, but there are people that are even better at theory, magic rune creation, and so much more. They even have more years of experience in teaching it to children than I ever had… I’ve lived for 600 years so far, but most of it was spent as a secretary and librarian of the Magic Academy, I did give classes for several years, but not as much as these old sages,” mother told me.
“I see… I’m quite excited to go meet them, then! It seems like you know them well, right?” I asked.
“Yeah… they’re all eccentric. Some of them are nice and gentle, while there might be some that would appear to be very strict and annoying, but most of the time, their actions have good intentions,” mother said in response.
“Okay… I get it.” I nodded.
“And about your uncles… t-there are so many… Well…”
However, before we could begin talking about the many uncles and aunties I had, my father knocked on the door and brought with him a large beast to feast upon.
It resembled a small dragon. It was a wyvern around 5 meters long. Mind you, dragons could easily surpass 20 meters.
“I got this adult wyvern. It looks pretty strong, so it will give you a lot of protein and energy for the baby, Faylen!” my father said happily.
“Oh dear… I’m going to end up stuffed… sigh… how fat will I end up getting? It’s only been a bit over seven years since Sylph was born…” mother could not help but say.
It seems she was going to have some weight problems in the future. Well, she needed even more energy now that she was pregnant, but I guess she doesn’t like it.
“Daddy, can I help you butcher?” I requested.
“Yes, come with me, Sylph. Let’s leave your mother for now and let her rest,” father said as he nodded.
I quickly decided to help my father butcher the giant wyvern. Well, it was not as easy as butchering the smaller six-limbed lizards. This beast had a lot of scales, which were even harder than the lizards.
Then again, it was also pretty tasty. I’ve eaten wyvern meat before. It was almost comparable to dragon meat, but less intense in flavor and more bearable. Dragon meat was almost addictive when one took a few bites, and it would be very hard to stop eating.
“Hmm… how about I upgrade your equipment using this wyvern leather and scales? I think I can get you something pretty good-looking as well. Do you like the red scales? They match you,” father said while we were butchering.
“I do! But can’t I use the red scales from the Red Dragon you killed years ago? Where did all those materials go?” I asked in response.
“Oh, those! We sold most of them…” father replied.
“EH?!” I asked in surprise.
Why did you sell them?! I thought my parents were rich! You don’t need to sell stuff if you’re rich!
“We have money to spare, but sometimes that’s not enough for people that don’t value money. They’re mostly away from civilization, so trading is a thing there… the Witch of the Blue Mountain accepts requests if we give her good compensation first, although she does give out a few freebies,” father said.
“Oh…” I said, sighing not long after.
“Don’t worry, we still got a few items left from it saved around… I guess I can whip something up for you,” father said sometime later.
“Really? That would be awesome! Thank you, dad!” Naturally, I was ecstatic to hear that.
“Hahaah! Don’t worry, my little princess. For you, I’ll give you anything!” said my father pridefully. He really liked to spoil his young daughter.
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