Silva and the group rode on the horses provided towards the first teleportation circle. As they moved, Silva could easily sense the gazes on him and the others.
It made him want to laugh. Elves were the most racist beings in this world, and that was a fact. They loved their bloodline more than anything.
So now, seeing their dear Amber with other races made them mad, but they knew they couldn’t do anything about it.
There was also another issue, and that issue was mostly with the male elves, and it was against Silva. That issue was his face. His face put most of the elves to shame.
He was the perfect guy. He was extravagantly cute like a girl, but not too masculine. He was a beautiful in-between.
Silva had come to be aware of how good-looking he was, and he didn’t doubt it anymore. In fact, his pride as a dragon made it worse. Knowing that these pitiful elves were hating on him because of his face made him feel good.
So he smiled through the journey, and that itself made the elves around hate him more.
“Master Silva, forgive me for asking, but what has got you smiling so much?” Drake rode closer to Silva and asked.
“Huh? Oh, well, I’ve just noticed something that is really funny. I’ll tell you telepathically,” Silva said.
“You see, all these elves already hate the outsiders that have come to be in the life of their dear princess, and that is not all.
They also hate me because, well, I look better than most of them. And if there is one thing about elves, it’s the fact that they love their looks.
To them, bloodline and looks are everything. They just have to be perfect pretty boys and girls. But now they can see a being from another race is actually threatening them.
So their hate for me is way more—way, way more. But it’s a good thing,” Silva said.
“Their hate is a good thing? How is that so, Master?” Drake asked.
“Well, you see, rage and hatred blind people. It makes it so that they can’t see the bigger picture.
Some people can’t handle hate, and the only way they know how to channel it is through destructive measures.
Some will attack us; some will want to find other ways to hurt me. Really, the list goes on and on—so many things that hate and rage will cause them to do.
But do you know the one thing it will never let them do? Think straight. They will never be able to get over their rage, and I’ll make sure of that. Do you want to know how?” Silva asked.
“I can make a guess, but give me the details, Master,” Drake said.
“It’s simple, honestly. I’ll be chummy as hell with Amber while we are here, and that will definitely throw all of them into a rage,” Silva said.
“Master, forgive me for asking, but why do you want to make them hate you even more? I’m guessing there is a reason, so what is it?” Drake asked.
“It’s really simple. I want to turn the water. You see, the only way for me to start getting into the depths of the elves is by conflict and resolution.
I’ll have to make myself into the victim in every situation, and then the elves will move for resolution. With that, I’ve planted the first seed that will sprout to control them.
Before you know it, I’ll be knee-deep in the workings of the elvish empire, and that is when the real work starts,” Silva said.
“You have already thought so far ahead, Master, planning to use this little hate and conflict to spark something bigger.
I also have an idea. Since we are here, I think Lily can move around to legally spread the hate for you. Like, say some things that would normally not be bad but would sound bad to the elves.
For instance, we can say that you barely have enough time for Amber because you are always working. Now, that’s not something that is bad, but to the elves, it will probably sound worse.
It will sound like you neglect Amber and use work as a cover-up. It will spark real hatred for you, and I can’t be certain, but I feel that if we spread enough of them, we will be able to ensure someone tries to assassinate you,” Drake said.
“Nice. It seems your millennia-old brain is still firing up, and that is why you are my personal assistant,” Silva said.
“Will both of you stop plotting against the empire already? It’s like you are just demons seeking out chaos at every turn,” Lily interfered and stopped them.
“Lily, this is a private telepathy discussion. How did you sneak into it?” Silva asked.
“You both were getting carried away, and you allowed enough weakness for me to brute-force into the discussion, and so here I am.
I do have to say, the plan is a great one, but you’ll be taking a pretty crazy risk to do this. But knowing Silva, you have already made the plan layout in your mind.
That aside, we are about to arrive at the first teleportation circle, so stop talking and focus,” Lily said.
Immediately after she said that, the elf leader of the group spoke.
“We have arrived at the teleportation center. The circle has already been made ready for us, so we just have to go through the back to the field. There is no need to pass through the main building.”
Everyone did as he said and moved to the back to find the teleportation circle ready. They all got into the circle with their horses, and without wasting a moment, the workers there activated the circle.
The light shone brightly and enveloped all of them. It took some seconds before the light died down, and the whole group was teleported to the next location.
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The grand castle of the elf emperor was very massive; it was located near the world tree, a massive building that was not only for beauty but to also protect the tree as well.
The emperor was the king of the Golden Elf tribe, the most powerful elf tribe that existed, and so they were the rulers of the entire elf empire. Amber’s father, who was the Golden Elf King, was the emperor.
Amber’s father sat on a mighty golden throne in a courtroom, his beauty and glory filling the room. He sat with a slightly worried face.
But as the grand doors of the throne room opened, he wiped that look from his face and took a formal look.
Elaine, in her human form, walked into the throne room, her every step delicate and filled with intent.
There was a smile on her face. It wasn’t one of someone who was happy; it was a smile of a devil about to do something.
“Emperor Greenwood, it’s nice to see you after all this while. Seeing how busy I have been, I have not been able to come to your grand empire,” Elaine said.
She kept walking towards the throne in slow and steady steps.
“But now, you have information that has forcefully made me come here, so it’s basically killing one bird with two stones,” she continued.
“Demon King Elaine, I thought you would send some Demon King candidates, not you yourself coming here,” Greenwood said.
“Well, you see, Silva is way stronger than every Demon King candidate now. So for what I have to do, I can only trust myself or one of the Demon Kings, not candidates.
None of them can even stand a few seconds against Silva, so it’s useless for any of them to be here right now.”
She walked up to him and sat on the arm of the throne, but the guards didn’t even move when she did that.
This person was a Demon King; she could wipe half of the elf empire if she went all out. Her sitting next to the emperor was not an issue.
“You see, Silva is not your regular being. He is not under our laws. I feel there is some greater being that he listens to.
And if that’s true, then he might be a very big issue, because he’ll do whatever that being wants. It’s either that or that he is simply a free spirit that wants to do what he wants to.
And that in itself is a bad thing, because the kid took over a kingdom, and he has been running it regardless of what the empire or Holy Kingdom wants.
Now, I admire his balls, but that is not the issue. The issue is the fact that he is a Demon King candidate, and that means everything he does one way or the other will be linked to us.
And the humans might see it as a way to start conflict. Now, I am not against the conflict, but I have to be certain that Silva will also fight for us when the conflict that he started gets serious. That is all I need from him,” Elaine said.
