“I heard that your daughter is somewhat obsessed with Silva. She is a demon king candidate and also the carrier of the spirit of the world tree.
Yet she is in love and obsessed with a non-elf. What are your thoughts on this? I believe you already know what is happening,” Elaine asked.
“Sigh, I do know about Silva and my daughter. But what could I really do? From the rumors that I have heard, he is actually a dark dragon.
And knowing the demon kings, you have been preserving the dark dragon all these years. And now you have not just one but two dark dragons, and one might be the strongest demon king of his time.
My daughter is also a demon king candidate, and she will take over the empire. She needs more than the normal pure blood elf, because they will be too weak compared to her.
She needs someone powerful that can actually help the empire grow, and Silva is the right person. But the leaves and elders are fighting against it because they believe it is against the laws of the elves.
But I call that bullshit. The elf race has stagnated too much, especially the golden elf tribe. Our clinging to ancient methods has actually kept the blood pure, but the birth rate has dropped over the years,” Greenwood said as he got up from the throne and started walking in the throne room.
“Staying stagnated for so long is going to cause us issues. Aside from the elves, the spirits, dragons, and fairies are the highest races.
But what do the dragons do? Lavish and party, while living in their prideful lands. The fairies are more focused on flowers and nature to care.
Even we elves don’t focus on plants so much, and then there are the spirits. Yeah, they don’t do much either.
The Fenrir like you have basically refused to be part of anything, living like holy beings. But the humans have been growing; their technology and lives have grown immensely.
But we have been tied up in stagnation. With Silva, we will be able to move forward. I don’t know why, but he’ll be my ticket to moving forward,” Greenwood said.
Elaine got up from the throne and started heading for the door.
“I can see that you have a ton of things running through your head, but please, when Silva comes here, make sure you alert me.
It will not be a fun time if I don’t get to meet him as soon as he arrives. I should also warn you, all the demon kings have their eyes on Silva during his transit here.
So they want results, and unlike me, who actually talks to people, they would rather use force than talk things out. So be careful,” she said and walked out of the throne room. Pulling the doors as she left, they closed with a bang.
Greenwood watched her go, then walked back to his throne and sat down. Things would be getting hard for him because the demon kings were the hardest people to deal with too much ego.
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Silva and the group arrived at the wilderness teleportation circle, and immediately after, they began their journey to the next city where they would stay for the rest of the day.
They moved without much issue and arrived in the city, then headed to the hotel where they would stay. Immediately after they arrived, Silva vanished.
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The sun was up, and elves were busy with their day, all eyes trained on the human walking through the city.
Or so they thought. Silva decided it would be best to show that he was not a human, so he let his horns grow out and his wings as well.
When he made the change, the way the elves looked at him changed; it became a look of slight disturbance.
Dragons and elves might have a partnership or so it looked to outsiders but in reality, they didn’t really like each other at all. The sight of one another always caused discomfort.
That was exactly what Silva was looking for. He wanted to cause as much slight trouble as possible.
This city seemed like an elf only city. There were absolutely no other races aside from Silva, making him stand out like a sore thumb.
The kids wanted to see him, but the adults tried to ignore him. Silva wanted more, so he walked towards a stall that sold fruits. But then he remembered he had no elvish currency on him.
He turned back and was about to leave, but four elves blocked his path.
“Hey you, what were you planning to do at that stall, dragon kin? It seemed like you wanted to take something,” one of the elves said.
“Huh? What sort of stupid analysis is that? I only wanted to buy some fruit, but then I remembered I don’t have the right currency, so I turned to leave.
That’s the story, so I’d like to ask why you four are standing in my path,” Silva asked.
“No, that’s not what we saw. What we saw was you trying to see how you could rob this place, you dragon or whatever you are,” the elf said.
“Ah, the sweet scent of trouble. It seeks you out for absolutely nothing, and I like that sort of trouble. So please, take the first attack, maybe punch me. I can feel that you want to do it,” Silva said and walked closer to the elf.
“Come on, pretty boy, punch me. Take out your anger on the handsome dragon that stands before you. Show how inadequate you feel and hit me.
I can tell that you want to do it. Your body is tensing up, your fist is clenching. Come on, do it. Do it, pretty boy. Punch the kid!” Silva said right in the elf’s face.
The elf lashed out and punched Silva right in the face.
“Ho ho, game on,” Silva said as he checked for bleeding on his face.