Chapter 10: The Elven Council

Chapter 10: The Elven Council

Domiya didn’t expect things to turn out this way, and for a moment, it felt quite awkward.

How could she miss a fixed target at such close range? What could she possibly say now?

After giving it some thought, Domiya finally spoke up, “Your Majesty, magic is all about practice. With more training, you might just hit it next time!”

Thinking of “next time,” Airael perked up and once again cast the Fireball Technique.

With experience from the last time, Airael was much quicker and used less energy this time.

Watching the fireball coalesce in her hand, Airael felt confident as she eyed the Stone Golem not far away.

This time, I’m definitely going to hit it!

“Ha!”

With a cute shout, Airael hurled the fireball at the Stone Golem.

Under Airael’s unwavering gaze, the fireball traced a beautiful arc through the air towards the Golem.

This time, the fireball didn’t miss the Golem.

However, it merely grazed its shoulder, inflicting limited damage.

But that was enough to make Airael blissfully happy.

Airael smiled, ready to give it another shot.

Now that she had hit it, she was sure she could aim for the “vital parts” next time.

Domiya didn’t stop Airael.

With such poor magical accuracy, a bit more practice wouldn’t hurt for the Queen.

The entire morning went by with Airael mainly practicing the Fireball Technique.

She took breaks whenever she got tired, and once rested, jumped right back into practice.

As a result, the high-intensity training was yielding noticeable results.

Not only had the power of her Fireball Technique increased significantly, but her accuracy had also improved dramatically.

For stationary targets at close range, Airael could now hit every single time.

For distant and moving targets, she was landing five or six hits out of ten.

Airael was quite satisfied with this outcome.

So was Domiya.

It’s important to note that Airael practiced all morning without the support of her staff, relying purely on her own ability, which was quite impressive.

Of course, all of this came from Airael’s rigorous training.

Thanks to Airael’s exceptional physique, she not only had a vast reserve of magic power but also remarkable recovery abilities.

It was as if she was specifically built for high-intensity training.

The next day came.

However, this morning, Airael couldn’t practice her magic like she had the day before.

Because today, she had been informed that she needed to attend a very important meeting.

A supreme internal meeting of the Elven Race held by the Elven Council.

After suffering heavy losses when her former subordinates returned to their hometown, the Elven Race established the Elven Council at the behest of the Grand Priestess of the Life Temple.

Headed by the Grand Priestess of the Life Temple as the meeting chair, various Elven Lords gathered as members to handle internal matters.

The Elven Council advocated for discussions over disputes, promoting negotiation instead of violence, stating that conflicts could be resolved without resorting to force.

In summary, the Elven Council strictly prohibited any outbreaks of war among the Elven Lords.

Sitting on her throne, Airael, holding the Staff of Eternity, looked down at the Elven Lords seated at the long table who were busy hurling verbal jabs at each other, wondering how her impression of the Elven Race had completely crumbled.

Is this elegance and nobility?

At this rate, the next moment they would likely roll up their sleeves and engage in a real-life battle royale.

Beside Airael, Hela stood expressionless, observing the chaos.

Airael sneaked a glance at her, thinking Hela resembled a volcano about to erupt, held back with all her might.

Airael sighed inwardly.

She understood Hela’s feelings well.

Even Airael found this scene hard to bear, let alone Hela, who always emphasized elegance and nobility.

But looking at the calm demeanor of Grand Priestess Linis, sitting at the head of the long table, it was clear she was already accustomed to such scenes.

At that moment, Airael genuinely admired Linis.

After all, the meeting hadn’t officially started yet.

Once it began, there would surely be more bickering!

However, there was no way to avoid it.

Without allowing them to vent their frustrations here, it was likely they’d still be harboring resentment inside.

Who knows, a war might break out.

The cause of it all stemmed from a dispute between two Elven Lords, which subsequently affected all the others.

Wait, there was one Elven Lord who remained unscathed.

Among all the Elven Lords at the long table, only he and Linis seemed to be above the fray.

He was a male Elven Lord seated directly across from Linis.

Unlike the other Lords adorned in extravagant clothing, this Elven Lord wore exquisite armor.

Naturally, as an elf, he was exceptional in appearance, arguably the most handsome male Airael had ever seen.

Noticing such a distinctive Elven Lord, Airael pointed at him and asked Hela, “Who is he?”

“Your Majesty, he is our Navy Admiral—Krul. Before your arrival, he was second only to Lady Linis. He can stand aside because, like Lady Linis, he is very powerful and not easily provoked. Plus, his territory is located offshore, on an island far from our homeland of Avalon, thus he rarely conflicts with the other Lords.”

Hela immediately clarified for Airael.

Airael nodded in understanding.

Then she shifted her gaze away from Krul.

She wasn’t a flower vase, so that handsome face didn’t tempt her much.

As Airael turned her eyes away, Krul glanced up subtly in her direction.

This happened to coincide with Hela’s furious glare at him.

Krul quickly lowered his head in response.

As the clock struck nine in the morning, when the meeting was officially set to begin, the chairperson of the Elven Council, Linis, finally spoke up, “Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!”

With each call for silence, she tapped the floor with her staff.

After three strikes, her cool voice finally quieted the chamber.

“Are you all done squabbling? If so, let’s get on to today’s important matters.”

The Elven Lords did not respond, falling silent one by one.

These Elven Lords still held a hint of respect for Linis, the de facto authority of the Elven Race and Grand Priestess of the Life Temple.

Airael, from her throne, was also taken aback by Linis’s sudden display.

She was so commanding!

Airael thought she should be just like Linis in the future, shaking her figure, no—her delicate body, so everyone would bow in tribute to her, the Elven Queen.

Just imagining that scene filled her with longing.