Chapter 1: Became a Hot Commodity After Three Hundred Years

Chapter 1: Became a Hot Commodity After Three Hundred Years

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, three hundred years had zipped past.

During these three hundred years, Airael dedicated herself to intense training in the Avalon Royal Palace.

She hadn’t taken on any official duties yet; the affairs of the capital were beyond her concern.

The matters on Silnas Island were entirely entrusted to Lov and Robel.

As a result, Airael, focusing on her training, made rapid progress, reaching Ninth-level in just two hundred years.

Of course, this speed was remarkable only compared to the Elven Race.

When stacked against the human geniuses, her pace felt considerably slower.

After all, the Elven Race possessed long lifespans, meaning their growth periods were also lengthy.

Once she mastered her magic, she began honing her martial skills.

One bright morning, Airael rose early and started dressing herself.

Due to the recent focus on martial training, her attire had transformed from elaborate, luxurious gowns into simpler, form-fitting outfits.

She was perfectly capable of dressing herself now, no need for maids’ assistance.

Moreover, this helped enhance her independence, preparing her for future endeavors outside.

Right now, she was putting on her clothes.

First, a pair of white undergarments to discreetly cover up her delicate areas, followed by black bodysuit, a short white dress, and thigh-high white socks, topped off with white ankle boots. (For specifics, think of Genshin’s little sister).

These choices, combined with Airael’s exquisite features and decently developed figure, radiated an air of noble elegance, making her appear like an utterly flawless woman.

After finishing her outfit, Airael began styling her hair.

She treasured her beautiful golden locks, carefully twisting them into a braid to settle behind her.

Once the ensemble was complete, Airael looked both fresh and sophisticated.

Gazing into the mirror at her flawless reflection, Airael revealed a charming smile.

Three hundred years—she had fully embraced her current self.

Her previous life’s two decades were nothing to compare with these three hundred years.

However, some remnants from that past still lingered in her heart.

For example, her upcoming marriage was a matter of some distress.

Three hundred years had passed, yet that knot in her heart had not fully unraveled.

The last vestiges of her memories constantly reminded her.

Even though she was now a woman, previously she had been a man, a human—not an elf.

As thoughts of marriage surfaced, Airael’s smile faded.

Three hundred years later, the overall strength of the Human Race hadn’t diminished significantly.

Meanwhile, the Elven Race, still reeling from the war three centuries ago, had yet to regain its former stature.

In other words, the elves’ prowess had weakened.

Fortunately, humans were not unified under a great empire; they were fragmented into numerous nations.

That once invincible human empire was now a mere memory, lost in the annals of history.

However, Airael didn’t let her worries fade away.

Humans surely remembered that old wager.

After all, even if the Elven Queen remained mostly out of sight, rumors about her were circulating outside.

They all said the Elven Queen was a beauty beyond compare.

This made many yearn for her.

According to the ancient wager, any great human hero who could pass the tests set by the Elves would earn Airael’s acknowledgment and be able to take her as his bride.

Moreover, the hero would gain tremendous honor.

It’s essential to remember that Airael would become the Human Queen upon marrying.

Her husband would naturally become the emperor!

Taking all this into account, Airael had effectively become the most sought-after prize among human nations.

Marrying the Elven Queen instantly meant acquiring both beauty and dominion.

How could such a fortunate occurrence not drive some to madness?

Airael even heard rumors of a king nearing fifty who had yet to marry, waiting for the day of trial to win Airael’s hand.

And under the collective insistence of many human nations, the Elves were reluctantly forced to announce that Airael would establish trials upon taking the throne.

This meant Airael would soon face a horde of pursuing human admirers.

Just contemplating such situations gave Airael a headache.

Of course, her underlying fear was that someone might actually succeed in passing her future trials.

If that happened, she would truly have to marry!

Taking a deep breath, Airael shook her head, resolving not to think about it too much.

For now, she hadn’t officially taken power; that moment was still a little way off.

For example, she hadn’t ventured out to break her bottleneck and reach Tenth-level.

No one could predict that kind of thing.

If she was lucky, she might break through within a year or so, but if she was unlucky, it could take ten years, twenty years, or even a hundred.

So if those humans wanted to wait, they could go ahead and do just that.

But to be honest, Airael still hoped to reach Tenth-level quickly.

She had been stuck at Ninth-level for quite some time.

A hundred years—more than the lifespan of many humans combined.

If she hadn’t been underage and unable to venture out before, she would have already been itching to train outside.

Moreover, she wanted to take charge quickly and take decisive actions to bolster the strength of the Elven Race.

“Your Majesty! It’s time for breakfast!”

Just then, outside her room, Hela knocked on the door and called out, having noticed Airael hadn’t yet emerged.

Three hundred years had passed, yet time had left Hela untouched; she still looked the same.

Her strength, however, had advanced significantly; she had reached Tenth-level in magic.

You see, spending these years by Airael’s side, she had the privilege of learning from the great mage Domiya.

Furthermore, though she initially didn’t practice martial arts, Airael’s influence led her to dabble in it as well.

“I’m coming right out!”

Airael replied, stepping toward the door.

In the dining hall, after finishing a sumptuous breakfast, Airael said to Hela, “Teacher Hela, I’m ready to venture out and train.”

She didn’t want to put this matter off any longer.

She was now an adult; avoiding certain realities was no longer an option.

It was time to face them courageously.

Otherwise, such avoidance might weigh on her heart, preventing her from breaking through the bottleneck, leaving her forever adrift from reaching Tenth-level.