Chapter 37: The Existence of Demon Power
“Your Majesty, your power is indeed formidable, but sometimes strength alone cannot solve problems.”
Thinking it over, Linis turned to Airael and said this, fearing that Airael might lose herself in her overwhelming power.
After all, Airael’s progress was shockingly swift.
What was supposed to be a major hurdle at the Hero Tier seemed nonexistent for her.
She had just breezed through it after a year of wandering.
At this moment, far away on the continent, Arthur suddenly sneezed.
“Linis, I don’t just rely on strength. I also have this. The current Elven Race symbolizes my wisdom.”
With that, Airael pointed to her own head.
Linis smiled wryly.
She had overlooked this aspect.
“Well then, I shall take my leave.”
With that, the conversation had reached its end.
Airael’s willingness to give the Elven Lords an opportunity was already a huge concession; now it was up to the Elven Lords to seize that chance.
If they grasped it, they would only lose a bit of power.
If they failed to do so, they might struggle to keep their lives.
In Avalon, no one could match Your Majesty.
After Linis left, Airael returned to her work.
As for training, she hadn’t done any in quite some time.
There was no need; she could grow stronger without it.
This left her feeling a bit helpless.
At the same time, her respect for the Tree of Life grew immensely.
Because she couldn’t fully understand this, fear of the unknown crept in.
Although what she feared was a motherly presence, the crux of the issue lay in the unknown.
If the Tree of Life wielded such immense power, did it imply that other beings might possess similar or even greater abilities?
Airael firmly believed such existences certainly existed.
The decline of the ancient Elves served as a strong indicator.
Her predecessor had died in that battle.
She didn’t know how powerful her predecessor truly was; she only understood that if her predecessor could be killed, then she too could meet the same fate.
Airael already had her suspicions about the power that could destroy her.
Demon Power.
She had witnessed this force firsthand in Mork.
Mork had transformed into a demon right in front of her.
Additionally, she had sensed Demon Power in both Arthur and the Vampire.
If this was a grand chess game orchestrated by demons, she could only say it was quite the ambitious play.
However, this also made Airael aware that the demon’s power was not very strong right now.
Otherwise, there would be no need for such petty tricks.
Moreover, after transforming into a demon, Mork quickly suppressed the demon power within himself.
Yet, Airael still couldn’t understand why she felt so familiar with Demon Power.
She was certain that before meeting Arthur, she had never encountered Demon Power before.
These thoughts were typically suppressed deep within Airael’s mind.
She hadn’t pondered extensively on them or spoken to others about them.
She knew that merely thinking wouldn’t yield any answers, and voicing her fears would only create more chaos without solving anything, so she didn’t waste her time on that.
Besides that, focusing on the Elven Race’s affairs was far more pressing.
Once she resolved the matters involving the Elven Race, she could divert more energy to these concerns.
Otherwise, if the issues with the Elven Race remained unresolved while getting entangled in others, she would end up failing in both.
Upon returning to the Life Temple, Linis convened the Elven Lords once more to hold a meeting in the royal city, in her capacity as the President of the Elven Council.
Meanwhile, the royal army procured a substantial batch of new weapons from the armory.
Silently, the royal city had also gained a new military unit—the Elven Royal Air Force.
Though the air force only consisted of just over a hundred personnel, Airael had high hopes for it.
If utilized effectively, it could serve a function equivalent to that of a ten-thousand strong army.
What is the essence of warfare?
On the surface, it appears to be two factions battling it out on the battlefield, but in reality, that’s not the whole picture.
The core of a war hinges primarily on logistics.
Only when the logistics are aligned can one win a war.
After all, victories in one or two skirmishes won’t decisively sway the tide of a war.
And logistics encompass not just various combat supplies, but also troop reinforcements, information gathering, and more.
The existence of an air force, coupled with communication magic, could greatly assist Airael in managing these logistical tasks.
The air force boasts an absolute advantage in intelligence gathering, and communication magic allows them to relay information promptly.
Additionally, their rapid speed enables them to quickly reach various battlefields for support and help transport troops and supplies efficiently.
Moreover, they could strike at the enemy’s logistics.
Yet, at present, a hundred personnel was still too few.
If all tasks were to fall upon these airmen, they wouldn’t be able to manage it all.
But Airael viewed the hundred as merely a starting point.
She envisioned a full complement of at least a thousand for the air force.
If it weren’t for the need to retain a certain size in the ground forces, Airael would have really considered converting the entire army into an airforce.
Nonetheless, the roles of the air and ground forces remained distinct.
In specific scenarios, ground forces were still essential, especially for securing territories; assigning such tasks to the air force would simply be a waste.
Gazing at Drevon before her, Airael felt quite satisfied.
She remembered him well.
He was the subject she had encountered during the final experiment of the Pegasus Project.
“Drevon pays his respects to Your Majesty.”
Drevon bowed deeply upon entering the chamber.
Due to time constraints, Airael didn’t linger on pleasantries and got straight to the point: “Drevon, you should understand why I summoned you, right?”
“I do, my lady.”
“Good. I’m placing the Elven Air Force under your command. I trust you won’t let me down.”
“Drevon vows on his life to not disappoint Your Majesty; if he does, may he meet a terrible fate.”
Drevon replied earnestly.
He valued this opportunity immensely.
Seeing him pledge his oath made Airael feel a tad speechless.
But that was fine.
“Excellent. Since you are so committed, I can rest easy.”
Airael smiled.
“Additionally, if there’s nothing else, you may take your leave.”
“Yes!”
Drevon acknowledged and departed.
On her throne, Airael pondered another matter.
The Elven Lords should have arrived by now.
