The Skull Palace flew over Ironforge.
The sight of the Dwarves trembling in fear pleased Avira immensely.
“Hmph, those Dwarves finally understand what true reverence means.”
Avira leaned against the window.
Her eyes gleamed with pride.
“How dare they point weapons at their little sister.”
“Truly reckless.”
Sylvia curled up under the blanket.
She didn’t want to admit how intimidating her mother’s glare had been just now.
That kind of absolute suppression from the level of the Law itself.
“Mother, where is the next stop?”
Sylvia asked quietly, hoping to avoid any more trouble.
“The edge of the Moonlit Forest,”
Ophelia replied coolly.
“The territory of the Elven Tribe.”
Sylvia’s heart tightened.
She had heard of the Elven Tribe.
Those folks were obsessed with appearances.
They especially liked to gather around beautiful things.
With her current striking appearance, arriving in Elven territory would definitely mean becoming a spectacle once again.
“Elves?”
Avira’s eyes ignited with excitement.
“Will those elves be more interesting than the Dwarves?”
Sylvia wanted to say, please don’t be interesting.
All she wanted now was to quietly reach Dawn City.
Half an hour later.
An endless stretch of lush green forest appeared ahead.
Ancient giant trees towered into the clouds, their canopies blocking out the sky.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting mottled shadows.
The air was filled with a fresh, natural scent.
This was the legendary Moonlit Forest.
“Wow, it’s so beautiful!”
Avira excitedly pounded on the window.
“Sis, look! Those trees are glowing!”
Sylvia glanced down.
Indeed.
Some of the ancient giant trees emitted a faint silver glow under the sunlight.
These were the Life Ancient Trees cultivated by the Elven Tribe’s magic.
They were said to possess the power to purify evil.
Just as the Skull Palace approached the forest’s edge.
A group of black dots appeared in the distance.
Those dots rapidly approached, soon coming into clear view.
A squad of Elven Envoys riding Gryphons.
At the front was an Elven Elder.
His long silver-white hair fluttered in the wind.
He held a wooden box emitting a soft glow.
The other Elven Envoys followed behind.
Every face was etched with tension.
“Oh?”
Avira instantly perked up.
“Little mice coming right to us on their own.”
Her hand already moved toward the sword hilt.
Blood-red eyes burning with a desire to fight.
“Sis, want to see fireworks?”
“I’ll put on a big show for you!”
Sylvia jumped in alarm.
“Sis, wait!”
But Avira was already ready to strike.
Blood-colored energy began to gather around her.
“Hold your temper.”
Ophelia said calmly.
Avira immediately stopped.
The blood-red glow vanished instantly.
“Why won’t you let me act?”
Avira pouted in dissatisfaction.
“Those elves clearly have ill intentions.”
“Let’s see what they want.”
Ophelia’s voice remained steady.
***
The Elven Envoy Group stopped about five hundred meters from the Skull Palace.
The leading Elven Elder bowed deeply.
Then he raised his voice:
“To the honorable Queen of the Eternal Night Empire!”
“The Elven Tribe of the Moonlit Forest expresses our highest respect!”
His voice carried clearly inside the palace.
Sylvia was surprised.
These elves’ attitude was completely different from the Dwarves’.
No hostility.
Only respect.
“We have prepared a small gift for Her Majesty the Queen and the two princesses!”
The Elven Elder continued shouting.
“Please accept our humble token of sincerity!”
With that, he raised the wooden box high.
The box radiated a soft silver light.
It contained something precious.
“What junk?”
Avira said disdainfully.
“They’re definitely trying to bribe us.”
But Ophelia showed a hint of interest.
“Bring it over.”
Ophelia’s voice reached the Elven Envoy Group.
The Elven Elder breathed a sigh of relief.
He carefully flew closer to the Skull Palace.
Stopping about ten meters away.
“This is a drop of Primordial Sap from the Life Ancient Tree.”
He said respectfully.
“It is the most precious treasure of our tribe.”
A trace of surprise flashed in Ophelia’s eyes.
Primordial Sap of the Life Ancient Tree.
Indeed one of the Elven Tribe’s most treasured items.
Even they rarely used it themselves.
“Why give this to us?”
Ophelia asked.
A wry smile appeared on the Elven Elder’s face.
“Your Majesty, the whole continent knows your great name.”
“Our Elven Tribe does not wish to oppose the Eternal Night Empire.”
“This gift represents our sincerity.”
In other words, they didn’t want trouble.
Sylvia silently scoffed.
These elves were much smarter than the Dwarves.
They knew how to make peace rather than fight.
“Mother, accept it.”
Sylvia whispered.
She didn’t want to see her sister lose her mind and cut down all these elves.
Ophelia nodded.
An invisible force pulled the wooden box toward her.
The box slowly opened.
Revealing what was inside.
A drop of crystal-clear liquid.
Exuding a strong life aura.
Countless tiny light points danced within the liquid.
Filled with wondrous power.
“So beautiful.”
Sylvia couldn’t help but stare a little longer.
At that moment.
Something strange happened.
The drop of Primordial Sap suddenly trembled.
Its glow grew even brighter.
Inside Sylvia’s body.
A certain power began to resonate faintly.
A phantom white lotus flower flashed by her side.
The lotus appeared for less than a second.
But the aura it emitted was felt by everyone.
It was not ordinary vitality.
But a deeper aura of the Law of “Creation.”
“Hm?”
Sylvia blinked at the disappearing lotus.
What was going on?
She wasn’t even a plant-type mage.
Why would a lotus appear from her body?
The Elven Elder’s face changed drastically in the distance.
His eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
That aura was familiar to him.
The Creation Power on the level of Law.
The legendary power only the God of Creation was said to possess.
And just now.
This power had emanated from the blood clan’s little princess.
Impossible!
How could the blood clan possibly wield the Creation Law?
That would completely contradict their nature!
But the fact was right before him.
The Elven Elder’s worldview was shattered.
He felt his entire belief system being violently reshaped.
Blood clan little princess.
Possessing the Creation Law.
If this news spread.
The entire continent would go mad.
“Thank you for the Elven Tribe’s gift.”
Ophelia’s voice interrupted his thoughts.
“You may withdraw.”
The Elven Elder regained composure and bowed deeply.
“Grateful for Your Majesty’s grace.”
“Wishing you a safe journey.”
He led the envoy group away swiftly.
But the scene from moments ago still echoed in his mind.
This news had to be brought back immediately!
It might change the entire future of the Elven Tribe!
“They just ran off like that?”
Avira looked disappointed.
“I thought we’d get a fight.”
“So boring.”
“Just gift-giving and then leave.”
Sylvia let out a breath of relief.
Finally, no bloodshed.
These elves were indeed smarter than the Dwarves.
They knew when to choose their battles.
“Mother, what was that flower?”
Sylvia couldn’t help but ask.
“Don’t mind it.”
Ophelia said lightly.
“Maybe it was some reaction of your body.”
Sylvia nodded.
She didn’t press further.
She wasn’t interested in these mysterious things anyway.
As long as it wasn’t something bad, it was fine.
A bit annoyed with Avira’s childish attitude