"Crack!"
In the royal palace, located on the oldest, sky-reaching giant tree in the Verdan Eternal Forest.
The void crackled under the pressure of the magic torrent.
However, there were no idlers in the palace.
Aside from Grandpa Lop, the Grand Elder of the Council of Sages, who stood alone below, facing the oppressive magic torrent, there was only the Elven Queen seated on the Elven Throne.
"Aelita… went deep into that new Dungeon by herself?!"
The magic torrent surged again, and Lop, with his white hair, awkwardly adjusted his round-rimmed glasses.
"Yes, Your Majesty…"
"Why didn't you stop her?!"
The Elven Queen's voice was filled with anger, and as her emotions fluctuated, the entire palace seemed to tremble.
"In fact, no one noticed."
A sharp glint flashed beneath Lop's black-rimmed glasses.
"At that time, Princess Aelita was leading the Royal Guard to capture spies from the Armed Empire Doragon who had infiltrated near the royal capital."
"Only after the Royal Guard had dealt with all the spies did they discover that Princess Aelita had already entered that Dungeon…"
After a long silence, the Elven Queen's tone grew cold.
"Armed Empire Doragon… those fellows are truly lawless! How did they bypass the front lines and penetrate deep into the Verdan Eternal Forest?!"
Lop's expression also turned grim.
"The Orc Empire and the Demi-human Alliance have erupted in large-scale conflict again, and the war has spread to the Verdan Eternal Forest, with a batch of frontline troops being redeployed."
"The slave-catching teams of the Armed Empire Doragon have begun to penetrate deep into the Verdan Eternal Forest again, coupled with the Magic Beast Mountain Range to the south…"
"For some time now, the Kingdom can be said to be leaking on all sides. The Armed Empire Doragon might have taken advantage of this opportunity to secretly send people deep inside."
"However, all the spies who infiltrated near the Royal Court have already been cleared out by the Royal Guard."
Taking the opportunity to explain the current situation, Lop looked wearily at the Elven Queen on the throne.
At first glance, she looked exactly like Aelita, except she didn't have twin pigtails.
But if one observed carefully, the differences were quite significant.
Hilulele shifted forward on the throne, propping herself up with an unusually thick staff, and sat on the small footstool in front of the throne.
Another jump.
"Thud!"
By all appearances, this so-called Elven Queen was an underage, small elf, not even one and a half meters tall.
That is, if one ignored her extremely well-developed figure, which swayed tempestuously when she walked.
Hilulele was expressionless, hoisting the two staffs, which were as tall as her, onto her shoulders, and her short legs pedaled vigorously as she trotted out of the palace.
Lop sighed deeply, feeling utterly exhausted.
"Your Majesty, please mind your image… Also, please trust Princess Aelita. She is, after all, a Lv59 Mage."
Hilulele paused, her back to Lop.
"When that high-level Dungeon of the Magic Dynasty first appeared, that Lv67 Mage thought the same thing, and then what? Besides that pair of orphans and their widowed mother, what else did he leave behind?"
"I understand your concern."
Lop pushed up his glasses, a bit of a headache.
"But the Elven Kingdom currently needs you to hold the fort…"
"But Aelita needs me more!"
Hilulele's anger flared up, and she suddenly turned around, ready to debate Lop thoroughly.
"Thud!"
With a 180-degree turn, the staff on Hilulele's shoulder made intimate contact with the back of Lop's head.
Lop's head hitting the floor echoed through the palace.
Looking at the white-haired old gentleman lying on the ground, seeing stars, much of Hilulele's resentment suddenly dissipated.
She frantically helped him up.
Hilulele looked at Lop, who was seeing stars, with a guilty conscience.
"Grandpa Lop, you…"
Lop straightened his broken round-rimmed glasses.
"It's alright, Your Majesty, I'm fine."
"No, I meant to say… how did you hit my staff again?"
"…"
Lop expressionlessly pointed at himself.
The legendary "Decent Magic" that only Lop could use in the Elven Kingdom activated, and Lop transformed back into his pristine, white-haired old gentleman appearance.
"Your Majesty, please trust Princess Aelita, just as she trusts that you can bring hope to the Elf Race."
"But…"
Hilulele clutched her staff, looking somewhat worried.
"Aelita is my sister, after all!"
Hilulele Evihisita.
Aellita Evihisita.
They were twin sisters, a rarity in the entire Elf Race throughout history.
The Elf Race did not reproduce biologically but were natural lives born from fruits condensed by the Ancient Elven Tree.
And Hilulele and Aelita were sisters born from a single elven fruit.
The last time such a situation occurred was tens of thousands of years ago.
Lop understood Hilulele's worries, but… "Precisely because Princess Aelita is your sister, you need to trust her even more. You cannot always shelter her; for Princess Aelita, this is also a form of humiliation."
"You know, Princess Aelita's lifelong wish, besides making the Elven Kingdom great again, is to prove that even if she is not your sister, she is still the most outstanding choice for the throne."
"Therefore, please trust Princess Aelita; she will take care of herself."
Seeing Hilulele waver, Lop struck while the iron was hot.
"Currently, the Kingdom, which is leaking on all sides, needs you to hold the fort. That brand new Dungeon might also become a new hope for our Elven Kingdom."
"If you truly care about Princess Aelita, you should trust her even more. Let her be the vanguard to explore new hope. This achievement will be enough for her to prove herself."
"What's more, if Princess Aelita knew that you abandoned the Kingdom out of concern for her, I imagine Princess Aelita would also… be angry with you, wouldn't she?"
Hilulele, still somewhat indecisive, shivered.
Her golden pupils flickered, looking a little wronged.
"Aelita… will hate me?"
"No, not to that extent."
Lop looked at Hilulele calmly.
"But for a short period, she probably won't let you call that name that symbolizes your deep sisterly bond."
As the Grand Elder of the Council of Sages who watched the Hilulele sisters grow up, Lop understood their talents better than anyone.
He also understood the Hilulele sisters' weaknesses better than anyone.
For example… for Hilulele, if Aelita didn't let her get close, Hilulele would probably be heartbroken, rolling and crying in a storm outside Aelita's door.
As expected.
After a long silence, Hilulele angrily hoisted her staff and then, with her short legs, scrambled back onto the throne.
"I understand! I trust Aelita, but if she's not back in three days, I'm definitely going to find her!"
Lop breathed a sigh of relief.
"I will go with you."
"Hmph!"
Hilulele glared at Lop in annoyance.
A moment later, she cleared her throat and regained her queenly dignity.
"Grandpa Lop, I'm tired!"
"Yes, I will leave first."
"No! I mean…"
Hilulele had a pure, innocent smile on her face, but to Lop, the current Hilulele was just short of growing little devil wings on her back.
"Grandpa Lop, I have to deal with state affairs. My lovely little pets will have to trouble you to feed them for me."
Lop, who was usually unperturbed by anything, actually shivered.
"Your Majesty…"
"Then I'm going to find Aelita!"
"…I understand."
Lop nodded with a bitter expression.
"I will go take care of your pets."
Watching Lop's heavy, almost stumbling footsteps, Hilulele smiled triumphantly, like a victorious general.
But then, thinking of Aelita still in the unknown Dungeon, she became a little worried again.
"Your Majesty, there is one more thing."
Lop, who had reached the door, suddenly turned back.
"The Armed Empire Doragon claims to have captured a group of slave-catching teams and rescued one hundred and eighty of our Elf Race compatriots, but they demand ten bottles of Life Spring Water in exchange…"
Hilulele's face darkened, and she suppressed her anger, saying:
"Those damned bandits! They were the ones who captured our compatriots! Do the Doragon fellows think we are so stupid as to be easily fooled?!"
"They don't care. A bandit empire that rose by bullying the weak is inherently unreasonable."
"Damn it! I'm going to turn them all into gold fertilizer!"
"Please, absolutely do not do that."
Lop looked at Hilulele with a headache.
"If you really do that, it might just play into Doragon's hands."
"In any case, Your Majesty, please make a decision as soon as possible. If those elves are taken away, their fate will likely be very tragic."
Hilulele closed her eyes, and after a long while, she nodded wearily.
"I understand."
The current Elven Kingdom, leaking on all sides, was already a tempting piece of meat for those bandits of the Armed Empire Doragon.
The identity of the Elven Queen was not as glamorous as one might imagine.
For some reason, Hilulele again had a glimmer of hope for Aelita.
That brand new Dungeon, which appeared near the Royal Court, was a high-level Dungeon after all!
...Meanwhile.
Su Lin, who had harvested diamonds, also returned to the village with Aelita.
While it was still early, he simply organized the spoils from the mine and stored them in his temporary residence.
Su Lin then took Aelita out of the village.
To avoid experiencing another terrifying attack like Aelita's, Su Lin planned to figure out a special technique to accumulate Development Points faster now, aiming to avoid going into the mine in the future.
First, he needed to build a mob grinder.
As for the iron farm, villager trading hall, fully automatic farm later… he couldn't do them!
He would find a few clever elves from the Elf Race to research them when the time came.
He, an MC Dungeon creator, the biggest capitalist of the MC Dungeon, why would a capitalist draw a big picture for himself and make himself work like an ox?
Fortunately, a mob grinder wasn't difficult to make; it was considered the simplest MC development technology.
Additionally, after a period of observation, Su Lin had also confirmed Aelita's safety.
Although she had a few tricks up her sleeve, she ultimately wasn't as prone to forgetting her roots as Su Lin.
Su Lin also opened up one-third of the Steve traits to Aelita.
Sitting in the temporarily set up outdoor camp, Su Lin looked at the book in his hand with an air of composure.
"If You Can't Lead a Team, You'll Just Work Yourself to Death."
This was one of the few things he brought with him when he transmigrated.
Glancing at Aelita in the distance, excitedly swinging an iron sword and slaughtering monsters from the mob grinder, Su Lin finally understood the true meaning of this book.
He had only moved his lips from beginning to end for this mob grinder, and the clever Aelita had built it.
How was this not like words becoming reality?
"If I and the MC Dungeon were indeed summoned by some goddess…"
Gently caressing the book cover, Su Lin's face was profound.
"Then this goddess is truly resourceful and far-sighted…"
"Su Lin!"
Suddenly, Aelita excitedly rushed over, holding an iron sword.
Her golden twin pigtails swung back and forth, making her appear even more intelligent.
"When I was clearing this mob grinder just now, I thought of many things."
Su Lin became interested.
"Such as?"
"Such as… This Queen has a bold idea!"
Su Lin suddenly had a somewhat ominous premonition.
"You see, the monsters born in this MC Dungeon are not biologically reproduced but are condensed based on the laws of the MC Dungeon. They can be said to be natural life, right?"
"Our Elf Race are also natural lives born from the Ancient Elven Tree."
"And this mob grinder is constructed using the MC Dungeon laws inherent in the readily available block resources of the MC Dungeon."
Su Lin looked at Aelita warily.
"What do you want to say?"
Aelita slapped her flat chest with heroic spirit.
"If we use mob grinders and these MC Dungeon block resources to build a large number of elf grinders around the Ancient Elven Tree, can we make the Elf Race population explode?"
"…Put away your illegal and criminal thoughts, and also…"
"No messing around in my MC Dungeon!!!"