For the past few months, Roy had rarely put down his sword. His palms were calloused and hot, a sharp contrast to Riveria's soft, porcelain skin. But that wasn't what mattered. Through the contact, Riveria felt a faint, distinct mental resonance—one that emanated only from Elven Royalty.
Is it an illusion? Her brow furrowed, and she decided to test it further.
Roy was oblivious to her internal turmoil, lost in the joy of the new spell. Via Shilves was perfect. It offered all-around protection while allowing for total mobility—a rare trait for a defensive spell.
"How was it?" Riveria asked.
Roy gave a confident smile. "Gather, breath of the earth—my name is Alf!"
The cloak of light appeared instantly. Riveria's pupils shrank. He really learned it. Seeing someone else use her magic was a surreal experience. It proved the "miracle" of Roy's skill was real.
"Let's start the second one," Riveria said, her voice sounding strangely eager.
"Dance together, atmospheric spirits, masters of light. I forge a contract with the guardian of the forest... become a great wall of forest light—my name is Alf!"
Wyn Fimbulvetr! (Note: Adjusted to the barrier spell name in context).
A semi-spherical shield materialized, encasing them. Roy looked at the thin, paper-like barrier and realized that even with his Holy Sword at full power, he likely couldn't break this. It was an absolute barrier that cut them off from the outside world.
Through her hand, Roy memorized the flow of her mana. When he opened his eyes, he wore a smile of pure triumph.
"...Protect us—I beg of you, turn into a giant wall of forest light to shield us—My name is Alf!"
Wia Fenics!
As Roy completed the chant, a new barrier of light manifested around them. While it wasn't as potent as Riveria's version, it still possessed immense defensive power. He had successfully mastered a top-tier defensive spell!
During this process, Riveria sensed the unique mental energy within Roy once more. That feeling of a shared bloodline became increasingly undeniable. Influenced by Roy's presence, the blood in her veins seemed to grow hot, surging with a strange excitement.
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Starting with an Elf (305 Chapters, Ongoing)
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Riveria stared at Roy in disbelief. Could he be a half-elf descendant of elven royalty? But she had never heard of a royal elf marrying a human and bearing a child. If such a thing had happened, the elven world would have been in an uproar; there was no way it could have remained a secret. Roy lacked any physical elven traits, meaning this bloodline might have been diluted over ten or twenty generations to reach this state.
The sudden emergence of a human carrying the blood of elven royalty gave even Riveria a headache. What was the meaning of this? One thing was certain: she could not let other elves know.
Given the elves' absolute reverence for the royal family and her father King Larfal's stubbornness, if they learned of Roy—this "anomaly"—they would likely dispatch every elven warrior to root him out. Riveria's gaze toward Roy softened with a touch of complexity. It was fortunate he had encountered her.
Deep in thought, Riveria even forgot to pull her hand back. Roy took full advantage of the moment, enjoying the sensation of her hand; it was even softer than Lyu's, feeling like a piece of cool, smooth jade. Lyu's hands were soft yet firm and calloused from years of swordplay, offering a sense of stability. Riveria, being a mage who rarely charged into the fray, had hands that felt almost boneless; through her snow-white skin, one could almost see the delicate veins beneath. They were different, yet each had their own unique charm.
When Roy noticed the change in Riveria's gaze, he felt a twinge of guilt, thinking his subtle "groping" had been discovered. But as the saying goes: If you take the chance, you're a beast; if you don't, you're less than one.
Riveria's tone was no longer as stiff as before. "Justice Sapling, it might be rude to ask, but do you have any family left?"
"None. They were eaten by monsters in the deep mountains when I was three," Roy replied nonchalantly.
A flash of tenderness and pity crossed Riveria's jade-green eyes. To be all alone since childhood... he must have suffered so much over the years. Poor child.
"Sigh..."
Riveria let out a soft sigh. By comparison, she had lived peacefully in the forest for seventy years under the protection of her father. She had only left with Loki and Finn to explore the unknown world. While she didn't regret it, looking at Roy allowed her to understand her father's perspective a bit more. She felt like a sheltered, willful princess who had never known true hardship.
Her expression shifted between complexity and sorrow, leaving Roy feeling bewildered.
"Let's go," Riveria said softly.
The two left the Dungeon and exited Babel. Roy stretched his limbs. Training with someone once and gaining two top-tier defensive spells—he wished every day could be this lucky.
"Let me buy you a new set of clothes. Ais's sword tore the front of yours."
"There's no need to trouble yourself—"
"I insist!" Riveria said firmly. Having decided Roy was a descendant of elven royalty, her attitude had done a complete 180. She was now looking after her junior. Roy was dragged to the upper levels of Babel and outfitted in a handsome new wardrobe, all on Riveria's tab. Roy looked on with a strange expression. Something is definitely off.
Did she find out about my royal elven blood? That was the only explanation for the shift. But judging by the situation, this "foster mother" probably didn't mean him any harm.