Chapter 487

Just like that, it was time for them to head to the Elven homeland.

On this day, Merica had already woken up at the first glimmer of dawn. After washing up and changing her clothes, she began to pack her luggage.

Although it was called luggage, it was actually just a change of clothes, magic potions, magic tools, and a magic staff.

"Should I bring some gifts for everyone in the clan?"

That was what Merica was thinking as she packed her things.

Due to the special nature of the Elven race, Elves didn't have any blood-related family members. However, the members of the Elven race were the closest companions to each other.

Merica had also received the care of many elders in the Elven race. She even had a childhood friend that she had grown up with for over a hundred years. This made Merica want to bring them gifts.

However, they were about to set off, and it was too late to prepare any gifts.

"It's all my fault. I forgot about the Peace Sacrifice."

Merica sighed.

In reality, she couldn't be blamed for this.

The Elven Peace Sacrifice was a grand ceremony that was held once every hundred years. Merica was only a little over a hundred years old this year and had only participated in the Peace Sacrifice once. How could she remember it so clearly after going out to train?

If it wasn't for the Elf Clan's childhood friend contacting her and mentioning this matter, Merica would have missed this opportunity.

Under such circumstances, it was already good enough that she could rush back. How could she ask for more?

Fortunately, the Elves were existences that transcended worldly desires. They weren't too interested in the luxuries of the secular world. Even if she didn't bring any gifts back, no one would care.

I'll help everyone pick out some gifts when I have the chance next time.

Merica made a mental note of this, then started to count the things she had to bring with her.

Mana Recovery Potions … Magic Scrolls with Intermediate Lightning-type Spells … Magic Crystals required to repair staffs … Magic Books with Fire-type and Ice-type Spells … And …

Merica inspected the items carefully.

This was a habit that Merica had developed after the crisis in the Adol Canyon.

Ever since that time, not only did Vivian and Tierre feel that the team was not prepared enough, but Merica also often thought that if her mana hadn't been exhausted so quickly, she would've been able to protect everyone in the team.

At the very least, if they had made sufficient preparations, Tierre wouldn't have needed to go all out and enter a ghostly state.

Hence, from then on, Vivian paid great attention to equipping the team with the necessary recovery items and various supplementary magical tools. Merica also used her own savings to secretly purchase some tools that she might need from the Royal Capital's Magical Tools Trading Company.

That way, when faced with a crisis, she could ensure that her mana would be stored and recovered quickly enough, allowing her to better deal with some emergencies.

However …

"My mana seems to be increasing faster and faster …"

Thinking about this, Merica felt a little uneasy.

Ever since he'd left Lamagegion, his mana had started to grow for some reason. As time passed, it grew faster and faster.

In the beginning, Merica was very happy.

After all, it was undoubtedly a good thing that her mana could grow so quickly.

However, seeing that the growth rate was getting more and more exaggerated, and the reason was still unknown, Merica's joy turned into uneasiness.

This was because she didn't know if this abnormal situation was really a good thing.

After all, abnormalities in mana were not to be taken lightly.

Mana was transformed from life force, and abnormalities in mana would usually be reflected in one's life force and body.

In the past, there were many mages who died for no reason due to excessive mana, resulting in an abnormal transformation of their life force.

As an orthodox mage and an elf who was seen as a natural mage, Merica naturally knew the severity of this.

Hence, recently, Merica had been worried that the crazy increase in mana in her body would cause problems with her life force.

For this reason, Merica even wrote to several great elven mages, but they didn't seem to have any clue.

Vivian did tell Merica that if there was a need, she could arrange for an expert in magic to take a look at Merica.

However, Merica rejected her.

There was nothing she could do. Although she was shy and easily nervous, she was still an elf who valued her purity.

Asking her to take the initiative to examine a group of so-called experts whom she didn't know at all, and whose gender she didn't even know, made Merica instinctively feel resistant.

Vivian seemed to be aware of Merica's situation and didn't insist. However, she advised Merica more than once to find a time to ask the elders of the elven race to take a look at her.

As a natural magic race, there were many great mages in the elven race with extremely high attainments in magic. Among them, there was no lack of Legendary-level mages who were much more brilliant than the mages of other races. Coupled with their understanding of elves, it was very likely that they would be able to see the problem with Merica's body.

In view of this, Vivian felt that Merica's return to the hometown of elves was a good thing.

This way, Merica could ask someone to take a look at her to see why her mana was growing so crazily, and if this situation would cause any problems.

Merica was very clear about this.

This time, she also had plans in this regard when she returned to the elven homeland.

It's a pity that Sister Vivian and Lumia can't go back with me.

Thinking of this, Merica felt somewhat regretful.

She had gone out to gain experience and made some trustworthy friends, but she couldn't successfully invite them to return with her and introduce them to her people. This was indeed a pity.

However, Merica could also understand that Vivian and Lumia really couldn't leave right now.

"Fortunately, I have Mister Shien to accompany me back …"

For some reason, Merica's mood became better.

Being able to invite Shien to her homeland as a guest was undoubtedly something to be happy about.

Even though Shien was already engaged, and his partner was the perfect and beautiful princess that she couldn't help but yearn for, Merica still couldn't help but feel happy.

Perhaps this faint trace of affection would never be known to others.

But Merica was willing to carefully savor it, tasting the ups and downs it brought.

There was no other reason than that this was her first love.

Elven love is a very pure thing.

Because the Elves were born from nature and not through reproduction, coupled with their natural instincts, their love would become very pure without many elements of desire.

For elves, it was very difficult for them to fall in love with someone.

Their kin were all women.

The only Protoss of their faith was the Goddess.

The importance they placed on their purity made them instinctively resist men of other races.

Under these circumstances, 99% of elven girls would remain single until the end of their lives.

Only a very, very small number of elves would be attracted to foreign males of noble character.

But elves were a long-lived race, and to them, a hundred years would pass in the blink of an eye. However, this hundred years was often the lifetime of a man of a different race.

Under these circumstances, of the few elves who were moved by a man of a different race, 99% would choose to silently guard their lover for the rest of their lives. They wouldn't choose to be together with him, let alone be together with him.

Because of this, to elves, love was pure and sacred. All elves greatly respected love and yearned for it. In the end, for this love, they would often choose to dedicate themselves to it.

They would either not fall in love with a single person for thousands of years, or they would only fall in love with one person for the rest of their lives. After witnessing the happiness of the person they loved or dying of old age, they would return to the home of the elves and never leave again. They would live their long lives in peace and quiet until the day they die.

In the eyes of others, this might be a very pitiful thing.

But in the eyes of the elves, this was a very normal thing.

This kind of relationship, which was destined to be fruitless, would become something that they would constantly recall, cherish, and savor for the rest of their lives.

Thus, whether it was sour, sweet, bitter, or spicy, to them, it was all worth savoring.

Merica was the same. Sometimes, she would feel jealous, envious, and sorrowful, but she would never regret it.

Just like before, when Shien became Rosie's first priority candidate for marriage, she was worried about this relationship. Now, what was done could not be undone. While she silently wished and envied him, she was also sincerely happy that she could return home with Shien.

That's right, Merica had already thought it through.

Since Shien was already engaged to Rosie, and she wasn't the one who could stand by his side, she would just be like the ancestors of her clan and silently guard him for the rest of his life.

Once he got married, had children, and lived a happy life, he would quietly leave, return to the clan, and live out his life. That would be enough.

As for now …

"As long as I can be with him and see him one more time, I'll be satisfied …"

Merica murmured.

Even though this was a little painful and sad, there was nothing she could do. This was the fate of an elf who fell in love with another.

"By the way, don't forget to bring this."

Merica seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and she took something out from under her blanket.

Upon closer inspection, it was a garland.

It was a garland that was not exquisite at all, and seemed to have been casually woven.

However, this garland was well maintained. Not only did it look as if it had just been woven, its color was bright, and there was not a trace of damage on it.

This was to be expected.

In order to maintain its original appearance, Merica had put in a lot of effort. Not only did she instill mana into it every day, she used the characteristics of elves to maintain its vitality, and she even sprinkled expensive potions on it so that it could maintain its original appearance.

One could imagine how much importance Merica placed on this wreath.

Merica would carry this garland with her wherever she went, and she would even hug it when she slept. Only then would she be able to sleep peacefully.

"Hehe."

Looking at this garland, Merica seemed to recall the scene when the weaver gave it to her. Thinking about it, her pretty face blushed, and she smiled happily.

When Merica came back to her senses, she discovered that the sky was already bright.

"Roar —!"

Outside, a dragon's roar could be heard clearly, as if it was informing someone to gather over.

"Oh no!"

Only then did Merica hurriedly put away the garland, and put it into her inner robe. She then grabbed her staff and luggage, and hurried to the garden in a panic.

In her arms and under her clothes, the flower garland, which had been carefully maintained, emitted a faint brilliance.

This scene happened every day, but no one knew about it.

…

In the garden of Porztutt's house.

When Merica hurriedly came out of the house, she discovered that not only was You Lin roaring at the sky, but everyone had also gathered.

"You actually came so late. That's not like you, Merica."

Vivian sensed the movement and turned around. She looked at Merica and chuckled softly.

"Have … have you already packed your things? Merica? "

Lumia asked in a concerned tone.

"If there are still things that have not been packed, please feel free to let me know, Miss Merica."

La Xia stood at the side of the crowd, and spoke expressionlessly.

Then …

"Good morning."

With a cold and pleasant voice, the princess also stood there, looked at Merica, and greeted her softly.

Who else could it be other than Rosie?

"Royal … Royal Highness Rosie …?"

Merica's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly stepped forward and lowered her head to apologize to Rosie.

"I'm … sorry, Your Highness, for making you wait so long."

Merica became a little nervous.

Merica's feelings towards Rosie were very complicated.

But in general, Merica still admired and respected Rosie very much.

In addition to the difference in status, Merica did not look down on Rosie just because of her relationship with Shien. She was still very well-behaved and polite.

On the other hand, Rosie did not seem to want to put on any airs.

"You don't have to say that, Miss Merica." Rosie shook her head, and looked at Merica with a smile on her face. She seemed to be in a good mood, and said to Merica, "I still have to thank Miss Merica for inviting me this time, giving me the opportunity to pay a visit to the rumored hometown of elves."

"No … It's nothing." Merica hurriedly waved her hand and shook her head. "With Your Highness' status, if you want to go to the hometown of elves, the elves will definitely welcome you."

This was not a compliment.

Rosie was the beloved son of the Protoss, and also the well-wishers of the Goddess of Destiny, one of the three goddesses. In addition, she was the legitimate descendant of the Hero, and had even inherited the Hero's holy sword. Due to her special status, the elves would definitely treat her with special respect.

If such a Rosie wanted to go to the hometown of elves, the elves would definitely welcome her.