The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

"Which clan do you belong to?"

If it's not a Dark Elf from the Nightveil Clan, then it must be a Dark Elf from another branch.

As for other races, the two guards never even considered it.

Besides the Shadow Elf, who else can simultaneously master both the Shadow Assassin and the Shadow Walker to this level?

"My name is Moran, I come from Quel'Rail, and I am a nature elf of the Emerald Tribe..."

Moran removed her hood, her emerald green eyes looking at the guards.

"You're a nature spirit?!" The two guards were shocked.

Is it because they haven't been to the surface for too long and have fallen behind the times?

When did nature elves start taking on dark-side jobs? And at such a high level!
"...and also a seeker of the high elves."

High Elf seekers! Then it's alright.

Those who can pursue the path of the High Elves are all geniuses with multiple magical talents in various branches.

“Sir, I need to check your letter of recommendation!” one of the guards said.

Moran understood and immediately withdrew Shadow Binding Touch.

"The letter of recommendation is fine, but you still need to give the correct password to enter the tribe's territory," the guard said after checking.

“The shadow follows the form,” Moran said.

“Password correct.” The two guards’ expressions relaxed slightly. “Follow me, Lord Moran. Until you see Master Shadowblade, you will be temporarily confined to the ‘Guest Cave.’ Do not move around, do not attempt to explore, and do not talk to anyone. This is for your safety and for the order of the clan. We hope you understand.”

"I understand." Viola had told her about the various rules of the Nightveil Clan beforehand, so Moran was mentally prepared.

Under the "escort" of a guard, Moran passed through the archway and officially entered the territory of the Nightshade Clan.

The interior is a vast labyrinth that perfectly combines natural caves with exquisite architectural art.

The passageways are interconnected, some as wide as a plaza, others as narrow as a sliver of sky.

The building is built against the rock face, making extensive use of luminescent crystals and dark stone. Some areas are completely dark, while others have only a minimal amount of light, creating an omnipresent sense of seclusion and oppression.

Occasionally, other Shadow Elves could be seen hurrying by. Most of them wore dark clothing that allowed for easy movement, had sharp eyes, moved silently, and communicated with each other briefly and efficiently. Many of them showed interest in her, this outsider, and were quietly assessing her strength.

The guest cave is located on the outskirts of the clan's territory. It is a small, independent cave with a stone door.

The interior furnishings are extremely simple, with only a stone bed, a stone table and a stone stool, and a small underground spring pool in the corner.

There was no latch on the inside of the stone door, so it could obviously be opened at any time from the outside.

"Wait here, I will go and inform Master Shadowblade." After saying this, the guard who led the way left, and the stone door closed silently.

Moran could sense that there were at least two guards outside the door.

She looked around the place, which was nominally a guest cave but was actually more like a prison cell, and did not touch anything there.

Compared to the Sunfire Elves, the Shadow Elves seem to be more xenophobic and have no hospitality whatsoever.

Moran recalled Viola's description of her teacher.

"The Shadow Blade Master... one of the Nightveil Clan's top shadow assassins, known for his sternness bordering on ruthlessness. In his presence, honesty is more effective than flattery, and strength is more reliable than background..."

The wait was longer than expected. For a full day and night, no one disturbed her, only simple, almost crude, food and water were brought in periodically through a small window beneath the stone door. Just when she thought the Nightveil Clan intended to harm her, the stone door finally slid open silently.

The person standing outside the door was not the previous guard, but a male Deep Shadow Elf who looked to be about thirty years old and was dressed in a simple black robe.

His face was handsome but expressionless; standing there, he gave the impression of being elusive, as if he might disappear at any moment.

Shadow Blade Master!

Without needing an introduction, Moran immediately confirmed the other party's identity.

"Moran Emerald?"

Master Shadowblade spoke, his voice low: "Viola described you in her letter in glowing terms. A nature elf, yet possessing eight different elven professions, all at a high level. But I only believe what I see with my own eyes and what I experience firsthand."

Viola's letter of recommendation earned you the opportunity to stand before me.

Now, prove yourself worthy of the Shadow Elf's legacy, and worthy of Viola's praise.

“I understand, Shadowblade Master,” Moran replied calmly. “How can I prove it?”

The Shadowblade Master didn't answer immediately, but turned and walked out. "Follow me."

Moran followed closely behind.

They traversed a complex network of caves and finally arrived at an extremely secluded training ground located inside a massive stalactite column.

Three figures stood in the center of the training field.

They were all dressed in black outfits similar to those worn by the Shadow Blade Master, and wore masks that only revealed their eyes.

Judging from their figures and the faint aura they exuded, the two men and one woman were all at least level 16. Among them, the petite girl gave Moran the strongest sense of danger and should be a level 17 Shadow Walker.

“They are the ‘Fangs of Night Veil,’ my students, and the most outstanding talents of this generation of the clan.”

The rules are simple: within this arena, any means are permitted, and there is no time limit, until one side is completely incapacitated or voluntarily surrenders. You can use any ability you want, but of course, they won't hold back.

If you win, proving that your value far surpasses that of my students, then I will personally bestow upon you the complete inheritance of Shadow Walker and Shadow Assassin levels 19 and 20.

Even if I lose... I will keep my promise to Viola and make sure you leave here safely.

But the matter of inheritance was never mentioned again.

"The Nightshade Clan does not accept losers, much less pass its legacy to a 'Seeker' whom even my student could not defeat," Shadowblade said.

Moran's gaze swept over the three Shadow Elves poised to attack, then turned to the Shadow Blade Master, his tone calm yet full of confidence:
"I accept the test."

She wasn't afraid of even three level 18 Shadow Elves, let alone a level 17 Shadow Walker and two level 16 Shadow Assassins.

In fact, several solutions flashed through her mind in an instant.

Whether it's the Radiant Priest's "Holy Nova" shockwave or the Sun Knight's "Blazing Aura" burst, any level 10 light magic is confident of ending the battle quickly with a near-crushing victory.

After all, the suppression of professional level and the restraint of magical energy cannot be easily compensated for by skill.

However... this thought only existed in her mind for less than a second before she rejected it herself.

What Shadowblade probably wanted to see wasn't how strong her Sun Knight and Radiant Priest classes were, but rather how far she had progressed on the path of Shadow Walker and Shadow Assassin. (End of Chapter)