The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 184 Rewriting History: 300 Years Later, Humanity Had Never Learned Magic

"Terrani, is it you who concealed the traces of fate, allowing the mortal mages of the human kingdom to face their end in ignorance?"

In the elven kingdom of Avando, during a grand banquet, Aros sipped her wine while gazing at her eldest son beside her.

Prince Telani of the Sun nodded:

"Yes, Queen Mother."

"This is a lesson to that impious race."

Aros smiled:

"This seems a bit against the rules. We agreed before that we should try not to interfere with those insignificant creatures in the mortal world."

In the distant beginnings, the gods of Sidrian, along with several ancient god groups known to mortals as the Orcish pantheon, Dwarf pantheon, Giant pantheon, and Dragon pantheon, each created their own mortal races.

At that time, they jointly made a contract—

Let these weak mortal beings develop naturally. The gods will try not to interfere, at most issuing divine decrees.

In particular, the gods of Sidreen, at the initiative of Corellon, have always adhered to the idea that "gods do not concern themselves with the mortal world."

“Mother, the rule only states that we should try not to interfere,” Prince Telani of the Sun retorted.

"Besides, if I act secretly, my father and the other gods won't notice."

For Prince Terrani of the Sun, the only price to pay was to descend into the material plane in his true form.

This will cause him to suffer from the malice of the material plane, leaving him weak for a considerable period of time.

Besides, even if he were to descend in avatar, it wouldn't matter as long as he wasn't noticed by the other Sidrian gods who were engrossed in the banquet.

Just as Aros was about to say something more, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and sensed the power emanating from the mortal realm.

An invisible channel connects to the divine realm of Avando, slowly drawing upon the small amount of power naturally overflowing from it.

—【High-level Elven Magic】!
A miracle that transcends mortal magic and directly draws upon the power of the divine realm!
"That mortal elven king has already begun to prepare for a high-level magical ritual..."

Aros smiled, as a faint plea echoed in his ears:
"Great and sublime Divine Queen, guardian of elven art, weaver of elven destiny, we beg for a sliver of your power, the power of destiny..."

“Yes.” Aroshi nodded gently, agreeing to the request of the insignificant mortal.

If she can't even overcome this small crisis, then the rising human kingdom is none of her concern...

In a corner unnoticed by the gods at the banquet, a wisp of authority originating from the divine office of [Fate] flowed into the mortal realm through an invisible passage.

At the edge of the banquet, Ain had not yet left, her eyes constantly glancing at the table of Prince Terrani and Queen Aros.

……

The palace of the Sun Elves, a complex and intricate complex of palaces.

Inside a hidden, sturdy brass palace.

Larklas, accompanied by the royal family's legendary spellcasters, had already begun the ritual.

In addition, the legends of the other nine Sun Elf families are also arriving one after another.

Whenever a legend arrives at the palace, guided by guards, if he or she is a spellcaster, Larklas will ask him or her to immediately join the ritual.

At the center of the ritual was Seymour Moon Whisper, tightly bound to the bed by chains engraved with runes.

"What are you doing? Why are you using high-level elven magic?"

"Bearing the power of the divine kingdom is a huge burden for mortals. Even if you have more than ten people to share the pressure of the ritual and the chosen one himself to act as the conduit for divine power, so you won't die, you will at least be weak for a considerable period of time!"

"What is it that's worth doing this for?"

Seymour roared and struggled desperately, but could not break free.

Most of the participants in the ceremony remained bewildered, unaware of its purpose.

They were simply following the orders of the Sun Elf King, contributing magic and participating in the rituals...

crunch.

The doors of the brass palace were pushed open once more. "Legendary lords, His Majesty, and the others are inside."

Another group of legendary Sun Elves, guided by palace soldiers, arrived at this hidden brass palace.

—The Radiant Family, the Serka and Loran brothers!
—The Golden Petal Family: Alamir and Guillacer, siblings!

"Your Majesty Larkrace, what urgent matter has summoned us so late at night... Ah, Prince Seymour!"

Serka Radiance looked on incredulously.

As soon as Alamier entered, her gaze froze upon seeing Seymour tightly bound to the iron bed:
"Seymour!?"

"What are you doing here, you moon elf?"

He looked blankly at the Sun Elf King: "Your Majesty Larklais, why have you imprisoned Seymour?"

"Alamir, save me! Your Sun Elf king has gone mad for some reason, suddenly killing my servants and kidnapping me here."

Wearing an anti-magic collar around his neck and tightly bound by runic chains, Seymour struggled and turned to Alamir for help:

“Alamir, we’re still good friends, right? I even went to the floating city of Eldoron to save you once.”

"Your Sun Elf king has gone mad! He suddenly captured me and brought me here! Stop him!"

Who considers you a friend? You have the nerve to bring up the time you saved me and then electrocuted me…

Alamir's lips twitched, and he was about to refuse when he saw the Sun Elf King, Larklas, slowly walk to his side, placing a large, powerful hand on Alamir's shoulder:
"Alamir, the hero of the Sun Elves."

“I know. Twenty years ago, you were the first to point out the mistake that the moon spirit Seymour had made.”

"This elven sinner has committed blasphemy by teaching arcane magic to a godless and faithless race."

"You tried to atone for the mistakes of your people, and for that you paid the price of losing your freedom for a period of time, while no one remembers your sacrifice..."

Alamir's heart pounded, his blood nearly boiling.

The king was praising his achievements!

Alamir bowed excitedly to the king he revered, his eyes gleaming with excitement:
"I only did what I was supposed to do, Your Majesty!"

Laclais nodded approvingly:

"You did very well."

"Now, let us work together to atone for the sins committed by the moon elves."

Under Alamir's bewildered gaze, the Sun Elf King spread his arms and chanted ancient incantations, pushing the magic of the ritual to its peak.

From Seymour's body, illusory threads spread out, forming a complex web of fate.

Latres loosely clenched his right hand and gently pulled, magnifying a certain pivotal moment in his destiny and projecting it as a phantom image:

The young moon elf prince, clad in a magnificent silver robe, carried a seven-stringed lyre in one hand and a book in the other, heading eastward into the wilderness. Behind him followed hundreds of royal attendants, weary from their journey.

Ahead of this team lay a primitive city-state pieced together from countless simple houses.

The Serka brothers, Princess Lia, Prince Elf, Alamir and the siblings Guirath... every Sun Elf legend present stared wide-eyed at the scene.

—This is the journey eastward that Seymour made to teach magic to mankind more than 300 years ago!
"Come, Alamir, hero of the Sun Elves..."

"Come, my daughter Lia, the warrior who once led troops to victory against humanity, the future Queen of the Elves..."

Amidst the stunned and bewildered expressions of Alamir Goldflake and Princess Leah, Larklas took their hands and extended them toward the illusory image in the air:

"You will personally erase the sins Seymour committed!"

……

A corner of the floating city of Eldoron.

The goddess of knowledge, Ain, left the mansion that Elion had given her and headed towards Elion's palace.

(End of this chapter)