The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 35, Section 34: The Three Chiefs of the Rebellion!

"Of course. They also have the right to be educated."

Elian recalled what happened when he first brought the mages to the village.

“I told the people of the elven village that more than three hundred years ago, it was the moon elf prince Seymour Moon Whisper and his entourage who taught humans magic—and that is indeed true.”

"Therefore, magic is a gift from the elves to mankind, and a bridge for mankind to become true elves. Only by learning magic can they best imitate the elves."

“I also told them that some magic was enough to reshape flesh and appearance, allowing them to become like elves.”

"With this motivation, the people of Elf Village warmly welcome the magic school and the resident teachers."

Recalling this, El-Erian smiled.

Is this really the method they're using? Little Grete felt something was off.

“To be honest, I thought His Majesty would consider them traitors. I didn’t expect His Majesty to care at all,” Little Grete said, somewhat puzzled.

"Because it's the truth. The Elven Royal Court is far more powerful than us. It's perfectly normal for humans to have such thoughts."

El-Erian gazed westward, his eyes seemingly piercing through the lush green forests.

"Among the elves on the continent, there are 42 legendary mages, including those above me, such as the [Mid-Legendary], and even the [Chosen Ones] who can summon the gaze of the gods."

“There are thousands of high-level spellcasters like you or General Thor.”

"Those legendary elven mages can also join forces to unleash incredible [High Elven Magic] rituals, enough to tear apart the continent and banish true gods."

"The Elven Royal Court has seized the most fertile and beautiful land in the heart of the continent, the fairy forests brimming with ethereal magic, the best mithril mines, and other biological resources. They leave us to fight and struggle with orcs, goblins, and kobolds on this small, barren piece of land on the edge of the continent."

"Above the Elven Royal Court lies the most powerful pantheon in the universe today—the Elven pantheon. The Elven chief god, Corellon, is a powerful god of magic and war; some ignorant fools even believe that Corellon is the source of all magic in the universe..."

Why is Your Majesty telling me all this...? Grete was a little confused.

After El-Erian finished speaking, he gently placed a hand on the boy's shoulder:
"That's why we need to work hard."

"The reason we build this country, the reason we spread magic across the land, and the reason we have the undead work in the fields to feed more people is so that the newborn human children on the land of Eldoron in the future will not have to follow the path of the elven village today."

"Perhaps one day, the empire will surpass the Elven Royal Court, and even the Elven pantheon. The elves will then worship us, cutting off their long ears to imitate us..."

At this point, El-Erian chuckled with a touch of humor.

"Oh, right, little Gret. I'll use magic to turn you into a young elf. I'll send you to the elf village so you can experience firsthand the treatment elves receive. Want to give it a try?"

Little Grete was startled:
"But, but, I don't know what habits elves might have. What if they don't seem like it..."

El-Erian smiled and shrugged:

"Don't worry, whatever you do, in the eyes of the people in the elven village, it is all orthodox elven practice. If it doesn't conform to their expectations, they will think they are wrong."

"Yes... Your Majesty."

Grete agreed somewhat hesitantly.

Elian chanted the incantation softly.

Little Gretel's ears grew longer, his body became more slender, and his facial features changed considerably, making him look like a young elf.

"Go in and play for 20 minutes, then I'll pick you up here."

Elian waved his hand, watching Little Grete leave and enter the elven village.

He temporarily sent the child away, watching him disappear from his sight.

El-Erian sighed and slowly turned around:
"Alright, now that you're here, there's no need to hide anymore."

"My three chiefs, how have you been?"

A man with sharp eyes and a handsome appearance.

A beautiful blonde woman.

A bald man with a slightly overweight build.

Three figures simultaneously deactivated their invisibility, emerging from the night. "Gutt, Helen, Kad. What brings you three to me so late?"

"Erian asked."

"What do you think?"

Guter, the chief engineer of the energy company, fixed his eagle-like gaze on Elian.

"Killing me now is already past the best opportunity."

There was no surprise in El-Erian's tone.

“The dissenting voices had gradually disappeared two months ago—most of the mage nobles, whether they agreed or not, had accepted the reality.”

"The teachers stationed in the villages have become very familiar with the villagers. Magical education is progressing rapidly on the surface. In most villages, bright students have already successfully performed their first magic trick..."

"After the three major orc clans were wiped out, villages across the land began cultivating wilderness they had previously dared not tread. With the undead working in the fields, they could cultivate more land and feed more people. In just a few years, the human population on this land would double..."

“We will end all of this!” Gut interrupted Elian.

"Everything will be fine as long as you're dead."

“You do have loyal subordinates, mainly that wretched General Saul.”

"But if you're no longer here, what can he do once the die is cast?"

"Even if he wants to avenge you, are his battle mages willing to risk their lives for a supreme mage who no longer exists?"

Guter became increasingly agitated as he spoke, his face flushing crimson.
"Erian, you must pay the price for your foolishness!"

"After tonight, when the Empire's Supreme Mage vanishes into thin air, I will become the new Supreme Mage and set things right."

“I will destroy those useless schools on the surface, recall all the village mages I sent down, and at the same time slaughter the ignorant people of three villages as a celebration.”

"It's time to bring this farce that's lasted for more than half a year to an end!"

"In the future history books of the great Eldorum, everything that happened this year will only be recorded as a wrong turn."

The blonde woman, Helen, on the other side, said in an icy tone:

“What Guter said is what I also wanted to say.”

"Elian, after you disappear tonight, I will support Gut and make him the new High Mage!"

Listening to Gutt's righteous and stern words, Elian sensed something very special.

It wasn't greed blinded by a desire for profit, but rather a firm belief in oneself as the absolutely right one!

"Guter, in your opinion, are the traditions of Eldoron really that important?"

"Erian asked."

"The word Eldoron has only existed for three centuries. And the mage nobles who took their floating cities deep into the heavens are only a century old. The history of the empire is less than half the lifespan of an elven commoner (700+ years)."

"Why would you risk the enormous consequences of retaliation from General Saul and my other supporters to assassinate me after the best opportunity has already passed?"

"Is the tradition of Eldoron, the tradition of separating the mage nobles from the common people of the surface, something you would be willing to risk your life to uphold?"

Gutt remained silent, seemingly unwilling to answer.

El-Erian smiled, his tone unusually calm:

"So, are you willing to answer these questions for this dead man?"

"The future High Mage of Eldoron."

After a brief silence, Guter snorted coldly:
“Erian, you wouldn’t understand.”

"Have you ever seen a god, Elion? A real god!"

(End of this chapter)