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Chapter 19 is actually about the Elf Royal Family.

After the banquet, Renn, Ellina, and Dia were arranged to rest and spend the night in the same room.

This is only natural. After all, Rein and Ellina are "husband and wife," and Dia is their personal maid.

There's no reason why a maid could skip her night duty and slack off in the next room if the couple sleeps in separate rooms.

The large, soft down bed in the room made Dia, who had been worried that it wouldn't be cramped enough, breathe a sigh of relief.

Ellina may not be Renn's wife, but she is definitely his maid. If the bed is too small for three people, Renn will definitely make her sleep on the floor.

After changing into their pajamas, the three of them lay down side by side on the bed.

As usual, Raine held Dia in his arms; the little dragon's daughter was so sweet and soft, mmm...

He turned around and hugged Ellina, carefully comparing their textures.

It's definitely more comfortable to be a big, big fairy princess.

I've decided, I'll sleep with this from now on.

Renn closed his eyes contentedly and began to sleep peacefully.

Beside him, Ellina, used as a pillow, remained expressionless, staring only at the deep red curtains above the bed.

Controlled by the caged bird, she was powerless to resist any actions of the necromancer, though she didn't really care about such things.

On the other hand, Dia, who was first hugged and then released, stared blankly at the elf sister's towering breasts, and then finally understood what was going on, revealing an expression of unbearable shame and anger.

She had already decided that once Ryan was fast asleep, she would sneak out of bed, get some ink, and draw a turtle on his face!

At the top of Gull Castle, in the Marquis's study.

Marquis Fahre quickly wrote a letter, handed it to the steward waiting outside, and arranged for a mail carrier to send it out overnight.

The following morning, he received a reply from the Gem Islands:

“…Fradsikar, I didn’t expect you to know this surname. Before explaining its origin, I need to let you know the history of the High Elf Royal Court.”

“In ancient times, we elves sailed from the outer sea and first settled in the Gem Islands. After the kingdom prospered for hundreds of years, we began to send colonies to the mainland.”

"Due to the inconvenience of transportation, the Elven languages ​​on both sides of the strait gradually developed pronunciation differences. The Elven royal family of the Gem Islands pronounced their surname as 'Fladsica'; however, the royal family that went to the mainland pronounced their surname as 'Francisca'."

"The same clan has evolved into two different surnames due to the dialectalization of their pronunciation, which has led to the historical debate about 'which surname is the legitimate one'."

"After countless arguments, debates and communications between scholars from both sides of the strait, a consensus was finally reached. In spoken language, they still use their own names, but in written form, they will use the ancient Elvish pronunciation 'Fladsikar' to refer to the noble royal surname."

"Of course, with the fall of the continental elven empire, there is no longer any point in using those two surnames. The current high elf royal family uses 'Fladsika' in both spoken and written language when speaking to outsiders."

"As for the surname 'Fradsikar,' I think it would only appear in one situation: when a high elf royal family traveling abroad neither wants to reveal their royal surname nor intends to use the surname of another family, so they play a little game of ancient etymology with you."

"Based on your description in the letter, white hair and golden irises do indeed match the appearance of our royal family. However, I have not heard of any royal family member traveling abroad. Ellina should be an alias, falsely claiming to be Princess Ellina Francesca, a heroine of the ancient elven empire. I cannot see any more information about this."

"If possible, it would be best to draw her full appearance and attach it to the letter for my confirmation; otherwise, I cannot give you any more reliable answers."

Marquis Fahre read the reply with great eagerness, his hands trembling with excitement as he held the letter.

Royal family?

Haha, they're actually high elf royalty!
The person who replied was a nobleman from the High Elf Kingdom. Their fathers had coincidentally established a secret and reliable friendship in their early years, and coupled with the close ties of interest brought about by years of smuggling trade, Marquis Fahl completely trusted his ally's words.

In other words, my son, Raine Fahre, actually married a member of the High Elf royal family who was secretly traveling abroad!
Although this young man is unlike me in appearance and temperament, he has inherited my talent for choosing women... no, he is even better than me in this regard! Marquis Fahr carefully put the letter away and placed it in a secret compartment of the bookcase.

After thinking about it carefully for a moment, he took it out again and burned it over a candle flame.

This matter needs to be kept confidential at this stage and should not be made known to more people.

After burning the letter to ashes, Marquis Fahel pushed aside all the clutter on his desk, revealing the family map underneath.

Why did he want Salt Island?

Never mind! If he wants it, then give it to him!
With a stroke of his pen, Marquis Fahl granted all fifty-odd islands of varying sizes within the Salt Island region to Rennes as his fiefdom.

Salt Island is economically heavily reliant on Searock City for sustenance, and militarily requires the protection of the Faher family's fleet. Choosing Salt Island as a fiefdom means accepting Searock City's control.

Why not grant him such a sensible and obedient request?

The investiture order was written in triplicate, signed with the Marquis's name, and stamped with the seal of the Fahr family. Then the steward outside was summoned. One copy was given to Renne, one was made public within the clan's territory, and the other was sent to the Lord of the River Bend, Duke Marorne.

When the Duke of Malorne received the letter, his newlywed youngest daughter and son-in-law had just returned to the clan to visit their father.

“Rain Fahel, who disappeared many years ago, has recently returned to the Fahel clan’s lands,” he casually remarked to his youngest daughter, Martha.

"Is he the only one in the Fahel family who looks like a human, the one whose members all have fish-man faces?" Martha covered her mouth and laughed. "I was quite curious to see if he was as handsome as the legends say."

Her husband was immediately alarmed, because his wife's fondness for handsome men was well-known in aristocratic circles.

“Oh, my dear,” Duke Malorne smiled, “handsome men are everywhere; what matters more is their loyalty to you. I don’t mean to slander a complete stranger, it’s just that the Fachel family’s tarnished reputation makes me…”

The father and daughter smiled at each other, while the duke's son-in-law chuckled awkwardly, but he made a mental note of the name Renn.

Within Searock City, news of Raine's formal enfeoffment on Salt Island has already spread among the Faher tribe.

Most of the brothers were overjoyed, because the Marquis of Fahl had far too many sons, and there were only a few of the best fiefdoms; each additional son meant one less piece of land.

Ryan voluntarily chose to go to Salt Island instead of competing with his brothers for resources, which is truly admirable and shows great loyalty!

Only the Marquis's most beloved youngest son, Poirot Fahre, was greatly alarmed upon hearing the news. He immediately ran to Marquis Fahre and pleaded with his father:
"The environment on Salt Island is too harsh. Granting it to Rein as a fief would be tantamount to humiliating Ellina's family, which is inappropriate."

Marquis Fahel thought to himself, "Do you think I don't know?"

He originally intended to grant Raine the fief of Seven Rivers, located northwest of Searock, part of the coastal plain corridor, which was suitable for farming, fishing and commerce.

Who knew Raine would ask for Salt Island? What value does that wretched place even have...?

Marquis Fahre looked at his youngest son, Poirot, and his eyes suddenly sharpened:
“Polo, I didn’t know you were the type to think of your brothers. Eight years ago, Ryan left the family without saying goodbye. I remember you were only… nine years old then? Did you really have any connection with him?”

Poirot knew that offering his opinion rashly would arouse his father's suspicion, but he couldn't just stand by and watch Salt Island be taken away by Renn, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say:

“I’m not thinking about Renn, but about the family. The family’s main income comes from legitimate trade with the High Elf Kingdom. The Gem Islands have been closed off for years, and the diplomatic means available to us are too scarce. So we can’t easily risk offending any High Elf nobles.”

There's nothing wrong with what he said, and it also served as a reminder to Marquis Fahel.

Although they are husband and wife, Raine's opinion does not represent Ellina's opinion.

High Elves are known for their meticulous standards of living, being among the most demanding of all races. Don't end up going to Salt Island with your husband, only to find yourself unable to stay even one night and instead divorcing him and returning to the Gem Islands.

No, we still need to arrange for a few daughters to test the daughter-in-law's true thoughts.

(End of this chapter)