What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 304. A Fairy Tale of Resurrection, The Elf Delegation

Leaving the splendor of Valhalla is a luxury and an incredible thing.

Because they are already the dead who remain in the world of the living, even though Valhalla and the distant Golden Apple dream will open to them from time to time, they can meet their past friends and relatives in their dreams.

Oh, and occasionally we can get together and play a game called Mahjong.

But they were already dead.

They kept this in mind, awaiting Kroya's summons, and training and competing every day to educate the young people who had just entered the Golden Apple Dream, giving them more experience in combat—even when they died, they would still be young.

They are heroic spirits! It was the great lord who allowed them to remain in this glorious world, and of course, they had to pay the price, until the end of eternity.

But today, at an ordinary moment.

From the fountain in Valhalla that forever shimmered with iridescent light, a serene voice suddenly echoed:

"This is an announcement: everyone in Valhalla may enter the real world. The passages will open gradually. Please automatically form small teams and collect your passes to the real world."

"Please line up in an orderly fashion to collect your prize..."

They certainly knew about the Tower Spirit. They relied on the Tower Spirit to provide and replenish their basic necessities for daily life. This Mr. Tower Spirit always provided them with the most complete living facilities.

—The entire Northern Territory is under the control of the Tower Spirits' network.

But what it suddenly said today still plunged many of the heroic spirits who had shown no fear in the war into incomprehensible silence and gasps of surprise.

"What happened?"

"Did the tower spirit just say we can return to reality?"

"Wow! Really?!"

The spirits living in Valhalla were instantly excited, and without hesitation, they chose the fastest and most efficient way to decide the first batch of names—they immediately became one with each other.

Heroes are those who died in various wars, so if we're going to rank them, it'll probably be based on who has the bigger fist.

Furthermore, even a mage who can enter this place could easily engage in a real melee combat, wielding rune chains and steel spellbooks.

War is nothing more than a matter of who has the bigger fist. Whoever has the bigger fist naturally has priority—they are all heroic spirits, and whoever can fight is more noble.

The sounds of various ping-pong balls mingled together.

The winners happily line up to receive their tickets to reality, while the losers can only wait at the back of the line, hoping that there will be enough tickets available this time.

The first-ranked soldier was a female warrior.

She has a tall and slender figure, without any exaggerated muscles, but she still stood in first place.

She naturally accepted the white wool bracelet from a clear spring, the white wool bracelet adorned with a small black and pure gold decoration.

"Black marigolds and golden sunflowers?"

Helen curiously shook the bracelet, which had both warm and cool sensations, and then heard the tower spirit's prompt: "Now, please step into reality."

Before her, a gate suddenly appeared, a wall of eternal hymns and music forming a gateway. It was a golden gate with sunflower patterns on its edges, radiating endless brilliance.

She hesitated for a rare moment, then stepped through the door with a death wish. After a brief moment of disorientation, she saw a sea of ​​swaying lavender.

Amidst the sea of ​​purple flowers, there are some exquisite and elegant houses with terraces and their own gardens, and some people are walking and talking on the straight road.

The entire island was bathed in sunlight and teeming with life.

"..."

The female warrior's eyes widened, and her legs moved almost involuntarily as she began to run towards a house. Her honed strength made her run like the wind, like a child hearing her parents' call.

Until she reached the elegant little house, she could feel her heart, which had already stopped beating, pounding wildly, and she couldn't help but lean on her knees and gasp for breath.

Even though she no longer felt that adrenaline rush.

Then, the door to the cabin creaked open.

A middle-aged woman with graying hair, wearing an apron, stood there, looking at her.

"You're back, Helen."

After a brief moment of surprise, the woman said, "I made your favorite pies. Go pick some lavender; its fragrance..."

The words were very ordinary, with no variation in tone, just like the countless mundane moments in life. They lacked passion, yet they formed the foundation of human life.

"Mother……"

At this moment, the magnificent Valhalla, the dazzling golden apple dream, and the rainbow wishing well that could fulfill any of their needs were all replaced by the nagging voice of their mother.

The warmth of the sun, the fragrance of lavender, and the aroma of food wafting from the house he had won for his mother with his war merits gently embraced her.

It was like a hug her mother gave her when she left home a long, long time ago.

She didn't cry, and her steps were no longer hurried.

Just like water flowing into the sea, she walked up the steps and took her mother's arm. "Oh, let me do it for you. Yes, it's rare that I have a day off, so let me cook you a nice meal..."

The powerful warrior put on an apron, picked up a peeler that seemed as small as a piece of tin to her, and began to work amidst her mother's nagging and the bubbling of the small pot.

She ultimately couldn't change her mother's mind. Even though she was now enjoying enough treatment that her mother could buy crops from the Magic Farm every day, her mother still chose the most basic cream soup.

This scene is playing out in many homes.

All of this was seen by the young mage standing atop the tower, as if the sun were shining behind him, holding a pen in his hand, writing the final period.

After Chloe finally finished writing, Ivy couldn't help but ask, "Why did you suddenly become interested in fairy tales?"

Cloy put away his newly written "Creamy Soup Returning from the Light" and replied casually, "I'm a bard, so of course I have to write fairy tales that can be sung."

"Don't you find it interesting?"

"Just as writing these fairy tales satisfied my destructive desires in that battle, I feel that it can also satisfy the occasional weariness I feel now."

The ivy fell silent.

After a long pause, it said in a muffled voice, "I thought you hadn't noticed, but is this destructive urge really that powerful?"

"It's alright." Kroya squinted and thought for a while: "Actually, I haven't controlled destruction yet."

It's like a lost chapter sung by a bard.

What I'm doing is changing the land I can see, watching the crops ripen, and seeing people laugh.

Just like the conversation you and Mia had, the flame that the god Apollo specially gave to the fire thieves, the hope that fell from the golden chariot that toured the world.

That is indeed one way...

Kroya stared at the distant sky and seemed to see a floating palace approaching the North, with some guards, or rather, watchers, from the Church of the Seven Gods beside it.

He blinked to make sure it wasn't a hallucination, then quickened his voice: "But that's a method belonging to the gods. I'm a mage, so of course I don't need to rely on that method to sustain myself."

All my thirst for knowledge and desire for peace will be restored through my power.

I only want to learn what I want to learn.

As his voice rang out, a golden section of the poem "The Rainbow" etched in his heart was imbued with a magical glow.

That is... the final hymn of praise.

The moment Kroa discovered it, it was like knowledge that no one wanted to learn—sealed off and locked away in its radiance.

……

The radiant guards from the Papacy stood tensely outside the palace.

He was actually a bishop of the Papacy, a powerful figure in any other place who would inspire believers to kiss his boots, but outside this palace of elves, he was truly just a guard.

Oh, and there are also the Church of the Earth Mother, the Order of the Roses, and other churches of the seven other gods guarding the area.

He really couldn't understand why the Orpheus family of the elves would suddenly send such a high-level delegation to visit just one of the many human kingdoms, and even just a duke within it.

For a true high-ranking member of the church, a duke of a small country, well... it's not impossible for him to secretly kiss his own boots.

But this "Duke" attracted a visit from the Orpheus family, and it was a visit of the highest caliber, initiated jointly by the Elven Royal Court and the Great Wisdom Palace.

By the time the visit request reached the Pope, the floating palace had already descended upon the border between the human and elven worlds. Its surface was covered with elven flowers, and its magic was as gentle as the moon.

It stood quietly at the border—with the Silverwing Knights and Sun Knights from the Orpheus family behind it, seemingly ready to attack human territory at the slightest provocation.

It was only at this moment that the people who were engaged in the chaotic battle and the struggle for resources suddenly realized that there were powerful neighbors outside of human territory who were silently watching them.

His Holiness the Pope then swiftly issued the travel permits himself, and also demanded that the Church of Mother Earth and the Holy See, which were already locked in conflict, immediately send people to escort them.

Hmm... It is indeed quite a mess inside, but it can't be this messy in front of my elf friends!

It is said that after the Pope’s decree was issued, the divine command of the Seven Churches was also transmitted with incredible speed, demanding that no one be disrespectful in front of this palace.

Icarus, sitting inside the palace, was aware of all these things. He looked with awe at his ancestor who had grown up beside him and couldn't help but ask, "The gods seem to fear you?"

Enveloped in a multitude of gushing magical springs, the laurel tree, much like a decorative sapling at the center of a wishing fountain, replied: "No, they are merely afraid of losing face as deities."

The sacred tree shook its branches and leaves, uttering a complaint: "I have already told Ethanos that he has given me far too much magic; I do not need so much power."

She simply complained, not expecting a reply from the already trembling Icarus, and continued, "The seven gods are all powerful beings, but they are confined to the land of humans."

I saw endless wars, locust plagues, and the fear of hunger and death on the land...

In their quest for awakening, they are destroying civilization, plunging this once beautiful world into ruin, hoping that the flames of destruction will rouse them from their long slumber.

Upon hearing this, Icarus already had a guess in mind. His heart was pounding, but he still couldn't help but ask, as if courting death, "You want the elves to intervene in this war?"

Although it was a question, he had already guessed what his ancestor was thinking.

In the present Elven Royal Court, the only person capable of making decisions that would influence the entire Elven race and impact the human world is probably this deity of the laurel tree.

However, the laurel tree denied it, saying, "Who said I was going to directly interfere in the human world like this? I just wanted to invite Duke Hanju to take a stroll in the world outside of humans."

I heard that his infrastructure projects are quite good.

"If I were to push for the upgrading and transformation of the border town, how much funding would the Elven Court approve? And how much knowledge would the gentlemen of the Great Wisdom Palace be willing to contribute?"

This was something Icarus could no longer answer.

He could only manage a weak reply, "They should pay a price that satisfies the Duke of Han Reef... probably."

But that was enough for the laurel tree to express its joy.

One of the elves' earliest ancestors chuckled, "I'll show those human gods what they've given up and what they're fighting for."

The sacred tree seemed to look up at the clear, boundless sky and see the glittering points of light in the astral plane, muttering, "Fortunately, my love left me enough power to keep the gods in check."

I used to be an archer too... I taught all the elves archery skills."

She muttered to herself, seemingly to ease the tension of seeing someone she was about to meet—it had been a very, very long time since she had heard the beautiful sound of the seven-stringed lyre.

She was even ready to bloom.

But what she didn't expect was that just as the palace was about to cross the towering wall of the northern border...

A giant sword, rippling with water, descended from the sky, as if the waves and tides of the sea were surging on it.

The terrifying giant sword fell straight onto the palace.

At the same time, a voice said, "How dare you step into my friend's territory, Daphne! Haven't you caused enough harm to my clan?!"

At this moment, the moonlight and the ocean replaced the brilliant light in the sky.

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(End of this chapter)