Equipment Printing School Mage

"There's no need to emphasize this!!!" Emiya and the other three shouted in unison.

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The Seldarine did not give Emya and her party much time to rest - after all, it was impossible for Corellon to arrange all the details of the meeting personally.

The deity responsible for these is Lady Goldenheart, one of the three aspects of the goddess-queen, Angeleth.

If Sig were to speak, he would definitely emphasize one extra point: she was the goddess Hadley who had an affair with the entire Seldarine before becoming Angrith.

However, as long as they want to end this matter peacefully, they must not spread a scandal of this level everywhere.

...if this well-known fact is considered a scandal.

However, the Seldarine's plans began earlier than they imagined.

There is no need to doubt the artistic level of the elves.

When the Seldarine's notice arrived, it was as if a spring breeze blew across the palace, transforming the once unremarkable lawn into a magnificent sea of ​​flowers overnight. Emya didn't know what they had done, but the bright crimson blossoms, reflecting the sun against the sky, illuminated the sight of Emya and her group, guiding them all the way to Arvandor's most important palace.

As mentioned before, the Seldarine is more of a family than a pantheon.

The best evidence for this is that they are actually not as close as other pantheons.

This meeting was not so much about obeying the Lord God’s call from God…

It would be better to say that the children who have already separated from their families came back to visit their relatives.

However, precisely because of this, the level of this meeting may be higher than Emiya expected.

A sea of ​​pure crimson flowers naturally couldn't embody the Seldarine's aesthetic. In fact, they soon discovered that the hue of the endless sea of ​​flowers slowly changed as they approached the center of Arvandor.

To be more precise, the gods carefully designed the placement of the flowers.

From red roses to violets, from scarlet to purple, on both sides of the rainbow-like gorgeous flower path, there are a large number of flower species that Emilia doesn't even recognize, which are carefully arranged, creating an effect that is almost a gradient of colors with simple gardening.

At the end of the flower path is a long uphill slope.

The Seldarine is not a strict pantheon, so Arvandor actually has no long-term administrative agency at all, and major events involving the entire pantheon will only take place in the residences of Corellon and Angrith.

It is the center of Arvandor, called the Crescent Grove in the Common Language, and the place of eternal splendor in the original Elvish language.

Arvandor was not originally owned by the Seldarine, but was said to have been seized from the giants by the Seldarine. The Crescent Grove is now the most glorious of the ruins.

It was called the Sacred Forest, but its core was the tower in the center that soared into the sky. However, over countless years, the area around the tower had become extremely lush.

However, driven by the Seldarine's aesthetic, countless massive white trees have long since grown outside the tower. Their lush roots, combined with resilient shrubs, form the sturdy staircases visitors need. These countless staircases extend outward from the Crescent Grove, welcoming both visitors and the other gods who also reside in Arvandor. These staircases, extending to every corner of Arvandor, are they not also the roots of the Crescent Grove?

As Emiya and her group walked through the sea of ​​flowers, the dawn was about to fade. The sunlight shone on the moonstone atop the Crescent Sacred Forest, creating a dazzling rainbow of light.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, but as soon as Emilia and her group stepped out of the rainbow-like sea of ​​flowers, the seven-colored halo diffracted from the high tower in the center to Emilia and her group, almost guiding Emilia and her group forward, making them surrounded by gorgeous rainbow light all the way.

However, Emilia naturally had no understanding of aesthetics, and being as dull as steel, he could only conclude that the Seldarine still attached great importance to this meeting.

However, the good times did not last long.

He had only taken a few steps in the rainbow light when he noticed the exquisite reliefs on both sides of the path and stopped.

The three goddesses naturally couldn't follow the same path as mortals. Even if the goddesses could accept it, the elves couldn't. So, by his side, only Elastrid and Sig, who were fascinated by the sight, and the archdruid, who was annoyed at the sight of him using nature as a paintbrush, paid no attention to the content of the reliefs.

And Emiya raised her eyebrows.

The Seldarine have begun to make their presence known.

Typically, these reliefs would tell the grand history of the Seldarine—not surprisingly.

However, this time, the relief carvings on their path had only one theme: the importance, symbolism, and greatness of the Moon Blade—

and inviolability.

It seems that this path was indeed designed specifically for them.

The Mystery of Fifty-Seven Months (IV)

They had just set foot on the path when a cynical male voice rang out from the trail: "Welcome! Welcome! Dear guests! How lucky I am to meet you all by chance while I'm just wandering around Avandor!"

Although there was no basis for this, Emilia suddenly felt that the voice and way of speaking of Loki, the god of mischief in Joseph Garden, might be very similar to that of this god.

Emiya and the others stopped, and Sig asked curiously, "Excuse me, who are you——"

The voice said enthusiastically, "No need to stop and wait for me. I simply stumbled upon our guests and came to chat with these handsome and beautiful ladies. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Erevan Irahil, son of Corellon. Would you like me to be your temporary tour guide? The development of the Crescent Grove carries the history of the Seldarine. It would be a pity to just admire the scenery, such as this series of reliefs..."

Before he finished speaking, Sig pretended to think for a moment, then clapped his hands: "I remember now! You are Hanali Seranil's lover."

"Ex-lover!" The voice that was talking non-stop was almost choked by Sig's words. "—That was a long, long time ago!"

"You guys broke up?"

"..." Erevan Irasil, who was far away in the Crescent Holy Forest Hall, looked unhappy at the moment.

No, it's just that she died protecting her own father and eventually married her own father along with two other goddesses.

Who can say such words!

Not to mention, Angris had been the Queen of Gods for thousands of years. And he was just one of Hanali's lovers—it was just that his personality was the most compatible with Hanali's back then.

The elven god of mischief and change, he is also the patron saint of elves and half-elf wanderers, and one of the most important allies of the Joyful Court in the fairy world.

"Feelings aren't something that will slowly weather like rock," Erevan Irasil tried to save face before changing the subject. "It's just a random node in a long life, not an indelible mark on your life for the rest of your life."

"Who is your current lover?"

"........."

Erevan Irahil, son of Corellon, the deceiver, the chameleon, the ever-changing shapeshifter, the fey jester, the clown of the Court of Joy—was silent.

As for his current relationship status since breaking up with Hanali...

Single for the time being.

There is no need to continue this topic - whether Sig did it intentionally or not, no matter who it is in this situation, they will definitely not be able to help but pursue him relentlessly!

A fragrant breeze blew by, and the butterfly scales suddenly fluttered from the bushes. Amidst these fluorescent scales, the reliefs on the spiral staircase slowly turned into streams of light, sliding past the Emiya people with some indignation, and flew towards the spire in the center of the Holy Forest.

There is no relief on the path; it is merely the incarnation of Erevan Irahil.

"...Ah." Alaster was curiously browsing the contents on the relief, but just when she finished reading the praises of the Moon Blade's power and was about to see other races' envy of the Moon Blade, the relief disappeared from her sight, leaving her with only a short sigh.

Emilia sighed and said, "I've finished reading it—actually, with the old..."

He paused, swallowing back the name that should never be spoken. "It's the same fable that Miss Meta told us—"

After the Moon Elves obtained the Moon Blade, they immediately worshipped it as the symbol of their entire race. Later, a Moon Elf Bishop crafted the most powerful Moon Blade and did not give it away.

The arrogant gold elves could not accept that the moon elves had creations that they could not make, so they asked the moon elves' bishop for them.

To their surprise, the bishop readily agreed—as long as they could gain Moon Blade's approval and pass the test of the Blade Wielding Contract. The ecstatic golden elves immediately tried to draw the sword.

The process ended very quickly: all the golden elves who attempted were instantly burned to death by the flames gushing out of the Moon Blade.

This result was naturally unacceptable to the Gold Elves. They went to challenge the Moon Elf Bishop, but the Moon Elf Bishop replied simply, "The Moon Blade is naturally wielded only by the Moon Elves."

Unqualified users who refuse to give up will be punished by the Moon Blade—specifically, they will be engulfed in flames.

The golden elf’s anger almost blew up the church: Why didn’t you tell such a crucial secret at the beginning?

The bishop slowly asked back, "Now that I've told you, will you give up?"

The arrogance of the Golden Elves was fully demonstrated at this moment - even though a considerable number of their compatriots had died at the hands of the Moon Blade, and even though the Bishop clearly stated that the Golden Elves could not be recognized, there were still Golden Elves who continued to try: they insisted that it was just that the previous dead were not good enough, and that they were the race favored by Corellon, and they themselves were the chosen ones, and must be the only exception.

Then, a large number of golden elves died, and not a single one of them succeeded.

It was the first time that Fenwei heard this story, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

The story ends here. Some believe this is a mockery of the Gold Elves' arrogance, others believe it was a self-congratulatory joke written by the Moon Elves, and some fans of unofficial history believe this is the reason for the rise of the Gold Elves' Vashon family - other Gold Elves suffered heavy losses in this reckless and foolish attempt, and the Vashon family ultimately benefited and rose to become the royal family of Arivandar.

Elastrid was silent for a moment, then asked, "In that case, is it necessary for us to continue this journey?"

Although they were reasonable, they ultimately risked offending the gods.

Emiya glanced at the road ahead of them.

Their road was winding and they were still quite some distance away from the central tower.

However, he guessed that every word of their group was heard by the Seldarine.

He pondered for a moment and said, "...Actually, I've always been curious. Since His Majesty Corellon has never agreed to let the Moon Blade be spread, now that he's finally agreed, why doesn't he seize this opportunity? Instead, he wants to put a stop to this matter."

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In the side hall, Seldarine's brothers and sisters gathered together rarely, all paying attention to the situation of Emya and her group.

It was only a few hours before the grand event began, so it would be foolish to discuss countermeasures at this time - but considering their free-spirited nature, this was normal.

"Anyway, I can't do it anymore." Erevan Irasil, choked back before he could even start, was now lying flat on the bench with his feet propped up on the table. The entire bench tilted back, maintaining the most delicate balance. "All I can say is, while we were arguing, they must have been making careful plans."

"Then you came back so easily!" Deep Sea Sashela was furious. "The Hanali incident is so old news! You got so anxious when a mortal asked you a few questions? Now they're mentally prepared. Wouldn't it be humiliating for us to go back?"

"...Hmph." Erevan Ilashil snorted indifferently.

Just because it's been a long time since the incident happened doesn't mean he's let it go.

The greatest common goal of the current Seldarine pantheon is to conquer the Seldarine pantheon led by Lolth. Once peace is achieved, they tend to scatter.

At least Erevan Irasil was unwilling to expose his scars in front of mortals.

Deep Sea Sashela naturally had no way to deal with such a tough opponent. Ultimately, Deep Sea Sashela wasn't the leader of the group; he was only able to temporarily preside over the meeting because he had promised to ask Emiya and his group to prove themselves at the formal meeting.

The harassment before that could only be dealt with by other gods - Deep Sea Sashela was unwilling to bear all the blame alone.

Now, what happened to Erevan Irasil made them aware of an additional risk: if these mortals were determined to start exposing their dark history, wouldn't they lose face in front of their brothers and sisters?

Naturally, no one is willing to do that.

There was only one reason why Erevan Irasil left in time, because he realized the true strategy of Emiya and his group.

They had no intention of reasoning with the Seldarine at all - the Seldarine were all real gods, and they were brothers and sisters. No matter what, it was impossible for dozens of gods to rush over and cause trouble for them.

The Seldarine gods are very proud, in other words, they care about their reputation.

So, as long as Emiya and his group were shameless and started to mess around with the Seldarine gods - basically no Seldarine god could withstand this pressure.

Erevan Irasil didn't really mind, but after understanding this strategy, he immediately realized a serious problem:

What should he do if he persists and loses face over there, and his other brothers and sisters are afraid to face this tragic situation and start to hesitate?

He would be the only one to be embarrassed. Although he was called a clown, that was because he was moody and liked to play tricks on others, not because he liked to make fun of himself in front of his brothers and sisters!

They were gods, not fools, so they quickly understood the game behind the scene. The side hall suddenly fell into silence.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded: "Could it be that you want me to take over again?"

The one who spoke was Femaro Mosderin.

If there was anyone among the Seldarine who was more difficult to deal with than Erevan Irasil, it would only be the most marginalized Femara Mosdrin.

"No !!!!"

However, his brothers and sisters unanimously rejected his request.

——The only problem is that Femaro Mosdlin is too over the top.

So much so that this wandering god who has always been speaking coldly may rebel at any time.

"Well then." Femaro Mosdlin lowered his head. "Then, let's wait here... Perhaps our guest will suddenly shrink back before this treasure, a treasure even gods would envy, feeling unworthy of the Moon Blade and refusing to accept it."

This was of course impossible, but it was just Fermaro Mosterlin mocking his brothers and sisters again.

Seeing that the side hall was about to erupt in chaos again, Shenhai Sashela had no choice but to resort to his final solution: "Then let's use the old rules... Whoever stands up last will go."

This method is naive, but effective.

The Seldarine gods stood up like bamboo shoots after rain, and Fimaro Mosdrin wanted to stay seated, but was pulled up by the quick-eyed and quick-handed Erevan Irahil.

In an instant, all the gods stood up.

Only the last god is left out of the situation.

He had not participated in the discussion at all from the beginning, but had been adjusting his magic power in the air and muttering to himself.

"...How can we prevent Feisheng from passing through the maze?"

He is Mythrien Serret, Lord of the Myths.

After the gazes of his brothers and sisters pierced him like countless sharp arrows, he stood up with a bewildered look on his face. "What happened?"