Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 269 - 72: Unveiling the Grandmother

Fran asked Adrian to calm the panicked followers and took Hill back to the top floor.

As Hill passed by Boen, he casually tossed him a shell.

He just realized this time that there might be areas near the Royal Palace where storage rings couldn’t be used, and the Alchemy Academy was on the side of the Royal School closest to the palace. It would be more convenient for Boen to use the shell when attending classes in the future.

He had originally thought that only the inside of the Royal Palace shielded storage rings!

Although shells were convenient, very few people could get them.

Even Hill, who used to be wealthy, didn’t have one.

Moreover, these shells were filled with moisture, making it impossible to take out items like alchemical bombs. Everything had to be stored sealed, and using them required an unsealing process.

So even if the shells could be used within the Royal Palace, there wouldn’t be any danger.

Hill smiled at Boen, who wanted to say something, bid farewell, and followed Fran’s footsteps.

Fran led Hill directly to his study.

"His Majesty the King seems to be paying more attention to you?" Fran sat down and looked at Hill.

"That day, when I went out to find the branch president, I suddenly learned to accelerate," Hill replied quietly.

Fran nodded, "I have become a legend, so there’s no need to worry too much. And besides, His Majesty the King isn’t someone who talks a lot."

They could both be sure that as long as William stayed in Kexlote, there would be no secrets in the city he couldn’t uncover.

But for William, Hill, who had completed the laws of the Wind Element, was no longer just a small magister and an appendage of Alchemist Master Fran.

His importance had slightly elevated, enough to be compared with a legend.

After all, Hill could become a legend anytime he wished.

"Your grandmother," Fran said, gazing out the window, "was a Moon Elf Princess with royal blood and a human child. Elves, with their long lives, often chase after romantic love.

They loved passionately and fervently.

But their attitude towards the short-lived races was to seek only a brief encounter, not daily companionship.

Only love between elves of equal lifespan could last longer.

After all, they didn’t want to remain youthful and beautiful while the one they loved grew old and gray.

Their relationships with humans were only full of passion. Once that impulsive period was over, they would voluntarily leave.

This was also a form of self-protection for elves, which led to this tradition.

You saw the Lord of the Moon Elves give birth to the Divine King’s child, and the Goddess of the Hunt wasn’t so angry.

After all, the Divine King didn’t only have this one child.

This is just the elf habit.

With such long lives, they’ve learned to find their own amusements.

Elves don’t have contraception, and each child is considered a natural gift to them.

Don’t believe those stories that claim half-elves are everywhere. They’re nonsense.

Elves have a hard time reproducing, and children born with someone of another race are even rarer.

For half-elves, they wish there were more of them since minorities often have no voice,

especially those claimed to be under protection, which is an insult to those with high self-esteem.

In the past ten thousand years, half-elves have even been more likely to become druids.

Now, of course, everyone knows why.

Except for the high-ranking elves, the common people are kept in the dark.

Imagine that to them, half-elves seem to rely on them for survival, yet they find it easier to become precious druids. Human nature is never satisfied; it’s natural for half-elves to be envied and ostracized.

Your grandmother held a relatively high status, as her mother was a Moon Elf Princess. However, those who ostracized her held even higher ranks.

She was unhappy and wandered for years, and even after becoming a druid, no elves knew about it.

She simply used the identity of a nature mage doubling as a ranger.

In this way, she managed neither profession to its peak, so she wasn’t given much importance.

Unfortunately, after giving birth to Melanie, it seemed to have affected her greatly.

Despite her bloodline, she gave birth to a purely human child. This made her looked down upon in the Forest of the Elves, and she was derided as a waste with a low bloodline.

When she handed Melanie over to me, she said she could only choose to commit entirely to the Druid faction in the wild.

She loved crowds and playfulness, and wasn’t keen on entering the wilderness for a lonely life. Druids generally had quiet personalities, which would be hard for her.

But she was also a pragmatic person and could understand things clearly. Besides, once she came of age, her mother no longer protected her.

The Forest of the Elves was no longer her home; she had to leave.

Although I invited her to join me in the human world, for an elf, spending too long with the short-lived races was a form of cruelty.

At that time, I was just an archmage, only daring to hope for a promotion to magister.

Even if I became a magister and lived to be 800 years old, it would be quite long for a human but terribly short for an elf.

When she left, she said she hoped I would always remain the handsome Obstan in her heart.

I didn’t quite understand before, but now, seeing the elves today, I do.

Hill, most of those legendary elves today were Moon Elves, and one of them I had seen before.

It was still the same radiant, youthful, and beautiful face.

Whereas I had become a middle-aged man, a steady Master Fran."

Fran quietly watched the fireworks outside, resplendent and beautiful, like the life of humans.

No matter how beautifully they burned, they were fleeting.

Rational elves couldn’t completely give their love to humans.

No matter how much they loved, they’d calmly sever that love.

"Was it the one running away covered in muck or the one slaughtered and drenched in filth?" Hill interrupted Fran’s silence and melancholy.

Fran thought for a moment and couldn’t help but laugh, "She was standing right next to the dead one, and she wasn’t much cleaner. She must’ve been quite frightened. Death doesn’t scare them, but dying in such a filthy state would drive them mad. Moon Elves, born with a preference for silver and white, are somewhat clean freaks."

Seeing Fran return to his normal state, Hill stopped talking, needing to think for himself.

"I don’t know why, but although you only have one-quarter elf blood, it’s purer than most half-elves," Fran said, turning his head. "As the goddess said, except for your hair color and ear length, you’re no different from an elf."

"Although she said I resembled the Divine King slightly, I likely inherited more from the Moon Elves," Hill replied. "The Earth Bear’s inheritance in my body probably expelled the foreign elf blood." He swallowed back a sentence, that the Earth Bear’s inheritance seemed to have some issues.

Fran nodded, "Let’s keep that a secret! Let the elves think you have the elven royal’s inheritance."

He looked outside, smiling coldly, "The Goddess of the Hunt said so firmly that you resembled the Divine King slightly. Now, no elf would dare to lay a finger on you.

I believe she knows well that your Moon Elf blood is stronger.

Compared to those Moon Elves in the Forest of the Elves, who have lost their independent consciousness due to her, it’s you who might uphold the Moon Elf lineage.

She wanted to protect you and spoke that way deliberately.

From now on, even on the battlefield, elves would avoid you."

Hill slightly nodded, now understanding the goddess’s intent. After all, the Moon Elf’s Divine Fire still silently burned within his mental sea!

"You are too tired today," Fran told Hill. "How many potions did you drink? Your mental sea must be in chaos. Go rest well and get a good sleep. Don’t think too much."

Hill nodded, got up, said goodnight to his grandfather, and returned to his room.

His mental sea was indeed at its limit.

To protect the Forest Array, he had cast a large number of water spells in a short period.

The dwarven legend had also thrown many fire wall spells towards the forest during the battle.

Ella’s fire element defensive magic had barely held on.

Hill had no choice but to continuously cast water mist.

After Fran killed that legend, he didn’t use any more skills for half a day. Hill knew that this ultimate move was also difficult for a legend.

Fran wouldn’t risk a desperate fight against those legends. He would keep most of his strength ready to take Adrian and Hill and escape at any moment.

He wouldn’t place his hopes on Hill and couldn’t be sure William would win completely.

But Hill, as long as his life was secured, was willing to use all his strength.

Besides Fran, the Earth Elemental Lord returned to the Elemental Realm, ready to summon Hill back at any time.

Although Hill wasn’t yet a legend and couldn’t stay too long in the Elemental Realm.

The elemental rift in Hill’s Domain was connected directly to Korenden’s throne.

By then, Korenden could summon him, and Hill could directly go through the rift back to his domain.

He might face some risks passing through the rift, but with Christoval waiting on the other side, he wouldn’t lose his way. And it was far better than dying.

Hill sighed, his mental sea was very stable at this moment, after all, the divine fire burned quietly in the center!

It was like a Sea-Calming Divine Needle, purifying Hill’s spiritual power further.

Not knowing what to do with it, Hill decided not to merge with the divine fire.

He would just treat it as an auxiliary divine artifact.

Lying in bed, Hill thought again of the Goddess of the Hunt.

Why did she suddenly decide to completely dissipate?

She was planning to go to the Abyss, wasn’t she?

In that brief moment, what had she thought of?

Did she not want to completely separate from this world? After all, she had once been a Moon Elf deeply loved by the World Will!

Perhaps, in that moment of reflection, she saw herself entangled in too many conspiracies, and her first wrong step had completely changed her life.

Everything she pursued might have been a scam from the beginning, and she paid too much for it.

Such a naive Goddess of the Hunt couldn’t survive in a place like the Abyss.

Sometimes, belonging to the evil faction didn’t mean one understood conspiracies.

She probably didn’t want to live under the shadow of the Elf Goddess in the Abyss.