Chapter 159: The Elven Kingdom (II)
Guinevere snorted. "You call yourself an elder?" His hand raised up as he waved it across him in front of him in a horizontal motion. "Can't you feel it? Cathy has the same energy flow as the other two." His hand stopped momentarily in front of Phil and Stryd.
The others' eyes became wide as they were surprised at what they just learned. Most of them had an inkling of the strange energy flow this group gave out, but they were too focused on Cathy's energy flow and presumed it came all from her than the other two.
"He's right." One of the older names is Tri. His striking greenish silver hair differentiates from the rest of the group, which elves normally did not have. "The Orc and Phil seem to have it as well….though I don't remember Phil having such energy flow….since when?"
Phil spoke up. "It's been a while." He summoned his legendary sword in front of him, causing the room to glitter and flash as it appeared. It floated in the air and came downwards as it pierced into the ground. The elders were shocked when they saw Phil's sword.
"It's the legendary sword, Laurel….." Tri gasped. His mouth was half-opened in what he was seeing.
I couldn't help but crack a smile at Phil's extravagant display. Just to shut up these pompous elves made me feel that much better. The whole I-don't-believe-you was getting old fast, which seemed to be the fastest way to shut them up.
Stryd and even Cathy followed after; they both summoned their legendary weapon, causing even more ruckus from the elder as they were utterly awed as the legendary weapons appeared one after the other without stopping. It was very rare to see one legendary weapon but to see three was unheard of.
"How?" Iaewinth replied. She stuttered in shock at what she was seeing and was having a difficult time believing. "This isn't possible."
"It's possible," Cathy smirked, enjoying the scene that they were creating. "Did you really think we were lying?"
"I-" Iaewinth wasn't sure what to say next, but she quickly diminished her shock and composed herself as if she wasn't anymore. Her eyes glistened, and her tone of voice went back to her usual tone. "So, what would three wielders present got to do with anything? It just means that your time could be wrong, and you are just its caretaker. There have been instances where the caretakers of the legendary weapons had appeared in different periods and didn't have a chance to use it against the legendary monsters of its time." She quickly replied.
I was appalled at her denial. It was strong in her. Bluntly stating that she didn't believe us was a slap to our face, especially when the legendary weapons chose their wielder and decided to come out by themselves. Not only that, every one of my companions saw it happening, so it wasn't a lie.
The other elders started to take in her words and slowly nodded. They all knew that they were instances when this happened in history, so they could see what she was talking about.
"She's right." One of the elders replied. "Such things have happened numerous times, which could explain the other two…..but three in one place…..I'm not so sure." He was the rare few that didn't seem to completely believe in her words.
Phil cut in, "We have another legendary weapon wielder as well. He and the beastkin hold the Weapon Pulse as we speak."
The word another made the other Elders stared in disbelief. To hear four legendary weapons running around which have found its handler doesn't happen too often.
"W-who?" Tri couldn't help but ask as he leaned forward as if Phil would whisper it into his ears if he came closer.
"Ginger and Don."
"Ginger?" Tri mumbled, then his eyes lit up. "The seer. So she has it now." The information seems to hit a light bulb as he seems to grasp the situation as a whole.
"Ginger? You don't mean that brat?" Iaewinth replied. "She's just a kid. What could she do?"
I sighed, getting really tired at this elf. The whole image of elves being kind and respectful was starting to diminish every time she talked. Something about her made me want to punch her in the face, which I wouldn't mind doing at all. From the looks of it, it seemed even Phil and Cathy wanted to do the same. They were both tensed, ready to smack the living daylights out of her if she kept on talking.
"That kid can hold her own against the Black Gryphon." Phil rolled his eyes. "Either way, we have enough proof here. The main issue is what we are going to do now. Having more than three out at one time will cause destruction to many lives and cities. If we don't get this under control, we will lose half the population as we speak."
A burst of commotion started with the elders as they went back and forth between whether it was true or not. It was evenly divided, and only Guinevere was the only one who didn't say anything but seemed to be thinking.
"Young mistress," Tart leaned over as he whispered in my ears. "Why are these fools so slow? Can't they see the gravity of this situation?"
I sighed, completely agreeing with him. This was just a waste of time, trying to persuade the idiots who didn't want to listen to reason. At any moment now, I was ready to leave and start heading out of here. There was just no point in staying here.
"Denial," I replied back. This was the truth. They all seem to not want to believe that three or more legendary monsters were out in the world roaming around. Honestly, if I think about it as an average person, it would sound like a mad fairy tale of the world scenario's end.
"They need a reality check." Tart giggled, a smirk appeared on his lips. "If you want a young mistress….I can...you know."
A glint of mischief rolled in his eyes, catching me unexpectedly. I was so tempted to say yes but stopped myself. Shaking my head, "No. We should just leave."
"Understood, young mistress." His tone of voice was saddened by the thought of not doing what he wanted, but then he went back to his chirpy attitude. "Whenever you give me the word, I'll do it."
"Oh, I know you will." The thought of Tart creating a small mess brought chuckles to my mind that I couldn't help but imagine what he would do. He's known for creating trouble, which usually gets a scolding from Coco.
"Tart." A sharp reply from Coco erupted from behind Tart.
Tart froze. He gulped, unwilling to turn around as he stayed silent.
"What did I tell you about causing trouble when we are outside in important meetings?"
Tart started to fidget; seeing a grown man being uncomfortable with Coco was funny. Coco just had that attitude that no man or woman could easily go against without a repercussion.
"Tart?" Coco's voice raised up an octave.
Tart straightened up. He nodded his head furiously. "Yes, Coco. I'll be good." He quickly replied.
"Good," Coco replied, satisfied.
I was starting to shift and get up, ready to leave this annoying place. Staying here any longer hearing their dispute wasn't something I wanted to do. It was getting old fast.
Just as when Coco finished speaking, Guinevere spoke, cutting through the noise. "Who else was there?"
The others suddenly became silent, wondering what Guinevere was trying to bring up.
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