Chương 237: Chapter 237: My Dear, I've Missed You
Daelin was momentarily taken aback but quickly dismissed his fleeting sense of disappointment. After all, elves weren't typically part of the Alliance, so Duke's statement wasn't completely off-base. Daelin nodded in agreement with Duke's reasoning.
"Very well! Your Majesties, gentlemen, we must be gracious and go welcome them," Lothar implied, urging others not to be petty.
With everyone in agreement, they began to ride their horses down the hill and through the village. Despite Antonidas being well into his sixties, his nimbleness in mounting his horse was impressive, unlike King Terenas who would require a series of steps and half a dozen attendants to get onto his horse.
As they arrived at the docks and dismounted, the first elven warship was just docking.
A lithe, statuesque figure gracefully leaped off the ship, her footsteps so light that they barely made a sound on the stone docks, like a wisp of cotton floating down. Her long golden hair reached her waist, reflecting the sunlight in a dazzling display.
Lothar and Duke could hear more than one person gasping at the sight of her, with Turalyon being the most captivated.
As everyone focused on her, they were struck speechless by her breathtaking beauty. Unlike most high elves who possessed delicate features and excessively pale skin, she was both elegant and well-toned. Her attire was a mix of forest green and oak brown, a contrast to the elaborate garments favored by high elven spellcasters.
She wore a white shirt beneath a chest-protecting light armor, short pants that exposed half of her thighs, a hooded emerald green cloak, and light brown gloves that covered her fingers and wrapped around her arms up to her elbows. Her knee-high boots offered protection up to her kneecaps.
A slender sword with an elven-styled white scabbard and green hilt hung at her left hip, while a small pouch and a communication horn rested on her right. A longbow and a quiver full of arrows were slung across her back, with the bowstring cutting diagonally across her chest, accentuating her proud and upright figure.
Whether it was Daelin, Llane, or Lothar, they were no strangers to beautiful women. In their time, it was almost shameful for a nobleman not to have a few lovers. Lothar, a widower, was particularly known for attracting attention with his dashing good looks.
Yet, among all the women they had encountered, very few could compare to this elf's beauty, and none could so perfectly combine elegance with athleticism.
Lothar could understand why even Turalyon, who had just completed his Paladin initiation and adhered to virtues like 'justice' and 'devotion,' was enchanted by her.
At that moment, the greatest tragedy occurred!
Turalyon, who had secretly harbored feelings for her, watched in dismay as she sighed, "My dear, I've missed you so much—" before launching herself at Duke, knocking him to the ground.
Her beautiful face nuzzled Duke's chest like an affectionate puppy. The intimate gesture made it clear that the elf and Duke shared a deep and profound love.
In that instant, Turalyon felt as though his cherished heart, guarded for over twenty years, had been shattered by Duke Markus, one of his superiors with an even greater and glorious record.
Although Turalyon knew that his unconfessed admiration was insignificant, he couldn't control his emotions. His lips quivered, as if trying to say something, but in the end, he remained silent.
Would he dare attempt to separate them based on his love at first sight?
No!
Absolutely not!
The code of the paladins firmly suppressed Turalyon's feelings, and soon, his rationality regained the upper hand.
Lothar gently patted Turalyon's shoulder, offering a silent consolation.
However, no one expected that the situation would suddenly take a miraculous turn at this moment.
"I apologize, beautiful lady, may I ask which Windrunner you are?" Duke raised his hands, palms to the ground, to show his innocence while staring at the seemingly interesting but ultimately empty sky, his body stiff and his face a poker face.
What did that mean?
Lothar and the other dignitaries were all baffled. Was Duke not in a romantic relationship with this beautiful elf? So, was this beautiful woman tackling Duke considered an attack?
What was going on?
Technically, the guards around them should have taken action, but no one dared to act recklessly.
The consequences would be deadly if they made a mistake!
At this very moment, the second elven warship began to dock beside the first one, and a green figure suddenly leaped from the ship when it was still five meters from the shore.
An indignant female voice rang out through the air!
"Sylvanas, what are you doing!?"
Upon hearing this voice, both the elven woman on top of Duke and the Duke himself shivered.
The elf woman, now known as Sylvanas, stuck out her tongue, gently pressed her left index finger on the ground, and, like a spring, jumped up to stand solemnly before the Alliance dignitaries as if nothing had happened.
Looking at her elegant and beautiful face, wearing a seemingly effortless smile, no one would think that she had just tackled the Alliance's vice-commander.
Lothar and the others were left speechless, feeling completely bewildered.
And it wasn't just them, Duke too was feeling a whirlwind of confusion, his entire back drenched in cold sweat.
That was a close call!
If he hadn't clearly remembered that his relationship with Alleria hadn't reached that point...
If he had just given in to his desires even a little...
Even with nine lives, he would be a dead cat by now.
Damn, that was the legendary Queen Sylvanas! The one before she became an undead!
Duke felt extremely disoriented, unable to describe what he was feeling. In general, all he could say was, seeing Queen Sylvanas was truly wonderful...
On the other side, Alleria, the …rightful owner, finally made her move, grabbing Sylvanas' pointy long ears in one swift motion.
"Sis! Don't—ouch! Ouch! Ouch! I know I was wrong, but could you not treat me like this in front of so many kings? It's so impolite!"
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