Shepherd Wizard-Chapter 175.2

Translator: Pai_

As Turan continued inspecting the White Elves' hideout, he soon realized there was little to gain and clicked his tongue in disappointment.

He had hoped to perhaps find some ancient tomes of other races, but every single book here had been written by humans.

He did manage to find a few that resembled diaries, perhaps reading those might provide some useful information.

Since it was a bit awkward to open the Jewel Box and interact with the spirit inside while alone, he first decided to evacuate the White Elves from the hideout and relocate them.

“We’re going outside?”

“Yes.”

“But... there will be humans out there......”

Afraid they would be caught and roasted by wicked humans, the White Elves wore terrified expressions.

It was truly laughable.

Their ancestors were the ones who used to roast humans in ancient times.

Still, since Turan held the upper hand, they eventually followed him up to the surface, passing through the various barriers and defense mechanisms he had deactivated upon descending.

As he had started the assault in the deep night and several hours had passed, the morning sunlight was beginning to rise.

“Oh.”

“So that’s the sun......?”

It seemed they had spent their entire lives in that underground hideout, not allowing even the slightest risk. The White Elves looked at the sunlight with enchanted expressions.

Turan rummaged through his large-capacity pouch and tossed them several hoods and masks for disguise.

“Everyone, wear these.”

“Indeed, with these we will look like humans.”

"But is it really right to follow what that human says?"

“Shh, it's the princess’s command. Besides, we have no way to resist with our own strength. Let's obey for now.”

Once he confirmed the White Elves had covered their faces with the hoods and masks, Turan summoned Bije and enlarged her size.

Seeing a Golden Eagle suddenly appear out of nowhere and then grow massively, they were once again terrified. Soon after, they trembled as they climbed onto Bije’s back and flew through the sky.

“I-I’m flying, I’m really flying......”

“If we fall from here, we’ll die, right?”

For those who had lived their whole lives below ground, rising several hundred meters into the sky was a surreal experience.

Carrying the trembling passengers took more than twice the time of the trip there.

Her larger size allowed Bije to carry more people, but it also slowed her speed.

By the time they arrived at the capital of Ruvan, Slon, the morning sunlight was illuminating the city beyond the black outer walls.

“What’s that Golden Eagle? It looks huge......”

“It’s a magical beast! Call the knights!”

“Why aren’t there any patrols on the streets!?”

The citizens were first shocked by the sudden appearance of a magical beast, and then again when the Ruvan knights failed to respond to it.

Naturally, those living close to the Ruvan main house knew the situation, but those in the outer areas hadn’t heard anything about last night’s commotion.

Ignoring the agitated citizens, Turan returned to the residence of the House Ruvan head and found Solif, who was busy issuing all sorts of orders.

“I’m back.”

“You’re a bit late. But who’s behind you?”

“White Elves.”

“Ah, I see. Wait, what? Did I hear that right?”

Solif looked dumbfounded at Turan’s casual answer, nodding for just a second before his face turned incredulous.

“And there’s also a soul manipulator among them.”

“No way. Weren’t they extinct ages ago? What the hell is-”

“They were living in an underground cave. I’ll explain in detail later, so just look after them for now.”

“You’re heading out again right away?”

“Of course.”

As much as he wanted to take the time to interrogate the White Elves and the Ruvan half-elves one by one and dig into the full story, paving the way back to Kalamaf was more urgent.

Besides, most of it could be dealt with during the journey.

“Just detain them similarly to Armania, but with more restrictions on their freedom. I’m sure there’s at least an underground prison somewhere here.”

Having given Solif some quick advice, Turan then went off to find Armania.

That guy, as if the hustle and bustle of the wizards from Parsha and Varaha was none of his concern, had occupied one of the luxurious mansions of the House Ruvan and was enjoying a delicious breakfast prepared by chefs.

“You’re living the high life, aren’t you.......”

“Well, nothing tastes better than what you folks eat, so I can’t help it.”

“I mean, it’s certainly better than what the mermaids eat. Anyway, let’s head back. You’ve got the Jade Mirror, right?”

“Of course!”

At Turan’s question, Armania immediately pulled out the mirror, which had been minimized in size, from his robes.

It was the one dismantled from the capital of Varaha, while the other side remained installed in the forest east of Slon City.

Now Turan would return to Kalamaf and set this one up, then travel back through the mirror and reinstall the one near Slon City back to Helio, the capital of Varaha, thereby restoring things to their original state.

Of course, doing so meant the troops currently stationed here would all have to return on foot...

Well, since they had attacked easily, it wouldn’t hurt to struggle a bit on the way back.

“By the way, who’s that behind you?”

“Your friend.”

The White Elf princess, whose name he didn’t even know, was cautiously eyeing Armania, who, like her, was wearing a suspicious mask.

Sitting across from him, she filled her stomach by sharing in the feast Armania had people prepare. After the meal, Turan flew southwest accompanied by a White Elf and a mermaid.

It wasn’t difficult for three people to ride on Bije’s back, who had been enlarged to a moderate size.

“Ugh, I’m stuffed.”

“Want to swim once we reach the North Sea? It’ll help with digestion.”

“Don’t say such terrifying things. I’m scared I might run into Father.”

While casually chatting with Armania and lightening the mood, Turan turned his gaze to the White Elf princess quietly seated beside him.

She was still curled up, wearing the hood and mask Turan had given her.

“You can take off the mask now.”

“......What about him?”

“He’s a mermaid. A mermaid prince. Speaking of which, Armania, what kind of relationship do you mermaids have with the White Elves?”

At Turan’s question, Armania tilted his head in confusion and replied.

“White Elves? What’s that?”

“Aha.”

So they had little to no connection, enough that he didn’t even know what they were.

Perhaps because it was believed they had gone extinct long ago.

Surprised by Armania’s response, the White Elf princess slowly removed her mask.

“Oh...... you’re so white! Almost abnormally so!”

“Well, from my perspective, you’re abnormally blue, so I guess that makes us similar. What’s your name?”

“Yukvalenia.”

For some reason, all the White Elves had long names that were hard to remember.

Now that he thought about it, even Reshion’s White Elf-style name had been quite long, maybe they had a culture of using long names?

Or perhaps, being a soul manipulator meant she was of relatively high status, hence the elaborate name.

“I’ll just call you Nia because it’s a hassle. Anyway, I’ve got a lot of questions for you......”

“Wait. Before that, show me our ancestors. You clearly said you could show me their faces.”

Nia glared firmly at Turan and made her demand.

Would it be better to threaten her again, perhaps by saying he would kill one of the commoner White Elves left with Solif?

After a brief consideration, Turan decided it would be better to fulfill this level of request.

After all, threatening and persuading someone was much like fishing, it was important to reel them in and let them go at the right moments.

Though he wasn’t exactly a skilled fisherman.

“Hold on a moment. Armania?”

“Hmm?”

“If her eyes suddenly light up in a weird way, attack her immediately. Just drop her right here.”

After preparing a contingency plan for when the spirit form left the body, Turan entered the Jewel Box and pulled out one of the half-elves he had sealed.

It was the leader of the half-elves, the one the others had called prince, who had taken over the body of Calais.

Like most soul wizards, perhaps she could sense it even without directly manifesting her spirit form. Seeing Turan’s spirit emerge from the Jewel Box and the spirit of the half-elf in his grasp, Nia cried out.

“Ancestor......!” 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

[Yes, it’s your ancestor.]

As Turan and Nia exchanged words, the half-elf prince, who had been abruptly dragged out, looked around and sighed.

A sigh so deep, one could clearly feel the despair it contained.

[At last...... our bloodline has come to an end. Bartelessina, is this what you wanted? To preserve this lowly soul for a little longer?]

Turan only observed him quietly for a moment, watching as he muttered in a theatrical tone, like an actor playing a tragic role, then gave him a firm jab in the side.

The half-elf, wallowing in despair like the protagonist of a tragedy, groaned.

[Stop the nonsense and answer. The Varaha guys didn't act like this, so why are you so desperate to pretend to be White Elves?]

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