Text Game: It All Began when a Cat-eared Girl Took Me In-Chapter 634 - 341: Our ice cream is not stinky! The Despair of the Elf Emperor, the Messenger of Heart Disaster (5k) _2
Huoman laughed loudly, "Your Majesty, why are you so cowardly? Indeed, without the strength of the Mother Tree, you are just an ordinary Tier Five sublimated person, utterly incapable of bearing such an important burden. You are too young!"
Vyriam smiled and said, "Being young is actually quite good, but youth is precisely your greatest shortcoming, Your Majesty. You should voluntarily relinquish your duties as the Elf Emperor. Us old folks will spread the Glory of the Mother Tree throughout the entire Emerald Forest and beyond the Confused Mountain Range to the east, restoring the ancient glory of our elves across the Pan Continent!"
Luo E shook his head with a wry smile, "Since Her Majesty assumed the throne, she has been diligent and dedicated. Her achievements are there for all to see. You should not speak so excessively. However, Your Majesty, the splendor of the Sylramir line does indeed need to come to an end. In your generation, only you and Princess Lisiti are left—two women, hmm... If we’re counting that Variant Elf born to Princess Lisiti as well, would that make three?"
"A Variant Elf counts?"
Vyriam sneered.
"That thing, which has tainted the noble bloodline of the initial elf race, should have been executed a long time ago. It’s outrageous that she’s still alive today. The previous Elf Emperor was also a short-sighted fool."
Kureya heard everything these Dukes were discussing, loud and clear.
No matter what they said, it wouldn’t affect her.
But she simply couldn’t tolerate these people speaking ill of her father.
A maid-dressed silver-haired elf girl standing beside Kureya said softly, "Your Majesty, they are trying to provoke you, please don’t fall for it."
"I know."
Kureya nodded, suppressing her anger.
This was Alicia, the big sister among the maid corps left to her by her father. Having deeply trusted by her father, Kureya had handed over many tasks to her after ascending the throne, even the training of Nanali and the rest had been overseen by her.
Kureya took a deep breath and looked back at the Black Knight soldiers still resting.
In such a battlefield, neither side would send low-tier forces to their deaths. Apart from the organized Black Knight soldiers, Transcendents below Tier Four were just cannon fodder here, the kind that could vanish instantly upon showing themselves.
This was also why Kureya immediately called her troops to garrison upon hearing of the Duke’s rebellion.
The two hundred men that remained, were indeed just in case.
After all, Ilisafia and Luo Xi could return at any time. Then those Black Knight soldiers could go and protect them, to prevent her dear sister from going mad.
In any event, two hundred men wouldn’t be able to influence the outcome of the battle here.
She just needed to keep a close watch on the opposing side’s high-end strength.
As for Tier Four... she really had no other choice and could only hope that Luo Xi and Ilisha would be luckier.
And Lisiti, who had yet to return.
She wondered if Lisiti had found Ilisafia.
Kureya looked down at the gray-green horn she was holding.
As the legitimate royal family among the elf clans, the Sylramir line naturally had some legendary items, such as the Black Knight Armor, and this horn.
This item was named—the Spirit Divine Horn.
The horn was already battered, probably having only one or two uses left. Kureya wanted to use it in the right place, not on such meaningless internal strife.
But if she really had no choice, then she would have to blow it.
"Your Majesty, I am willing to lead ten thousand Black Knight soldiers, risking my life, to execute the three great traitors."
"Your Majesty, I am also willing to do so, please issue the order."
Two commanders of the Black Knight Army came together and knelt on one knee before Kureya.
They could no longer bear those Dukes’ contemptuous words about the former monarch.
They had eaten the monarch’s grain, so they would show loyalty to the monarch.
Even knowing that the outcome would be death, they wished to defend the dignity of their sovereign.
"There’s no need."
Kureya shook her head.
How could she bear to let her capable officers die a senseless death?
Although the power borrowed by the ten thousand Black Knight soldiers was strong, the burden it placed on their bodies was too great. They were unable to withstand the strain of channeling and concentrating the strength of ten thousand men for very long, even though their own power reached the mid-level of Tier Five.
Why didn’t the commanders of the Black Knight Army live long?
That was the reason.
Most importantly, those Grand Dukes were not ordinary individuals.
With tens of thousands of years of accumulation, their foundation was no less than that of the Sylramirs. Plus, with the power of each successive Elf Emperor being reduced, if a few thousand more years passed by, the Sylramir line could indeed voluntarily abdicate.
Unfortunately, she could only occasionally unleash the portion of strength given to her by the Mother Tree.
The strength of Sixth-order, in a situation where no one could use the Mother Tree’s power to release Divine Skills, could dominate the city.
However, it seemed that the Grand Dukes had anticipated her every move, always producing precious Yuan Qi to counter her attacks.
The silver-haired elf maid said softly, "Your Majesty, I suspect there is something fishy about this Origin Disaster. I’ve had an uneasy feeling that many different forces are reaching towards our Emerald City. Yet, we can only foolishly wait to be ambushed."
"Alicia, I feel the same," replied Kureya.
Kureya raised her hand, letting the ineffective, cold light that had lost its power after being weakened by the Mother Tree’s Blessing fall upon it.
"If they only wanted to usurp the throne, I might even spare their lives afterward. But if they are in cahoots with those things outside, threatening the safety of Emerald City."
The eyes of this Elf Emperor flashed with an extremely cold glint.
"Then they must pay the most painful price!"
At that moment.
