Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

"Fiona, you are too naive. In this matter, strength is not the focus. You all lack experience and won't be able to withstand him. Let me do it."

A widowed female elder, who had lost her husband, put an end to the competition.

Her face was full of determination and dedication, as if she had long been prepared to descend into hell.

Such a radiant character, in the ceremonial hall of the Sun Disc, further highlighted the pride and nobility belonging to the elves.

"Enough!"

It was the presiding Grand Elder Nazha who interrupted the others.

Nazha shook her head.

"You are all young and have a future. Such matters... let me handle them."

"Grand Elder..." The female elders began to speak, wanting to dissuade her.

But they were stopped by a gesture from Nazha.

"There's no need for further discussion. From the moment I submitted to the Demon King and surrendered the elf tribe to the demon race, I became a sinner for all eternity. Since that is the case, let me continue to bear it all."

"However..."

The only thing that Grand Elder Nazha still cared about deep down was Vielsia, the most proud princess of the elf tribe and the student she regarded as her own granddaughter.

After she submitted to the Demon King, such an ugly state would make her unable to face Vielsia anymore.

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They once thought of enduring and waiting to join forces with Vielsia from the inside and outside to break the demon race.

But now, after fully understanding the terror and strength of the demon race and having received such rapid development of their legacy, what Nazha hoped for instead was for Vielsia to return.

With Vielsia's talent, combined with the legacy here, perhaps the elf tribe could really produce another existence as powerful as the ninth-tier of the first Elven Queen.

But...

Other elves might submit.

But Grand Elder Nazha was certain that Vielsia would not. The steadfast quality of her own student, who seemed fragile but had a strong heart, would not be shaken by anything.

Having watched Vielsia grow up from a young age, no one understood Vielsia better than she did.

So...

"After I offer myself to the Demon King, I will negotiate with him for the opportunity for our elf tribe to venture out. At that time, you must hurry to find Vielsia. That child is too naive, too stubborn. With her character, even if the Demon King wants to capture her and bring her back, she would rather die than submit. Therefore, we must find Vielsia first."

"Only in this way, by persuading Vielsia ourselves, can we make that child accept all this. Then, we will quietly move Vielsia in, making sure to hide her princess identity well. We must not let the Demon King discover it. Any of us can be defiled, but that child cannot. We must protect her! We absolutely cannot let her fall into the hands of the Demon King!"

Nazha knew that the demon race, especially for elves like queens and princesses, was particularly interested.

Plundering those of high status was their instinct.

That's why Nazha was willing to sacrifice herself. As the Grand Elder, she was nominally the highest leader of the elves. By satisfying the Demon King herself, she could also provide cover for Vielsia.

Finally.

"These matters can only be handled by you. I am no longer worthy to be Vielsia's elder. If Vielsia asks, just blame everything on me. The sin of the traitor, let me bear it alone."

Hearing this, a figure outside the Sun Disc could no longer hold back.

...

Vielsia, who rushed into the council hall, saw her most familiar and closest Grand Elder Nazha sitting in the main seat, the grandmother who loved her like her own. Even at this moment, she was still considering Vielsia's well-being. Vielsia threw herself into Nazha's arms.

"Is that you, Vielsia!?"

At first, Nazha was taken aback, not immediately recognizing her. Unlike other elves, even if Vielsia hadn't taken off her cloak's hood, just by seeing the eyes of an elf, even if they had changed color, Nazha recognized her immediately.

"Vielsia, how are you here... Wait! Your hair!?"

If the red eyes weren't obvious before, then next, as Vielsia's hood fell off, revealing her waterfall-like silver hair, Nazha and the other elders were shocked.

Silver... silver hair?

The purer the bloodline of an elf, the more it should be golden, especially for a princess like Vielsia, but now...

"Demon King! What have you done to Vielsia!!"

Nazha, deeply concerned for her beloved granddaughter, immediately became furious. Of course, she also saw Reji, who had followed Vielsia into the hall. Her worst fears had come true; the Demon King had indeed acted against Vielsia.

"No, Grand Elder, it's not the teacher's fault, this was my own choice." Seeing how concerned her grandmother Nazha was, Vielsia was even more moved and quickly shook her head.

T... Teacher!!!!??

Is she referring to the Demon King?

Looking at Vielsia and then at Reji, Nazha seemed to finally understand something.

The Demon King must have brainwashed Vielsia using wicked demon.

My Vielsia had already been completely transformed.

With her heart filled with humiliation, Nazha could only endure all this, tears of apology welling up in her eyes as she hugged Vielsia tightly.

"It's good you're back... it's good as long as you are safe... safety is what matters."

At that moment, Nazha seemed to have aged many years.

Until...

"Grandmother Nazha, you're mistaken, it's not like that, actually, I, I..."

Vielsia clenched her teeth.

She still had to face what was coming.

Rather, listening to the elders' council earlier had somewhat relaxed Vielsia, giving her the courage to say the next line.

"Grand Elder, I... am now an apostle of the demon race."

Nazha: "."

Heh!?!?

"Yes, grandmother, everyone, you don't have to sacrifice anything anymore. I will take over grandmother's burden and support the entire tribe."

"As the Sixth Demon Apostle"

"I swear as the Flower Apostle!"

It might have been Vielsia's illusion.

But after her statement, besides the initial shock, it seemed that her grandmother Nazha suddenly looked radiant, as if the notion that "the granddaughter has made good" had made her appear many years younger.