Free Web NovelIf she’d known it would end up like this, Vieya should have activated the Tiger’s Strength before getting on the griffin, to keep herself from getting motion sickness.
Seriously.
Have I lived all these decades for nothing? How is some freshly weaned elven brat better at resisting dizziness than me?
Thinking back to her days as a Hero—when, aside from lifespan, her body’s resistances and stats were all maxed ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ out—Vieya let out a sigh.
She slowly sat up on the bed and met her daughter’s worried gaze.
“Jasmine... where are we?”
Vieya lifted her eyes and looked around. It was a room with a strong fairytale vibe. Golden wind chimes hung by the window, sunlight poured in generously, and fell on strange green plants neatly arranged along the wall.
“Mom, you finally woke up... This is the elven recuperation house. Sister Aislin said it’s basically the same as a human infirmary.”
Jasmine stayed by the bedside, her expression complicated as she continued, “Sister Aislin also said that the little griffin has mild cleanliness issues, so after getting puked all over, it kind of... snapped, and fell into the forest.”
“Uh...” Vieya felt extremely awkward. “Then how’s Elliti? I remember she fell down too.”
“Elliti was cushioned by the griffin, so she’s fine.” Jasmine said, her tone a little strange. “But she got dragged out by the angry Sister Aislin for a lecture. She caused Mom to get hurt, so she’s probably going to get her butt spanked.”
“That bad?” Vieya froze.
“If it were me, I’d spank her.” Jasmine muttered softly.
The mother and daughter had only talked halfway—
When Aislin came in, leading Elliti, who had her head hanging low.
On the surface, this little sister of hers was a well-behaved child. In reality... she was also a well-behaved child—smart, quick to learn anything. But under the influence of her aberrant bloodline, there were times when she was downright unhinged.
When practicing elven magic, she always cranked the output straight to maximum, causing unnecessary destruction. When playing with other elves her age, if she got provoked and started bristling and hissing, she wouldn’t know her limits—she’d strike with the intent to kill on the spot.
Several times, she’d beaten other elves of the same age black and blue, scaring them into bawling their eyes out. Now, no elf her age dared to play with her anymore...
But with things like this, Elliti’s parents couldn’t handle it, and Aislin and the others had no real solution either. They could only try to guide her as best they could... because it was something none of them wanted, yet none of them could stop.
Unless they locked Elliti at home and forbade her from going out.
But that was impossible. The elders of the Elven Royal Court wouldn’t agree. The current Elven Queen wouldn’t agree. Even deep down, Elliti herself would resist and protest...
So in the end, all they could do was make sure an adult elf was always watching her.
And when Aislin returned from her travels and saw that after several years, her already withdrawn and depressed little sister had become even more depressed, she took the initiative to assume responsibility for watching over her.
“S-sorry...” Elliti hid behind Aislin, looking at Vieya on the bed as she apologized softly, her eyes filled with unease and anxiety.
As the rider, she was undoubtedly the primary party responsible for this accident. At the time, she had only thought that doing this with a new friend would be fun. She hadn’t thought much beyond that... and she certainly hadn’t considered the possibility that the new friend might get motion sickness.
She’d only cared about indulging her own impulses.
Seeing that the new friend didn’t respond, Elliti bit her lip and said again, “Sister Vieya, I’m sorry...” ƒгeewebnovёl.com
Vieya looked at Elliti and smiled. “Come here and let me touch your ears, and I’ll forgive you.”
“Eh?” Elliti froze, the tips of her ears heating up involuntarily.
Aislin reminded her helplessly, “You can’t just touch an elven girl’s ears. We know you’re unfamiliar with our customs, so it’s fine in your case. But if it were other elves who didn’t know you, and you said you wanted to take them home and touch their ears... they’d probably beat you up as a pervert.”
“......” Vieya swallowed. She was just a slime who liked cute things—how was she supposed to know the customs were this complicated?
Touching ears gets you beaten up?
Seeing how quickly Vieya was recovering, Aislin steered the conversation back on track.
“Later, a few elders from the Royal Court want to meet you. Do you want to go? If you don’t, I can help you refuse.”
“Elders?” Vieya perked up.
“Mm.” Aislin nodded, found an empty spot by the bed, and sat down, speaking seriously. “If you go, the Elven Queen will probably want to see you too. There are pros and cons to this. The procedures and etiquette are troublesome, but at least anything you want to ask—you should be able to get answers from them.”
“What’s bad about this? This is amazing!”
Vieya suddenly became excited, instantly tossing aside the earlier mishap. She rolled off the bed in one motion, her eyes sparkling.
“When do we go? Where is it? What procedures and etiquette do I need to prepare? Do I need to bring gifts?”
Aislin’s mouth twitched.
It was hard for her to imagine that this old friend—lazy, averse to rules, and disliking excessive constraints—would be so delighted and proactive upon hearing about an elders’ summons, something Aislin herself found extremely troublesome.
Like someone dying of thirst in the desert, suddenly seeing an oasis.
Excited—unable to contain it.
