Free Web NovelIt was obvious.
Ruoye was a lazy elf.
Vieya let out a faint sigh. Don’t be fooled by this elf’s seductive figure—young and brimming with vitality.
In truth, she was at least a three-thousand-year-old granny. Even among elves, that put her firmly in the heavyweight class.
But still...
The last time Vieya saw her, not only did she show no signs of senility in her speech or demeanor, she had been lively, enthusiastic, bursting with youthful energy.
Strange.
It had only been a few days—how had she suddenly become this slack?
Vieya walked around the counter and came over to Ruoye’s side. Just as she was about to ask again, she suddenly yawned, a wave of drowsiness crashing over her.
So sleepy. So very sleepy.
The slime girl’s once-bright eyes dimmed at once. Her entire body wilted, looking listless and drained.
All the thoughts piled up deep in her heart surged up to the high ground of her consciousness.
Didn’t want to brew medicine. Didn’t want to walk. Didn’t want to help Aislin with commissions. Didn’t want to raise her daughter...
In short—everything was such a hassle. She wanted to rest.
The very next second.
The idea of asking the elven physician to compound medicine was tossed aside. The plan to find Aislin to settle accounts and to boil medicine for her daughter was also discarded.
“Huh? What’s this? So white... let me touch it.”
The slime girl reached out and gave the elven physician’s snow-white thigh a squeeze. The texture was warm, soft, and smooth—like top-grade flowing silk—yet the other party merely glanced at her once before going back to studying the medical book in her hands.
If the medical book wasn’t upside down, that was.
After touching for a while, Vieya quickly lost interest. She turned around and left the healing house, even forgetting to take the backpack full of precious medicinal herbs she’d placed on the counter.
It wasn’t that she’d forgotten.
She just felt that carrying a backpack while walking was too much trouble.
Better to go back and sleep it off. Her daughter was still waiting...
On the streets, not a single shop had opened its doors. If it weren’t for the fact that the Star Dew Festival celebration had been held here just last night—and the colorful streamers hanging in front of every household hadn’t yet been taken down—it would almost make one think this was a forgotten city.
Halfway along the road, Vieya ran into Sul.
She was lying right in the middle of the street. Vieya didn’t detour—she stepped straight over her.
Whose speed bump did this fall off from?
I’ll step on it!
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Sul, whose stomach had just been stepped on, jolted awake and sat up, looking around in confusion. Where am I? Right, I was on my way to participate in the election... but why was I sitting on the ground?
Very quickly, though, she brushed these questions aside.
Sul looked at Vieya’s retreating back and suddenly froze.
Huh? Isn’t that Aislin’s assistant?
Why would she suddenly roll right over me—did something happen?
No, I should follow and take a look.
At this moment, the entire Elf Royal Court was steeped in a strange atmosphere.
Vieya, too, vaguely sensed that something was off. The elves along the road—every single one of them—was either sitting or lying down.
No business. No attention to the election. Not even eating.
Just lying flat.
Where’s the Elf Queen? Come out and save things already, hey!
Vieya returned to the door of the reception suite and swiped her card to enter. Seeing that the room was empty, she finally remembered that last night, her daughter had already been entrusted to the Elf Queen.
When she turned her head, Vieya saw the yellow-haired elf blocking her from behind—Sul.
At this moment, Sul’s expression was clearly a bit puzzled, utterly lacking the sharpness and wisdom she’d displayed upon their first meeting. As soon as she saw Vieya turn around, she immediately asked,
“Miss Vieya... have you felt anything strange?”
“Maybe that group of elves partied too late last night and still haven’t gotten up,” Vieya didn’t think it was a big deal.
Back when she was on vacation, she loved staying up until dawn, then sleeping straight through to the next afternoon. Everything was great—except it might have been a bit unhealthy...
Hearing this, the tight furrow in Sul’s brow relaxed, the folds in her brain instantly smoothed out, and her expression became bright and cheerful again.
“Then it seems I was overthinking it. My good sister, where are you planning to go have fun today? Want me to take you along?”
“I want to sleep.”
Vieya thought about it, then decided thinking was too much trouble and gave up. “But I forgot that last night Jasmine was entrusted to the Elf Queen, so now I’m hesitating—should I go find Aislin, or go find the Elf Queen?”
“Come with me. My home is very big.”
Sul patted her chest in assurance, no longer treating that faint sense of unease from earlier as anything important.
The Elf Royal Court was at its peak now, flourishing day by day. Even if everyone took a day off, nothing would go wrong.
At most, she’d just be bringing a small foreign guest back to her family’s home for a nap. Who knew—maybe after this, it could even cause a rift in the relationship between Vieya and Aislin!
Sul grinned, completely ignoring the warning Aislin had given her last time.
“Uh...”
Vieya was just about to agree when she suddenly paused. She noticed that the engraving on her chest was heating up again. Then she saw the Holy Sword, the dragon horn, the painting scroll, the pearl... all lying dormant within the Golden City inside her body. At this moment, some strange rhythm seemed to stir waves deep in her heart.
‘I think I have an ability called [Pegasus]? It’s an important brick for constructing an invincible foundation.’
...What did it do again?
The slime girl stared at the sky, abba abba, thinking for a while, then realized she couldn’t remember. If she couldn’t remember, that meant the ability probably wasn’t that useful. For now, she should just find a place to sleep.
Once she slept and woke up, everything would be fine.
“Oh my, sister—why are you drooling? Are you hungry?”
Sul pulled a pink handkerchief from her pocket and stepped forward to wipe the saliva from the corner of the slime girl’s mouth, speaking to herself as she did,
“Our family just happens to have some exclusive delicacies. I’ll bring them out for you to sample later—and help you lower your sugar levels.” freēwēbnovel.com
“...Are you insulting me?” Vieya looked up, emerald-like eyes reflecting the yellow-haired elf’s image.
“Haha, sister is too suspicious—seeing bad elves everywhere. That’s not good for bodily development.”
Sul laughed it off.
“No time to lose, sister. Let’s go!”
With that, the two of them left together, stepping out of the reception suite.
Whoosh!
A flock of white birds flapped their wings and flew away. The moment Vieya and Sul emerged onto the street, an elf blocked their path.
It was Aislin.
She didn’t say a word. Instead, she crossed the distance in just a few quick steps, stopping in front of them with a small white porcelain vial in each hand.
“Drink it.”
“...Huh?”
With a thought, Vieya took the two vials and poured them straight into her mouth. The slightly bitter liquid instantly seeped into her heart. Her muddled mind cleared at once, her eyes regaining their brightness.
“This is... ah... I’m better?”
Just as she was about to speak, Vieya recalled the brain-dead actions she’d taken earlier. Cold sweat poured out all over her body, and the joy on her face stiffened.
“There’s a problem in the Elf Royal Court. Her Majesty is still searching for the source,” Aislin explained, her voice slightly strange. “If you’re recovered, the other bottle can be given to Sul.”
“......”
Vieya nodded, then turned her head toward the yellow-haired elf who’d been clamoring to take her home to sleep.
The next moment, Sul—still abba abba—felt something shoved into her mouth, followed by bitter medicine pouring down her throat. The sensation made her gag.
Pop~
Vieya mercilessly pulled the bottle out, drawing out a strand of glistening saliva.
The very next second.
Sul’s expression changed violently. Her lips trembled, the look on her face indescribable.
“...What... did I just say?”
Seeing that both had returned to normal, Aislin let out a long breath.
The Elf Royal Court’s stockpile of potions was limited. They could only prioritize saving some of the more important individuals.
Yet this sudden upheaval—arriving without any warning or omen—had already caught the entire Elf Royal Court completely off guard.
The Star Dew Festival hadn’t even reached halfway through its schedule before it was urgently halted.
Vieya fell silent as well, because she hadn’t noticed when she herself had been affected.
Who would’ve thought...
That the ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ Elf Royal Court—considered a safe zone deep in the slime’s subconscious—would end up like this?!
