Free Web NovelAbove the Elven Royal Court, colors shimmered and flowed, like a dreamscape made real.
The banquet was in full swing. After the mysterious head of the 【Ba】 Clan finished her opening address, the Elven Queen and the elven elders took turns stepping onto the stage, walking along the red carpet and, under the witness of moonlight, carrying out the ceremony of royal succession.
“Wasn’t the handover supposed to be tomorrow...?”
Aislin, seated beside Vieya, looked completely stunned. When the Elven Queen and the elders called out her name and summoned her to the stage, she was so startled she nearly fell under the table.
‘No—wait, is this right? Fellow-fanfiction.net, the place where dreams begin and dreams come true... Why didn’t Mother tell me the ceremony was happening tonight...?’
“They’re all calling you!”
Vieya said as she stuffed food into her mouth, elbowing Aislin to snap her out of it.
“Everyone’s looking over here. Don’t space out.”
“I’m not spacing out.”
Aislin said softly as she stood up, meeting the gazes of countless elves and locking eyes with the elders on the stage.
After a moment of thought, she still walked toward the conferment ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) platform.
‘Did Mother and the others change the schedule at the last minute?’
Aislin was puzzled, but when she met the Elven Queen’s encouraging gaze, she steadied herself and continued forward with firm steps.
Until she stepped onto the final stair of the conferment platform.
In that instant, the entire hall fell silent—so quiet one could hear a pin drop. Only the rustling sound of wind brushing past the eaves outside the hall remained.
All eyes gathered on the conferment platform, on the youngest heir to the throne in history.
Looking at her daughter, whose eyes were full of confusion, the Elven Queen smiled faintly and spoke in a gentle voice, ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
“Do not be uneasy, my beloved daughter, Aislin Iluvita Moon. Congratulations on finally reaching this step. I am deeply gratified. Thus tonight, under the guidance of the Moon Goddess and the witness of countless elves, I shall entrust the future of the elven race to you.”
“Aislin, are you... willing to bear the crown of the Elven Queen?”
......
Below the stage.
Vieya silently watched as Aislin, surrounded by many elders, had the crown personally placed upon her head by the Elven Queen.
At that moment, the other elves erupted into cheers. The sound rose and fell like waves, echoing beneath the vast dome of the hall.
The slime girl crunched on fruit, her mood relaxed. Things had finally reached this point. Aislin’s family had taken the perfect route.
“Mom, does this mean Sister Aislin has become the Queen?” Jasmine asked softly.
In her beautiful heterochromatic eyes, admiration was impossible to hide. It was as if she, too, was imagining that one day she might become a queen like Sister Aislin—standing amid the crowd’s support and recognition.
So cool...
Jasmine’s eyes sparkled.
“Yes. From tonight onward, your Sister Aislin will be addressed as Her Majesty the Queen,” Vieya said as she peeled a tangerine and fed the segments to her daughter. “Little Jasmine, once the magic academy starts, we won’t have time to come play here anymore.”
“Huh?” Jasmine chewed on the sweet-and-sour tangerine segment and blinked. “But Mom, aren’t you the headmaster? Then you should be able to make the academy take a holiday, right?”
“You’re overthinking it. Something like holidays isn’t something a mere little headmaster like me can decide. It needs approval from the Royal Capital’s main academy,” Vieya said. “Besides, don’t even think about just playing around. Your teacher Anna told me a long time ago that she wants you to firmly establish yourself as an intermediate mage this year, then charge straight toward becoming an advanced mage.”
‘What a buzzkill of a mom. It’s clearly a happy vacation, and you still have to talk about this.’
Jasmine pursed her lips and said gloomily, “I’ll try my best, Mom.”
“Don’t be unhappy, Little Jasmine. As long as you become an advanced mage, you can make one request of Mom,” Vieya chuckled. “When that time comes, no matter what you want, Mom can buy it for you.”
This wasn’t empty talk. The slime girl genuinely felt that she was quite formidable now—so formidable that even plucking stars from the sky for her daughter might not be impossible.
“Really...” Jasmine’s interest was clearly low, because she knew that what she truly wanted was something her mom would never agree to.
So promises like this might fool other kids, but they couldn’t fool her.
‘Sigh... life is hard. Jasmine sighs.’
“What, is there really nothing you want?” Vieya frowned, puzzled. “When I was your age, I wasn’t nearly as detached from worldly desires as you.”
It wasn’t detachment. Jasmine spread her hands helplessly.
‘It’s just that if I actually make a wish, Mom will get mad.’ She could almost imagine it: if she said her wish was for Mom to take off all her clothes and hold her while sleeping, the very next second Mom would whip her with a belt.
There was even a risk of being kicked out of the house.
That was what being a daughter was like—sometimes very useful, sometimes not useful at all. But all in all, the benefits still outweighed the downsides.
Thinking this, Jasmine slowly said, “Actually, most of my wishes have already been fulfilled by Mom. Having a mom who likes me, loves me, and keeps me in her heart... a life like this... I’m already very satisfied.”
“But if Mom really wants to use wishes to motivate me, I do still have some small wishes. Like... spending more time with me...”
“That’s easy.”
Vieya agreed readily, her attention returning to the stage.
The handover ceremony was nearing its end. Aislin was forcing herself to give a speech, stringing together phrases she had picked up during her travels, trying to stall for time.
But as she spoke, genuine emotion crept in despite herself, and she made a solemn, heartfelt promise that she would be a worthy Elven Queen.
The whole process had its ups and downs, and the elven elders couldn’t help but break out in a sweat for Aislin.
Vieya, however, couldn’t help finding it amusing. Aislin had clearly been overly nervous at first, though she quickly adjusted herself into perfect form afterward... Heh. If only she’d known earlier, she would have helped her do some desensitization training in advance.
As for how to give speeches in front of the masses, the slime girl—former Chief Hero—was a professional.
In the blink of an eye, it was already very late.
The elves began to leave, yet tonight’s sky remained brilliant.
Aislin came down from the stage and let out a long breath. The impromptu performance had left her both excited and anxious.
Now that everything had concluded smoothly, that anxiety and excitement transformed into a sense of fulfillment.
After the handover ceremony ended, Aislin immediately went to find Vieya, intending to share her feelings from just now with her good friend.
But the Elven Queen—who had already removed her crown—came over instead. She merely gave the slime girl a look, and the slime immediately trotted over obediently.
Aislin reached out to stop her.
But Vieya had already dashed several meters away.
“......” Aislin and Jasmine fell silent where they stood.
Suddenly—
Vieya halted with a sharp stop, as if remembering something. She hurriedly turned back toward Aislin, pressed her palms together in a pleading gesture, and said,
“I still have a few other things to deal with tonight, so please help send Jasmine back to her room! Thanks! Really, thank you!”
Before the words had even finished—
Vieya turned again and hurried off with the Elven Queen, disappearing from Aislin and Jasmine’s sight.
Watching the direction her mother vanished, Jasmine suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to cry.
“Mom... wuu.”
