Son of the Hero King

Chapter 679: Elders?

Later that night after Satella managed to calm down the crowd of elves that seemed ready to charge at Sol at all cost, she ushered him alongside his companions in a highly secured place while making sure to order all the elves to not approach the place no matter what.

Knowing that her warning alone would never be enough, she added that anyone who was caught trespassing would be forbidden from ever approaching Sol again. As nonsensical as the punishment was, it seemed to work wonders, leaving few elves who were bold enough to truly try.

With all this madness, the only one Satella could believe in was Siegfried. After all, though he also had much respect and even worship for the dragons, he

As such she left the important duty of taking care of Sol to him while she dragged Jasmine and ordered a meeting of the highest order with the other elders.

The goal of this meeting was to calculate all the damage incurred during the fight between the two dragons and then decide how they would heal the forest. Finally, they would discuss Sol’s influence on the elves and its significance.

However, watching the meeting, Satella could only sigh in defeat.

Why has it come to this?

“Dear elders, I have one very important question. Do you believe a statue of the Dragon Emperor in his human form would be suitable? Or would his dragon form be favored?” One male elder asked.

“Hum... What a heavy question to start with. In my experience, a statue should show his most majestic form so shouldn’t we go with his dragon form?” Another elder wondered.

“You might be right. But remember that he was raised as a human. Maybe he might prefer his human form?” This time, it was an old woman who spoke. For elves who had such a long longevity, visible aging was very rare. She was someone Satella respected greatly but even this elder did not escape from the madness that wove through the blood and minds of the elves.

Murmurs filled the air as the elders continued to discuss for more than twenty minutes. During their debates, two factions were born— the human faction and the dragon faction. One argued that using the human form was the best choice while the other argued for the dragon form.

After thirty minutes, the mana in the air started to become thicker and voices started to rise.

After forty-five minutes two elders who were both 250 and 656 years old started rolling on the ground while exchanging punches.

After an hour some elders started unsheathing their daggers and readying their bows and arrows.

A bloodbath seemed inevitable.

But just when Satella had lost all hope.

“Silence!” An old man shouted, prompting the chaos to settle down and all eyes to focus on his wizened form.

A bald head, a hunched back, and a neatly trimmed white beard that nearly reached the ground. At first glance, anyone would say that he had a look befitting of a great sage and indeed, they would be right.

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One of the oldest elves alive and the religious leader of Tiamat’s believers. He once fought during the war between Chaos and Order and even enlisted himself in Tiamat’s army, fighting under her command.

In a way, his position in Southern Pride was even higher than that of Jasmine, the Supreme Daughter.

His name was forgotten with time and as such he was only known by his title.

“O magnificent. I can already see it, two imposing statues greeting all elves. The duality between man and beast. A power beyond comparison.”

“This might be one of the most important decisions we have taken in the last thousand years.”

Satella covered her face with her hands and seriously started considering if she was perhaps the only sane person in this place.

Sadly for her, this was only the start of her problems.

“Next on the agenda. The Alliance. Who will be chosen to bear the children of the Dragon Emperor and represent the elves?”

“Ahem. I happen to have a daughter. She is just 100 years old. Still, a young child, I believe she would be perfect for the job.”

“Old bastard, selling your daughter. My sister is 350. A woman who has just started exuding her charm. I believe only a mature woman would please the Emperor.”

One plump woman raised her hands, “Well. I may only be a few thousand years old but I believe someone in my position would be the perfect match for him.” Even one of the elders could not help but offer herself on a silver platter for the Dragon Emperor.

“Old spinster you are proposing yourself?

“What's wrong with that? I am still younger than Queen Kiyohime.” She argued and the others were speechless, unable to counter her argument.

In the end, they all settled on a few facts,

“We need someone young. Ideally, only a little above a thousand years.”

“We need someone powerful as well. A duke would not be able to bring a powerful heir. So, a King rank would be ideal.”

“The chosen one would also need to be in a sufficiently high position, high enough to represent all elves.”

“It would also be quite ideal if she had a good bloodline. An elf with dragon blood in her veins would have higher chances of bringing forth a powerful child into this world.”

“In this case...”

“She is the only solution...”

“Well...”

Satella, who had decided to ignore the farce that was happening before her, frowned when a lull filled the air. Lowering her hands, she observed the room, only to realize that all the elders were looking at her.

“What did I miss?” She asked, increasingly uneasy about the situation.

She had a feeling that she had just been sold out without her knowledge or approval.