Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

When Eltharion appeared, the sunset had already set in the sky. The remaining afterglow burned in the sky, dyeing the western clouds red, like a glow cast from molten gold, interweaving with the night sky, weaving into a magnificent sky.

The sky has not yet completely lost the color of the day, but tiny dots of starlight have quietly emerged, like gems inlaid in the distant sky, flickering slightly, illuminating the coming night.

In the courtyard, lanterns have been lit, and the faint light is floating, like stars falling on the earth when night falls. Crystal lanterns are hung on the eaves of the intricately carved corridors, casting mottled light and shadows through the thin metal carvings, reflecting on the bluish-white stone bricks, like an ethereal star map.

Farther away, towering silver lampposts stood, topped with Ulthuan's unique light stones, emitting a soft, ghostly blue glow that contrasted with the afterglow of dusk, making the entire courtyard both solemn and dignified, yet exuding a hint of dreamy beauty.

The wind passed slowly, bringing with it the fragrance of grass and trees and the salty and humid smell of the distant sea tide, mixed with the chill of the night. The cedar trees around the courtyard swayed gently in the breeze, and the branches and leaves were dotted with tiny light crystals, which were an ancient ritual tradition, symbolizing wisdom and glory. When the wind blew, the light crystals trembled slightly, shining with a pale golden brilliance, just like the morning dew that fell at dawn, quiet and mysterious.

In the center of the courtyard, an ancient fountain stood quietly. A silver-white statue stood in the center of the pool, holding a long sword and gazing at the distant sky. Clear spring water flowed down from the holy cup at the feet of the statue, hitting the stone surface inlaid with runes, splashing crystal water droplets, reflecting a faint colorful light under the reflection of the lights. The water surface rippled slightly, reflecting the gorgeous scene of the night and the lights blending together.

The long tables on both sides of the stone steps were filled with various delicacies, and the crystal cups were filled with clear nectar, and the aroma of fine wine filled the air. Each chair was carved with exquisite patterns and covered with soft silk cushions. Obviously, every detail was carefully arranged to welcome this grand ceremony.

Guests in the courtyard were chatting in twos and threes. The men were wearing well-cut robes, and the fabrics glowed faintly under the lights. The women's long skirts were as flowing as water, and every light step made the skirts ripple gracefully. The golden earrings and delicate hair accessories flickered slightly in the interweaving of light and shadow, adding a touch of gorgeous and elegant atmosphere to the whole scene.

Melodious music came from afar. The bard plucked the strings of his harp, playing an ancient and solemn melody. The singing was low and distant, like a whisper drifting in the night wind, telling the glory and history of Ulthuan for thousands of years, adding a touch of sacredness to the upcoming ceremony.

Eltharion stood at the entrance of the courtyard, his eyes slowly sweeping over everything in front of him. He adjusted his clothes and took a deep breath. The coolness of the night and the faint fragrance of flowers permeated his lungs, making him relax a little.

He knew that tonight was the night of his brother, Alagalon.

The reason why Tal Yvresse held a carnival was because the "Ascension Ceremony" of Aragalon would be held today. The Ascension Ceremony symbolized that the Asur had entered maturity and assumed more important responsibilities in the family. Asur usually held a celebration when he turned 50, and arranged marriages between families were usually announced on this occasion, and couples would exchange engagement rings.

But usually only the common people or ordinary nobles would hold it at the age of 50, while the high nobles... would postpone it and often hold it together after finding a suitable marriage partner.

Although the nobles of Asur are collectively called princes and princesses, they still have strict class divisions internally.

This part is roughly divided into two levels.

The tariour can be traced back to the time of Aenarion, whose ancestors once followed the first Phoenix King to fight in all directions. Such families often have a long history, a powerful magical heritage, or artifacts that symbolize glory.

Ordinary nobles (toriour), their families were either canonized by the Phoenix King or the Everqueen for their military exploits, or were awarded fiefs and titles for their outstanding contributions. Such rewards are extremely rare, and the birth of a new noble family often takes hundreds of years to occupy a place in the long river of history.

(As mentioned in Chapter 469, this conflicts with the new setting. Ordinary nobles are called Lord or Lady, but it has little impact)

Each noble family has a family sword that has been passed down from generation to generation since they were first granted a title. The family sword of the high nobility can be traced back to the time of Aenarion. This sword may be a powerful magical artifact, such as the Fang Sword worn by Eltharion; the sword of Cantras Moranin, the father of Aris White Moonlight; the Sun Sword of Malekith; the Scarlet Sword captured by Dacreus, etc.

Of course, the sword could be completely ordinary and it’s the symbolism that’s important.

The holder can wear it anywhere in Ulthuan as a symbol of status. If the family sword is lost, it will be a great shame for the family. It not only means the loss of the weapon, but also means the loss of honor, and even weakens the reputation of the entire family. The fall of many families often begins with the loss of the family sword.

There is no doubt that Issarion's family is of high nobility, so, just like the No. 2 bus parked on the eighth floor, it arrived later, because with the passage of time, there are fewer and fewer high nobles, and the coming-of-age ceremony is simple. The family has some financial resources and can do it when the time comes. What is difficult is finding a suitable marriage partner.

There is no saying in Asur that the promotion ceremony, engagement ceremony, and wedding ceremony are held separately. It has nothing to do with financial resources or collecting gifts. It is simply that there is no such custom. In Asur society, customs and traditions are very important. If you do this, it will not only be embarrassing, but it will also be discussed for years or even decades until a new nipple music appears.

The reason why Eltharion appeared so late was to return the Fanged Sword to his father. At such an important moment, the highly symbolic Fanged Sword must appear, which is also the reason why he returned this time.

As the night deepened, the lanterns in the courtyard became brighter and brighter, with golden and silver lights interlaced, like the Milky Way flowing under the night sky. The breeze blew, and the lights swayed gently, reflecting the elegant figures of the elves.

"Are you alone?"

Isharion's eyes narrowed slightly. He did not rush to speak, but first carefully looked at the girl standing in front of him.

The girl's green silk dress clung to her slender body, and the delicate circular patterns on the hem shimmered in the light of the lantern. Her long auburn hair was braided into an exquisite long braid, and a silver ribbon tied the ends of her hair tightly, making the hair sway gently as she swayed slightly. Her facial features were delicate, and her emerald eyes sparkled softly under the light. There was a bit of agility and curiosity between her eyebrows, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth revealed a bit of playfulness.

Her voice was clear and soft, with a certain irresistible appeal, like a breeze in the night blowing past his ears, making Eltharion want to listen more.

"Yes, one person." Eltharion came back to his senses and nodded.

"Why haven't I seen you before?" There was a gleam of curiosity in the girl's eyes.

The corners of Isharion's mouth twitched slightly, thinking that this was a really interesting question. He paused and smiled, imitating Daquus' usual playful tone.

"What a coincidence. I haven't seen you either."

The girl blinked and shook her head in slight confusion.

"Because I'm a Duruchi spy." Eltharion said seriously, his voice lowered a few degrees, even with a little nervousness, "I just came from Naggaroth, and I'm not familiar with this place yet. Beautiful lady, are you willing to help me?"

Before he finished speaking, the girl's expression suddenly changed.

But it was not fear, nor shock, but... laughter.

The corners of the girl's mouth rose uncontrollably, and then she couldn't help but wave her hand to cover her mouth, and laughed out loud with her shoulders shaking slightly. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, but the smile was still hidden in her eyes, and there was a hint of mischief in her voice, "Of course I can help you, I am willing to help you." She paused deliberately, and then added in a serious tone, "Can I call the guards? The guards here are more familiar with this place than I am."

Eltharion shrugged his shoulders and looked indifferent, as if to say, you can shout as much as you want, and see if they will catch me.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Caryl, Caryl Emerald." The girl's smile deepened. She stretched out her hand with ceremonial elegance and a bit of casualness.

Eltharion raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he did not show it. He put his left hand behind his back, took the hand handed to him by Caryl with his right hand, and lowered his head to gently kiss the back of her hand.

"Eltharion..."

He was just about to formally introduce himself, but the next moment, Kelly suddenly opened her eyes wide, with an unbelievable surprise in her tone, and interrupted him directly.

"You...you're back?"

"Yes, I'm back, back from Elsin Arwen." Isharion was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

As he spoke, he was also muttering in his heart, maybe, he really has the potential to be a spy? Half of what he said before was true, he really came from Naggaroth, not Elsin Alvin, but most people who heard this answer did not believe it, after all, who would have thought that he would go to Naggaroth and stay in Naggaroth for so long.

"Can you tell me the story over there? Also, may I ask a question?" Kelly tilted her head slightly, the curiosity in her eyes like dewdrops shining in the morning light, revealing a glimmer of exploration.

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"Of course." Eltharion nodded slightly and gave a polite smile.

"What took you so long to come back?"

"Although they are our cousins, we have to admit that they have some good points. I stayed there for so long just to learn these good points and to better dedicate them to the Kingdom of Ivryss, to the land under our feet, and to the people who are partying outside." Eltharion answered calmly, his tone natural, without a trace of hesitation.

It would be strange if he hesitated. He had thought of the relevant response before he emerged from Naggaroth. And what he said was true, but he cleverly avoided the specific details. The word "cousin" was vague and broad, and he did not specify which cousin this cousin was. After all, Duruchi was also Asur's cousin.

As for what those "good points" were, he did not even mention them. After all, some things do not need to be explained too clearly, and sometimes vague language can convince people more than clear answers.

This is what he learned from Dacus.

"The performance of those war dancers was great, no less impressive than that of the bards of Ulthuan, even though they share the same faith." Caryl said softly, with a hint of admiration in her tone, but soon her eyes lit up, as if she had suddenly thought of something, "Can you tell me about plants?"

"Of course, do you want to hear about the pearl-leaved orchid Torunlan? Or the fragrant moon rose?" Isharion raised his eyebrows slightly, with a bit of confidence in his tone.

He was not just making it up, he really had something to say. After all, he had spent some time in Athel Loren and Lauren Loren, and had seen those strange plants growing in the magic forest. Although it had been a long time, his memory was not that bad. He still remembered those vibrant branches and leaves, the flowers blooming in the dim light at night, and the delicate fragrance floating in the air.

Kelly's eyes lit up. As a life mage, she was full of interest in these distant plants. She tilted her head slightly, thinking seriously, and after a moment, she spoke in a brisk tone.

"The pearl-leaved orchid, Torun orchid, sounds like a romantic story, and the moon rose... I think it must have an intoxicating fragrance."

"The pearl-leaved orchid of the Torun family grows in deep, dense forests. Its leaves are slender, with fine silver spots on the edges. At night, it absorbs moonlight, causing the magic flowing in its veins to flicker slightly, like stars in the night sky. Its flowers only bloom on certain nights. The petals are like delicate silk, pure white as snow, and the center of the flower glows slightly with a blue glow. Legend has it that this flower carries an ancient blessing. Anyone who can see it on the night it blooms will be blessed by fate, and I... was lucky enough to see it."

Caryl listened attentively, her eyes focused and curious, and when Eltharion finished his story, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"That sounds like the miracle flower the bards talked about... What about the moon rose?"

"The Moon Rose, also known as the Silver Flower, only blooms on moonlit nights. During the day, its petals will close, looking like a quiet silver dewdrop, and even reflecting the sunlight, making people mistakenly think it is a gem embedded in the branches and leaves." Eltharion looked at the gently swaying lights in the courtyard and said slowly.

"But at night..." He lowered his voice a little, as if telling an ancient secret, "It will bloom quietly, and the petals will emit a faint white light, like a tiny ball of moonlight, gently floating in the air. The fragrance of the flower is not the strong type, but it is refreshing and cold. If you smell it for a long time, it will make you feel the breeze in the forest at night."

"It sounds so beautiful." Kelly exclaimed softly, with a hint of longing in her eyes.

"It is indeed beautiful." Eltharion chuckled, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Deep in Lauren Loren, there is a forest called the 'Moon Shadow Garden', which is almost entirely covered with these flowers. Every night, the entire forest is shrouded in a silvery-white glow, looking like a sea of ​​sleeping stars."

"Does it have any special uses?" Kelly asked curiously.

"Of course, it is not just an ornamental plant. Its petals can be used to brew a kind of dream wine. After drinking that kind of wine, people will have a peaceful and dreamless sleep. Even if you have experienced the bloodiest battle the day before, you can still have a worry-free night."

"It sounds like it suits you very well." Kelly's eyes widened slightly. She didn't expect the flower to have such an effect. Then she chuckled with a hint of teasing in her tone.

"You're right, I should indeed bring some back." Eltharion shrugged and his smile deepened.

The two people who had just met talked slowly, from the moon rose to other exotic plants, talking about the miracles growing in the magic forest. As the night deepened, the lanterns in the courtyard flickered with warm light, and their voices flowed gently in the breeze, like a clear stream, slowly shuttling through the night.

Until the time came, when Eltharion could no longer chat here and had to do something. Before parting, Caryl invited Eltharion to visit her palace when he had time. There were many strange plants there, and she hoped to appreciate them with Eltharion.

"Mother."

When Caril left, Eltharion's mother appeared before him.

"My child." (End of this chapter)