The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

"Moran, can Greta get Alamier to sign the {Dawn Society Invitation}?"

Vasita and Moran stood by the window of their room, gazing at the Golden Flower Hostel across the street.

“I don’t know,” Moran said, “but she is certainly our best option right now.”

“Let’s go next door for dinner tonight!” Vasita suggested. “Let’s check on Greta. It’s been so long since I’ve seen her. I wonder how she’s doing…”

"Hmm." Moran could only know Greta's location through the hidden hand in the {Dawn Academy Trial Card} in Greta's hand.

Based on how well she completed her mission, it can be inferred that she got along well with the other mages.

She would be working there, all because Moran had divined it using prophetic magic.

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Greta went to the bicycle shed to find Julian when no one was eating in the restaurant that afternoon.

"Why is the business at the hotel next door so bad?"

Actually, it's always been this bad, but the hotel owner is a genie who doesn't allow guests to eat meat in his hotel!

I recently heard that the elf is planning to sell the inn and leave Lance City, and supposedly he's demanding that the buyer not touch the trees and flowers in the courtyard.

"Although it hasn't sold yet, who knows when he might close the hotel? Naturally, guests won't want to stay there anymore," Julian said.

"That's strange. If he cherishes the trees and flowers in the yard so much, why would he leave Lance City?" Greta asked, looking puzzled.

"I heard the Elf Forest is in turmoil lately, locked in a fierce battle with the Kingdom of Elvis. Many of the mages staying at our inn are from Elvis! That elf, perhaps he wants to go home for a visit!"

Julian sighed, thinking of his hometown, "Who doesn't want to return home in glory?"

He's doing so badly now, how could he dare go home!

I used to think that once I entered the school for beginner monks and became a monk, I would be a superior person, a noble aristocrat.

Little did he know that he might remain a junior apprentice for life.

The lives of low-level apprentices may not even be as good as those of some wealthy businessmen.

“It won’t always be like this,” Greta comforted him.

“Let’s hope so!” Julian said.

Greta helped him feed the wildebeest before coming out of the stable.

As I walked to the entrance of the hostel, I looked across the street at the Oak Tree Inn. Under the old oak tree, I seemed to see a familiar figure crouching.

The elf shopkeeper went to talk to the oak tree again.

Greta thought for a moment, then walked over and asked him from outside the neighboring yard, "Mr. Elf, are you talking to the oak tree?"

Alamir abandoned the idea of ​​finding a new owner for the inn and decided to sell it directly to the Marquis. He was currently apologizing to the old oak tree.

Turning around upon hearing this, he saw a young mage with curious eyes, wearing the uniform of a waiter from the Golden Flower Inn next door. Thinking that his inn might one day become part of the Golden Flower Inn, he said:
“That’s right. It’s my friend Yar, an oak tree that has become spiritual.”

Greta couldn't understand the mentality of being friends with a tree, but that didn't stop her from following the fairy's lead and starting a conversation.

She looked at the old oak tree as if greeting it, and said, "Yar! Hello!"

Then he asked the elf for confirmation: "Mr. Elf, can it understand us?"

“Of course! It’s been here for over a hundred years and has heard a lot of people talk!” Alamir said with a smile.

If he leaves in the future, I hope that the Golden Flower Hostel will have someone to talk to.

Thinking of this, he said to the curious young mage, "Would you like to talk to Yar?"

“Is it alright?” Greta’s eyes lit up immediately. Alamir gestured for her to come over:
"Come on, put your hands on Yar, just like me."

Greta did as instructed, and suddenly felt strange energy fluctuations around her. It didn't seem to be spiritual energy, but rather wood elemental energy was gathering. She turned her head and looked: "Mr. Elf!"

The elf is casting a spell!
She almost ran away if her intuition hadn't told her there was no danger.

She was just a junior mage apprentice; a single attack spell could kill her.

“It’s the language of wood,” Alamir explained. “It allows you to communicate with plants briefly.”

Greta was relieved and allowed the magic to fall on her. She then felt a subtle connection between herself and the tree.

Amidst the rustling of the leaves, it seemed as if a joyful voice was speaking to her:
Hello, little human girl!

“Hello, Yar!” Greta said with surprise. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Greta.”

She now understood why the elf had become friends with the tree; it really could talk!
"Greta~ You're the second little girl I've met named Greta!"

Let me think, back then I was only as tall as the roof, and every time she came to collect acorns, she would tuck a flower onto me.

Sometimes it's daisies, sometimes lilies of the valley, sometimes roses...

Look, the narrow crevice she always chose is still there!

Alamir would always pull out the daisies after she left.

To be honest, the flowers look quite nice stuck in my cracked tree bark!
But he said it would affect my growth, what a spoilsport…

"Yar, talking behind people's backs is not a good habit!" Alamir said irritably.

"I didn't say anything bad about you, I was just stating the facts!"

"Look at your tree bark. It's because people keep peeling it off to insert flowers that it's grown cracked."

"This is fine too!"

……

The elf and the oak tree started arguing.

Greta: "..."

This isn't the friend she imagined!

The elf was always under the tree; was he actually arguing with the oak tree?

"Greta, when you have time in the future, could you come and talk to Yar more often?"

Alamir suddenly pleaded, "Although I may not be able to cast the Wood Spell for you then, Yar will be able to hear it; it will secretly shake its leaves in response to you."

"Mr. Elf, are you leaving?" Greta asked.

“Yes. I’m going back to the Elf Forest. I don’t know if I’ll ever have a chance to come back. I’m just worried about Yar. I’m afraid it’ll get bored, and I’m afraid it’ll be chopped up,” Alamir said.

“What’s there to worry about? Just take my acorns back to the Elf Forest and plant them. I’ll grow back into a big tree soon,” said the oak tree.

“But you weren’t you then!” Alamir said.

"Then take one of my branches with you! Consider it me accompanying you back home."

Alamir shook his head: "Trees are just inanimate objects... what's the point?"

"Sir Elf, is there no magical item that can help you take Yar back to the Elf Forest?" Greta asked. (End of Chapter)