Divine Kingship

Chapter 587 The Wonderful History of the Elves and the Wonderful Life in the Royal City of Bolun
Today is the day Ryza takes over Rand.

Although today is actually Ryza's turn, the turn in the queue is Ryza.

But Lysa's gesture of taking Rand away from Berlan.

It was as if she had truly taken it, rather than it being her turn in line.

This inexplicably annoyed Berlan.

But Berlan is now in Ellie's body, so it's not appropriate for him to do anything.

Besides, it's Ryza's time now, so she can't really compete for it.

So all we could do was watch Lysa take Rand away.

I'm actually a little angry.

Berlan looked at the haughty Lysa.

Lysa continued to ignore and be arrogant towards the expressionless Berlan.

She and Rand left the mansion together and walked on the streets of the royal city of Bolen.

Currently, the high-ranking officials of the Holy Land have all started working. Although the outline for establishing the kingdom has been established, the specific details and implementation are very troublesome matters.

Moreover, the Holy Domain forces are now doing more than just things related to establishing a kingdom.

There are also matters related to the Frostmoon Kingdom.

Before Rand officially ascended the throne and became king, he was naturally still the King's Hand of the Frostmoon Kingdom.

Rand will certainly not hold this position anymore, but there are still some handover tasks to be handled.

Rand and Lysa chatted on the street.

Two people dressed in gorgeous clothes and with an extraordinary air about them stood out as they walked down the street.

Although the streets of Bolun Royal City are currently under repair, they remain dilapidated. The only change is that the debris has been cleared to the sides to avoid obstructing traffic.

The city's residents were either still vigilant and tense, or full of hostility.

Of course, there will be some people who "welcome the king's army," but these people are already working and won't be wandering the streets, so the atmosphere on the roads won't be very friendly.

Thanks to previous propaganda and psychological strategies, the proportion of civilians in the royal city of Bolen who are hostile to Rand and to them, these outsiders, has decreased significantly.

But war is not something everyone can accept.

War can leave some of the original beneficiaries with nothing. That's what war is all about.

The winner takes everything, the loser gets nothing, or perhaps there are no winners and everyone gets nothing together.

“Do you have any suggestions for the policy?” Rand asked Lysa.

“We could consider ruling the elves in the future,” Lysa suggested casually and arrogantly. “The laws that the elves once held as gospel will soon be broken, and then they will realize the superiority of your will and regard it as the new truth.”

Rand, somewhat guilty, said, "Why are you so confident in me?"

Lysa remained silent, looking at Rand with a scrutinizing gaze.

Since Rand learned about the technology that the Elf Forest still possessed, he has clearly become increasingly concerned about the affairs of the Elf Forest.

"What, you don't want to?" Lysa asked in a light tone.

“I really want to.” Rand certainly wouldn’t deny it.

“Then let them submit to our laws of survival,” Lysa whispered.

Lysa deliberately controlled her tone and intonation, making her voice sound like a whisper from within, instigating, enticing, and guiding.

Today, Lysa seems to be playing the role of a court jester.

Indeed, now that Rand is a king, there must be a few courtiers around him who lead him astray, right?

Now Lysa is dedicated to playing this role; she intends to ignite Rand's dark desires and then punish her severely.

Just as Rand was beginning to consider how to punish this cunning jester.

Lysa took a small step forward.

Then, a black-robed figure who tried to approach was bound by thorns growing from beneath his feet.

The thorns pierced the man's skin, causing blood to slowly seep from the assassin's body, staining the lush green vines and thorns.

Now there are assassins who are dissatisfied with Rand.

Rand didn't care about this.

Rand used to be very vengeful, and she would try to take revenge on her enemies.

However, now, the vast majority of people who regard Rand as an enemy are not qualified to be noticed by Rand. There are too many of them, and their level is too low. Killing them one by one would be too much of a waste of time.

However, this certainly doesn't mean that Rand will let them off the hook; it just means that Rand won't personally take charge, but rather Elsa will manage a special department to handle these issues.

Therefore, Rand didn't even glance at the assassin who was carrying a dagger, wearing a black robe, and seemed to be in a very unstable emotional state.

Lysa's thorns will keep the man in black under control until Elsa's men come to take over.

The security department can handle it themselves; Rand won't interfere.

As for Ryza's magical powers.

Rand wouldn't interfere, just as Rand wouldn't let Karin become a furnace worker or the White King become an ice maker.

These queens can boost productivity in critical moments, but true productivity still depends on the masses.

Not one or two strong individuals.

At least in this world, it is impossible to achieve a leap in productivity by relying on one or a few people.

As for how Ryza will develop her power, that's up to Ryza herself.

Rand trusted that Lysa would make her own judgment.

For example, Lysa is only now telling him that there are some secret technologies sealed away in the Elf Forest.

If Rand had asked Lysa a few years ago, she would have told him, but there was no need. These things could only make Rand itch with desire back then, but he could never actually obtain them.

Things are different now; now Rand can indeed intervene in the Elf Forest.

Therefore, Rand believed not only in Lysa's abilities, but also in her judgment.

The two walked all the way to the beach.

A gentle sea breeze blows, and the sound of waves crashes.

Lysa is wearing a thermal undershirt and a white dress today.

Lysa was wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat.

The winter sun shines warmly.

The sea breeze blew through Lysa's white dress, revealing a bit of her fair ankles.

Like a noble lady coming to the seaside to relax.

Lysa's beauty is undeniable.

When she is serious, her temperament is also extraordinary and otherworldly.

Even when Lysa is being irreverent, her charm is still unique.

In Rand's eyes, Lysa was always different, so special that she stood out from the crowd at all times.

And so the wind blew until nightfall, when the bright moon shone high in the sky.

The night wind was already cold, but it wasn't unbearable for Rand and Lysa.

Wait until the beach is deserted.

Lysa stood barefoot on the beach, the shallow seawater reaching just above her ankles.

This scene is like a dream.

The beauty of the night was more dazzling than the bright moon in the sky and the sparkling beach at that moment. Lysa, dressed in a white dress, stood on the beach.

The world around Rand paled in comparison; the colors of the world paled in comparison to Lysa in her white dress.

"Would you be interested in learning the elven dance?" Lysa extended her hand in invitation. "After all, to conquer the elven forest, one needs to understand elven culture, doesn't one?"

Rand took off his shoes and socks and took Lysa's hand.

Rand was no longer as unfamiliar with the dances of nobles as he had been nine years ago, but he was truly unfamiliar with the dances of elves.

However, under this moonlight, above the rippling sea, all the audience could see were the rustling palm leaves on the beach and the stars in the sky.

Rand doesn't need to worry about dancing too clumsily and being ridiculed by the audience.

Rand held Lysa's hand with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist.

Lysa was as light as a fairy.

The moonlight was obscured by light clouds.

After a while, the dance stopped.

Rand released Lysa's soft, slender fingers.

Then Ryza conjured up a strange object in her hand.

A fish tail?
It's hollow inside, so it looks like it can be worn.

Lysa placed her hand on the collar of her dress, the pristine white dress now lying on the beach.

Her slender waist and soft curves appeared in Rand's eyes, even having a crystalline luster under the moonlight.

Lysa covered her chest and then changed into a seashell bra in front of Rand.

“Now I am a fish,” Lysa said.

"She seems no different from a mermaid," Rand commented.

Mermaids exist in this world, but most of them live in the deep sea, so land dwellers rarely encounter them.

"That's fine," Lysa said, flicking her long white hair.

"Mermaids are fine too."

Does Lysa sitting on the reef really resemble the mermaid in the story?
Lysa took out the reins: "Want to try riding a fish?"

Rand squinted at Lysa's slender waist.

Although Rand knew that Lysa's physique was at least at the highest level and that she could easily carry him swimming, it was still a bit strange to use Lysa as a sailing mount.

However, Rand wouldn't go against Lysa's interest in such a novel thing.

Rand picked up the reins.

Lysa gently bit down.

The two entered the seawater together.

Lysa's swimming skills were somewhat rusty, but she had excellent body control, while Rand, riding on her waist, really felt like he was riding a giant fish.

The two swam in the water, the moonlight shining through the surface of the sea, creating a shimmering effect.

……

Before dawn, Rand and Lysa returned to land.

The seawater was indeed cold in winter, but Lysa's body remained quite warm.

So now the two of them are walking back together.

Ryza is no longer wearing the dress she wore at the beginning, but a floral dress woven from plants, created by Ryza's power, which gives her a more elven style.

Then, Lysa encountered the assassin.

It was very common for Rand to encounter assassins.

However, it was the first time Rand had ever seen Lysa encounter an assassin.

The elven assassin's cloak was pierced by thorns, and his long green hair shimmered in the moonlight.

A pretty little elf girl, although she was probably older than Rand, she looked like a young girl.

The little elf girl glared at Lysa with hatred: "Shameless surrenderer! Traitor! How dare you fawn over humans!"

Rand glanced at Lysa, and unusually, he saw confusion in her eyes.

After some questioning, it was discovered that the little elf girl had been sold from the port to the royal city of Bolun, and that there were quite a few human nobles who liked elves.

This elf is an elven noble; in human terms, she would be considered the daughter of a viscount family.

After being sold into slavery, she gained her freedom thanks to her decent combat skills. She hid in the capital city of Bolun and even rescued some elves who had been captured and made into female slaves. She managed to survive in the capital city of Bolun.

Earlier, she had overheard Lysa telling Rand that she wanted to conquer the elven forest and the home she longed to return to.

She didn't know what was special about Lysa's white hair, but judging from her pointed ears and other features, Lysa was clearly an elf.

An elven traitor.

So she came to the road in stealth mode to kill this elven traitor, lest this evil elf actually lead Rand, this obviously terrible conqueror, into the elven forest.

But she never expected that this traitor from the Elf Forest would be so powerful and able to control plants.

Such immense power can only be possessed by those favored by the legendary elven goddess.

Now, there are no longer any elves favored by the Elf Goddess, and those rumors, like legends and storybooks, have become unreliable.

Why would such a traitor receive the blessing of the fairy goddess?
How could this be?
"Damn traitor!" The little elf girl gritted her teeth. Bound by thorns, she ignored the sharp thorns and struggled incessantly, getting herself covered in blood.

Rand could even hear the sound of her flesh tearing, the sound of her teeth cutting and molding.

Rand looked at Lysa. This was an assassination attempt against Lysa, so Rand would respect Lysa's opinion.

Although emotionally, Rand intended to send the little elf girl to her death, just as the higher-ups of the Sanctuary valued Rand's life, Rand also valued the lives of the higher-ups of the Sanctuary.

Although this elven nobleman was unlikely to harm Lysa, Rand still wasn't keen on letting her go.

However, let's see what Ryza thinks.

Lysa nodded slightly, her golden eyes amused. "It's alright, I don't mind. Let her go to the labor camp."

Rand nodded and turned his gaze back to the little elf girl.

The little elf girl continued to struggle despite her physical injuries.

"Uh, such a deep grudge." Rand was a little surprised by the elf's sudden strong reaction, and then said helplessly, "I suggest you don't hurt yourself, otherwise you'll only be able to be healed by me."

Rand was helpless.

The consequences of being treated by him are obvious.

But he couldn't quite explain it.

Can we expect miraculous things to happen if he's the one treating the patient?
The elf continued to look at Lysa with hatred in her eyes.

Rand shrugged: "Knock her out? She seems very agitated right now and can't be communicated with."

Lysa nodded, and then thorns continued to grow on the elven assassin's body, until the elven assassin was strangled unconscious.

Rand then added a treatment for cravings.

Receiving [Desire Sharing] while unconscious is bad for the body, and there may be aftereffects if it is not released, but Rand does not care about the physical condition of this elven assassin.

Rand summoned the security personnel again, and then returned to the mansion with Lysa.

"I expect to officially announce my ascension to the throne as the King of the Moon Phase Kingdom next spring. The territory will cover part of the original land of the Kingdom of Bolen, as well as the land of the former Moon Phase Duchy. The coronation ceremony will also be held on that day."

Upon returning to the mansion, Rand announced.

(End of this chapter)