Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 205 The Last Legacy of the Elven Royal Family
“Favor?” Caesar raised an eyebrow at it.

"Then tell me, which god has bestowed this favor upon you?"

"I can't tell you this; it's our rule. Telling you wouldn't do you any good, since it involves beings at the divine level."

Caesar stared at it, but he couldn't find any trace of lying on the book's cover.

I don't know if what it says is true, or if it's just being mysterious and using a deity to scare him.

However, I can tell you honestly that I helped you partly for my own benefit; I had my own plans.

That's actually more believable. During Caesar's time as emperor, he learned that he wasn't afraid of ministers who actively sought personal gain, because at least their goals were clear and they could be controlled. What he feared were those who were cunning, lacked clear objectives, and whose intentions were unclear even after a long time of deliberation. They were the most difficult to deal with.

“Tell me more about the favor you speak of,” Caesar said.

Ultimately, this is still a curse upon us polluting creatures.

The Book of the Illusory Sea says:
From the moment each contained object gains self-awareness, it needs to fulfill its own survival conditions, that is, to realize the value it assigns to its existence. Once these actions cease, what awaits us is annihilation.

For example, I have in the past caused everyone who obtained me to use the power of the book to cause destruction, plunging the people around me into their own mad desires and making them lose their way in the search for treasure.

In doing these things, we only gain one thing: the permission to survive. Only in this way can we maintain our existence.

"So, you need to continuously use your abilities to impact this world in order to survive?" Caesar frowned. He knew quite a bit about contained objects now, but this was the first time he had heard such a statement.

That's right. That's why you humans often go to great lengths to figure out why we do this or that, coming up with all sorts of reasons. But the real reason is very simple: we want to survive. This is a basic thought for every conscious being.

"How did you come up with this kind of thinking? Was it something you were born with?"

Yes, it's innate. Just like how mammals suckle at birth, this instinct exists from the moment we are born; it's our survival instinct.

"And what about the divine favor you speak of? Is that something you are born with?" Caesar asked.

No, this is just a rumor circulating among us: those who can maximize their abilities will receive divine favor, be able to complete themselves, remove the curse, and become a higher level of life.

We don't know where this claim originated, but it has now become a basic consensus for all pollutants.

"This is just like in kindergarten, where good children get candy as a reward," Caesar complained.

You might think that way, but for us, this unfounded rumor is as great and important as the Book of Revelation; it represents our shared ideals and pursuits.

"The Scroll of the Illusory Sea said."

"Then why do you now want to find me as your patron?" Caesar asked.

"Of course, it's because I've noticed your astonishing power. To be honest, anyone can see your potential limit at your current level. That's why I've chosen to follow you. If I can help you accomplish something earth-shattering in the future, that will be a condition for me to receive your favor."

"That's my purpose. Furthermore, your unique kingdom and the special aura you possess, needless to say, have had a significant positive impact on me, stabilizing the polluted magic within me—something I certainly didn't anticipate at first."

So, since I can gain so many benefits by serving you, why wouldn't I be happy to do so?

Yumilia returned to her bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and sipped her warm milk.

"I'm so tired today, my legs are aching from walking."

She swung her toes and looked up at the ceiling.

A lot happened in one day, but it was a perfect day. Looking back on her experience on stage, she no longer felt nervous and even felt a little excited.

"Finally, I've gotten through this." She finished her hot milk in one gulp and lay down on the bed. The image of the fortune teller she had met at the end of the trip flashed through her mind.

"Who is she and how did she find that?" Yumilia wondered.

She sat up, picked up her handbag from the bedside table, and took out the business card.

Marlene Hellanells

She only had a name, no address, and didn't know where to find her if someone really needed her.

Was she deliberately being mysterious back then?
No, Yumilia didn't think that way. Her secret was known only to herself. She could tell back then that it couldn't be that simple.

He must be a real fortune teller.

But why did I suddenly find myself?
Yumilia stared at the ceiling, lost in thought for a long time.

She suddenly felt a little scared. Her grandfather had once told her that if you get something, you have to accept everything that comes with it.

She's already been through it once.

Every time she thinks about it, the tragic scene of countless people sacrificing themselves flashes before her eyes, and a pang of pain rises in her heart.

She didn't want to go through that again.

But if the people around her, Caesar or Ithaca, and her mother were to face unforeseen and immense danger, would she choose again?

Yumilia herself didn't know.

But she knew that day would eventually come.

She picked up the business card and softly read the name on it.

However, she has no immediate plans to contact the mysterious fortune teller, even though she does need help.

She felt that the only thing that truly allowed her to make a choice now was the crisis facing her family.

She slowly raised her hand, and a faint green light flickered at her fingertips, disappearing in an instant.

But if Muirner were present, he would surely have discovered the astonishing life force contained within; only one power in this world could contain such an abundance of life force.

That was the divine right of nature, and the divine right of nature at its peak.

Completely pure, without a trace of impurity, it is enough to change the world.

It is the last and most precious legacy of the Elven royal family, which had once declined without limit, but now shines again in Yumilia's hands.

This immense power is now in the hands of this tiny elf, Yumilia.

This may be God's blessing, or it may be God's curse.

She lowered her arms, still staring at the ceiling, muttering to herself.

"Caesar, I said I would protect you no matter what."

(End of this chapter)