I am the heroine's godfather!

"Hmph! So what if it's radical! As long as it works!"

Finally, the oldest of the group, Sion, sighed and looked at Loran: "Lord Lorian, why don't you give the speech?"

"Ah."

Loran stood up, looked at the crowd, and waited for his explanation.

"Lord Lufius, Lady Fimora, I understand your thoughts. A decisive victory, eliminating all threats at once, would indeed bring the most peace. However, you two must not forget that even though the Demon King is dead, the Demon race still has one eighth-rank and three seventh-rank beings."

"Judging from the high-level combat strength, the combat strength of the demon race and the elf race seems to be about the same, but we all know that's not the case."

Loran looked at Sion, who nodded: "In terms of combat ability alone, I am no match for those kings of the Demon Clan."

"exactly."

Loran nodded: "Even if Lord Rufes and Lord Noros can each hold off one Royal Court Lord, the Demon Clan still has one powerful Royal Court Lord left. In a battlefield with low to mid-level combat power, a seventh-tier warrior is enough to change the course of the battle."

"Furthermore, I have fought against the rulers of the demon courts before. If I may be frank, Lord Rufes and Lord Noros, in a one-on-one battle, you have absolutely no chance of defeating that vampire ruler. You can only fight to a draw with the rulers of Satan's and the fallen angels' courts."

Rufis was furious at Loran's words, but he also knew that Loran's understanding of the Lord of the Royal Court far surpassed theirs.

"Everyone, do not forget that the Demon Clan still has an eighth-rank King of the Royal Court, the King of the Lich Royal Court."

Loran looked at the Elf Queen: "Your Majesty, if I may be so bold, who do you think is stronger, you or the ruler of the Lich King's court?"

"If it weren't for the Ancient Tree of Spirits, it would be difficult to determine who would win against him."

The Elf Queen gave her answer, and Loran nodded, adding, "That's right. Without the Elf Ancient Tree, Her Majesty the Queen and the Lord of the Lich King's Court would have a hard time determining a winner. In other words, it would have been difficult for her to stop a Demon King's Court from slaughtering people on the low-to-mid-level battlefields."

"But there's still the Holy See!"

"The Vatican will not intervene."

Loran sighed: "This is not just my opinion, but also the opinion of most cardinals, and even saints. The Holy See will not take the initiative to attack any race."

"Hmm? Humph! The Vatican is certainly enjoying some peace and quiet!"

Loran shook his head at Rufis's sarcasm: "Lord Rufis, you seem to have forgotten that besides the demons, we have even more powerful and more daunting enemies."

"Ok?"

Rufis paused for a moment, then suddenly realized: "You mean, the Church of the Evil God?"

"Yes."

"What a joke! Her Majesty the Holy Maiden is a demigod, dominating the world. How could she possibly worry about a mere evil god's church!"

Who would have thought that Rufis, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, was actually a fan of the saintess? He angrily questioned, "Do you think I'm easy to fool?!"

"Your Excellency Rufes, in fact, the Holy See is not as glamorous as you think, and the Church of the Evil God is not as weak as you believe."

Loran sighed and responded, a feeling he had been having vaguely for some time now. In fact, ever since learning about the secrets of a thousand years ago, Loran had suspected that the Church of the Evil God had some other tricks up its sleeve.

"That's what I thought too."

The Elf Queen suddenly spoke, looking at Rufus: "This involves those dark three hundred years—but you are too young. When you were born, the great war had already entered a period of stability, so you do not know what the war was like at its beginning."

Rufus frowned: "Are you talking about a thousand years ago? But what secrets are hidden behind that event? You almost never mention it."

"This is the agreement between this old guy, who fully experienced those events, and the Vatican."

The Elf Queen sighed: "Therefore I will not tell you, but you only need to know that the Church of the Evil God is far more complex than it appears."

"Is that so?"

"exactly."

Although Loran also had a lot of questions waiting for the Elf Queen to answer, he knew that now was not the time to ask, and he could ask later.

"In fact, the Vatican is now on full alert against the Church of Evil Gods, and the Holy Maiden does not want to see war break out on this land again."

Loran sighed: "That's why, although I didn't directly agree to Lucifer's request, the Church won't object to contact with the demons. After all, for all races, the greatest enemy is only the Church of the Evil God."

"If the Church of the Evil God finds an opportunity, then I'm afraid that whether it's the demon race, the elf race, or even the dragon race, the dwarfs, and all other races on the earth, they will all face a catastrophe."

Chapter 178 Listening to the Queen Tell Stories of the Past

After listening to Loran's words, Rufis remained silent for a long time, and finally could only sigh and stop talking.

The Elf Queen asked, "Does anyone else have any objections?"

No one spoke, so the Elf Queen nodded slightly: "In that case, we agree to the Demon Clan's conditions."

"Yes."

Afterwards, the six elders bowed and paid their respects, and then the six figures disappeared. The Elf Queen stretched and said, "Oh dear, meetings are such a hassle."

"Mother......"

Estia bit her lip, seemingly filled with self-reproach: "I'm sorry, I..."

"Why should I apologize, my little Estia?"

"Because you must support cooperating with the demons, right?"

Estia was silent for a moment, then said, "But I failed to think things through before acting, and I expressed my views incorrectly..."

"No, little Estia, there is no right answer to this debate, and naturally there is no wrong answer either."

The Elf Queen patted her daughter's head: "Besides, you don't know about what happened a thousand years ago, and your information is incomplete, so it's not wrong for you to make this judgment."

Estia fell silent for a moment, seemingly still blaming herself. Loran could probably understand her thoughts—as the next Elf Queen, she must be under a lot of pressure, right?

After all, her mother was truly outstanding, powerful, and accomplished, maintaining the prosperity of the Elf Forest for hundreds of years during her reign.

It's normal for Estia to feel some pressure and worry that she won't be able to become a queen as excellent as her mother.

The Elf Queen pondered for a moment, then gave Loran a look. Loran immediately understood and stepped forward to ask, "Your Majesty, I have something important to ask you."

"what's up?"

"You mentioned earlier that there was a turmoil that lasted for three hundred years."

"Yes."

The Elf Queen nodded slightly: "Speaking of which, little Estia probably doesn't know about this."

"what?"

Estia was somewhat confused, and the Elf Queen explained, "That happened three hundred years before the Seven Gods Calendar was established. A terrible war swept across the entire continent, and no race was spared."

Loran had received relevant information from the Dragon of Destiny, but Estia was unaware of it.

"The essence of that war was the first time that the seven evil gods had attacked this continent."

The Elf Queen sighed softly: "It was because of that war that the landscape of this continent has become what it is today."

"Your Majesty, you must have distinguished yourself in that war and become the King of the Elves, right?"

"Yes."

The Elf Queen nodded and smiled: "To be honest, I never imagined I would become the Queen of the Elf Clan!"

"why?"

Estia expressed her incomprehension: "Mother, with your talent, isn't it only natural that you should become the Queen of the Elves?"

"But that's the truth."

Upon hearing this, Estia was momentarily speechless.

"Ugh."

The Elf Queen sighed and said, "Little Estia, listen to me."

"Mother?"

"You may feel a lot of pressure and worry that you will not be a good enough queen, but in reality, no elven king could guarantee that he would be good enough before he became king."

The Elf Queen stroked her daughter's soft hair, reminiscing about the past: "A long, long time ago... I was about two hundred years old then, during a time of war."

"That period was the darkest time for the entire continent. Kadia, one of the strongest nations on the continent, fell without any resistance, and then the minions of the evil god launched an attack."

The Queen reminisced about the past: "In those days, this land did not produce a powerful figure like Her Majesty Messiah, who could make everyone pale in comparison. There were only ordinary fellows like me."

"How could you be ordinary!"

Estia immediately retorted, "You are clearly a wise ruler, one of the few among all the kings of the Elven race!"

The Elf Queen shook her head: "Alas... my child, I am actually no different from you or most elves. I am just an ordinary elf with a little talent and some luck."

"But......"

Do you know how I became the king of the elves?

The Elf Queen spoke of her past: "During that time, which was probably the most critical period of the war, I was about two hundred years old when I went to the battlefield."

Loran was also somewhat surprised. Two hundred years old to go to war? He didn't know the specifics of the Elven race, but from what he knew, Elves usually didn't go out to train until they were five hundred years old.

To be on the battlefield at the age of two hundred shows how serious the situation was during that period.

The Elf Queen continued, "Because I have some talent, I started as a captain and worked my way up to become the Great General of the Elf Clan—yes, your mother actually comes from the military."

Estia was very interested in the past that the Elf Queen talked about, because the Elf Queen rarely talked about these things.

The Elf Queen continued, "I wasn't initially chosen as the next king of the Elf race. My original plan was to become the great general of the Elf race. The originally chosen king was a guy who was three hundred years older than me. That generation's Elf prince was quite talented, reaching the peak of the seventh rank before he was even six hundred years old."

For a long-lived species, this is indeed a remarkable talent. Long-lived species are, after all, different from short-lived species.

"That guy was originally chosen, but he died on the battlefield."

"Then there was an elven princess who was a hundred years older than me. Although she was not as powerful as her brother, she was still a seventh-tier elven princess. Unfortunately, she also died on the battlefield."

The tension conveyed in their seemingly calm words left both Loran and Estia somewhat silent.

That war was an even more devastating battle than the war against the demons, and no part of the entire continent was spared.

"What a painful time... The dragon that soared through the sky had its wings severed and fell to the earth. Peace-loving elves were caught in the crossfire of war, forced to live with swords and spears... The human pope died in a siege, and the demon king, along with three other royal rulers, perished in the war..."

"War and death were the main themes of that era. Many people could not even leave behind their bodies, because the bodies could become new sources of pollution."

"Later, before that Elf King could train the next crown prince, he died outside the Elf Forest while fighting against the followers of the evil god."

"And it was during this time that I became the Elf Queen."

Chapter 179 Is it necessary to go too far in a sparring match?

This was the first time Estia had heard her mother talk about the past, how she became the Queen of the Elves, and how she got to where she was now.

From her few words alone, Estia and Loran could feel the palpable tension of battle.

"Oh well, that's all in the past..."

The Elf Queen waved her hand, signaling Loran and Estia not to mind. Loran remained silent for a while before speaking, "Your Majesty, I have some questions for you."

"Hmm, what do you say?"

"How much do you know about that catastrophe?"

Loran asked, "And, regarding the guardian paladins of Kadia, did they all die in that war?"

"Oh?"

A hint of interest appeared on the Elf Queen's face: "Why did you ask about this?"

Loran then revealed all the information he had obtained in the Silver Dragon Secret Realm—both of the two people here were trustworthy. Estia, needless to say, was one of his closest friends, and the conflict between the Ancient Elf Tree and the Tree of Death destined the Elf race to stand on the side of the Holy See.

After hearing this, the Elf Queen fell into deep thought.

"The Dragon of Destiny? I do know her. I heard she died in Kadia, the only paladin who didn't betray the Church of the Evil God... So that's what happened?"

"Yes, and the information I received in her secret realm suggests that Adams is very likely still alive."

"Adams... the head of the Holy Knights of the Nation, the man closest to the pinnacle of the sword... even in the Elf Forest, I wouldn't dare say I could definitely defeat him."

The Elf Queen couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "But you were actually able to defeat him; that's truly remarkable."

"It can't be considered a defeat, and Adams in the Silver Dragon Secret Realm obviously can't use his full strength; at most, he only has the strength of the early stage of the eighth rank."

Loran explained that although the Silver Dragon's true form was also at the eighth rank, it obviously could not replicate the strength of a top-tier eighth rank. Therefore, Loran did not think that he could regard all heroes as worthless just because he defeated Adams.

Besides, what's there to be proud of? It's all thanks to Messiah's help.

"Regarding Adams, in fact, we heard very little about him in the later stages of the war."

The Elf Queen recalled: "At the end of the war, with the allied forces' counterattack, neither Adams nor the remaining Guardian Knights were heard from."

"Even if such beings die, they will certainly not disappear without a trace... Therefore, for a hundred years after the war ended, both the Papacy and various races were on guard against them, fearing that they would suddenly appear."