In the world of Moe King, I became the ruler of ice.

Gransta turned to leave, wanting to find a secluded spot to continue drinking his red wine, but the lady followed him relentlessly. Finally, he could only turn back and say helplessly, "Miss Elf, you don't need to follow me like this, do you?"

The silver-haired elf shrugged, seemingly ignoring Gransta's helpless tone.

"I'm bored and have plenty of time, so I'm following you around because I'm afraid you'll do something wrong."

Gransta: .....

This elven queen seems to have a lot of free time. If he continues to be followed by her, how will he carry out his plans?

None of the elves present noticed the silver-haired female elf behind Gransta; she must have used a skill to reduce her presence and conceal her appearance.

Gransta was helpless against her for the time being. In terms of strength, this female elf who had lived for nearly a thousand years was probably above the saint and comparable to the top awakened demon kings.

He hasn't fully awakened yet, so he probably can't pose a threat to her, as evidenced by the terrifying mental power this woman previously displayed, which was enough to cover the entire country.

Gransta had no choice but to keep her by his side. Whenever they passed an area with cakes, the cakes would disappear, making him suspect that the silver-haired elf was there to buy more.

"Um, why are you taking away all the cakes that are passing by? It's very conspicuous." Gransta covered his face and couldn't help but ask the silver-haired elf who was still eating a small cake. He was afraid that if he kept taking them away, he would be mistaken for a cake thief.

The silver-haired elf was clearly taken aback by the question, then feigned modesty and neatly swept her hair back.

"These cakes were made by the master baker himself; I used to only be able to eat a tiny bit of them."

"Can you please stop making me cover for you every time?" Gransta was slightly annoyed. Whenever he passed by a cake, the cake would disappear, making it hard not to suspect him.

Upon hearing Gransta's complaint, the silver-haired elf even winked playfully and said with amusement:

"How about... I share some with you?"

"No need!" Gransta refused outright; he wasn't a dessert lover.

The silver-haired female elf immediately adopted a look that said, "You've been wronged," and then revealed a fierce expression.

"Even if you disagree, it won't change anything, otherwise..."

She raised the fork in her hand, and under Gransta's gaze, the fork began to twist and deform before returning to its original shape, without any magical fluctuations in the process.

Gulansta's lips twitched. Heh, he'd been threatened again.

Just then, the lights went out.

The party had reached a crucial point, seemingly a key moment, and everyone in the room fell silent, waiting for the next scene to unfold.

The silver-haired elf stopped eating her cake and quickly pulled Gransta's sleeve to squeeze to the front.

"Come over here quickly, or you won't be able to see Little Ellen's dance up close."

Gransta was just wondering what was going on when suddenly an irresistible force came through his arm, and he was dragged and pushed to the front.

He mentally cursed this unreasonable and rude woman, and the worst part was that he couldn't fight back against her.

Suddenly, a beam of light shone down in the hazy darkness, drawing everyone's attention. A beautiful young woman in a long dress walked out gracefully, a hint of shyness on her face.

This is a tradition at elven noble banquets; a dance must be performed at the birthday party to symbolize good fortune and blessings. The problem is, she used to be a headstrong, adventurous girl, and these kinds of things were what she hated most. She had practiced for a long time at the servants' insistence.

"Aileen?" Gransta was surprised. He hadn't expected Aileen to be dressed so formally. This was a bit unlike her.

When the silver-haired elf saw Ellen, her eyes sparkled, and her gaze revealed a rare tenderness; she couldn't help but clasp her hands together.

"My little Ellen is so cute~"

Granstad also clapped his hands, and it has to be said that Ellen looked really cute in this long dress.

Then, pleasant music began to play, and everyone sincerely wished the lovely girl in front of them well.

Eileen recalled the dance steps she had just practiced, and gently lifted her skirt to begin her dance.

...

"Ellen has really grown a lot." The silver-haired elf looked at him with satisfaction. This expression immediately reminded Gransta of one person: Torene.

"You probably haven't seen how active she is outside," Gransta suddenly blurted out, startling the silver-haired elf.

Ellen had noticed Gransta at the front long ago. Seeing him clapping for her, her face turned bright red, and she almost messed up her dance steps.

This was much more unbearable for Ellen, who was used to being wild, than being chased by monsters. Fortunately, she persevered and finished the entire dance.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then came the birthday gifts that everyone had prepared for him.

Gransta stepped forward, took out the gift he had prepared beforehand, and personally handed it to Ellen, offering his blessings: "Happy birthday, Miss Ellen."

The silver-haired elf also mingled in the crowd and delivered a gift. As soon as the gift was in Ailian's hands, she covered her mouth and exclaimed in surprise.

"It's actually a holy mage's robe, and it's even a magic robe engraved with the name of a high-ranking elven sorcerer."

This gift is arguably the most valuable in the entire collection, and such magical preparations only exist in royal treasures.

Eileen wanted to see who gave her the gift, but when she looked up, there was no one there.

Gransta raised an eyebrow at the female elf beside him and suddenly teased, "I didn't expect you to be so secretive about giving a gift?"

The silver-haired female elf smiled gently, her beautiful eyes glancing at Gransta.

"There's nothing I can do, I'm just too charming. It wouldn't be good if I got recognized. Today, it's Little Ailian's turn to shine."

Gulansta smiled inwardly and said nothing more.

But then the silver-haired elf suddenly asked a question out of curiosity.

"By the way, what gift did you just give me?"

She had just been right next to Gransta, and the moment this guy took out the gift, she felt a surge of excitement within her, as if something had exerted a tremendous attraction on her.

"It's nothing... just some candy." Gransta didn't have any presentable gifts on him; he was practically penniless. The only thing he could offer was candy made from the power of the spirits.

"Really?" A look of doubt flashed in the silver-haired elf's eyes, and she stretched out her slender, jade-like hand, not believing it.

"Is there any more? Give me some."

Gulansta looked at the female emperor speechlessly. Was she using a pseudonym without any concern for her image?

She actually reached out to him for candy!