Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 867 - 806: The Radiant Lady_2

"Of course you are qualified, you are my favorite courtier." Her plain voice took on a tone, as sweet and cloying in his ears as if it had been smeared with honey. Volan couldn’t help but raise his head to look at the queen and saw Faelga’s enchanting smile. The queen’s charm almost tore his heart to shreds. He gasped for breath and returned to his bowed stance.

"I am deeply grateful for your favor."

"Tell me, Volan, what do you think of Lord Charles’s wish?"

Volan didn’t hesitate, clearly having prepared his thoughts in advance.

"All things must not surpass the Royal Court, nor the royal family, nor the queen. The Elders’ Council does not qualify to receive the same support for you as the Royal Court."

Faelga laughed at Volan’s response, her clear laughter resonating with the flowers in the court. After a moment, she composed herself and replied.

"Volan’s answer pleases me greatly. Lord Charles, your wish violates my principles, but this is the opinion of my dear Volan. Let him make amends to you. My favorite courtier, propose your suggestion."

Encouraged by her words, the suggestion Volan gave far exceeded Faelga’s expectations.

"What General Charles seeks is your recognition. The contributions of the Elders’ Council are plain for all to see. If the Druids yearn for guidance, we can offer a leader inferior only to the queen, a representative of your will, your symbol." His bowed head reddened with an ecstatic expression, caught in an abnormal frenzy.

Faelga’s smile grew even brighter as her gaze centred on Volan, full of anticipation.

"Princess Tiffany could represent your authority and incorporate the Elders’ Council into the royal family."

Faelga laughed, laughing heartily without care, revealing her neatly arranged, delicate, pearl-like teeth.

"Hahaha, my dear Volan, your suggestion..."

"...pleases me greatly."

Faelga shifted her gaze to the blossoms at Charles’s side. The white petals were speckled with spots of blood that had dripped onto them. They greedily absorbed the blood, the central pistil gently swaying. As if feeling her gaze, the little flower turned its pedicel, directing the blooming petals toward her queen, bending their stalks in a bow, and the blood stored in the flower chamber spilled out. It closed its bud and burrowed back into the soil, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

The queen exhaled, rejecting the proposal with a languid and seductive voice.

"That child is not yet qualified. Tiffany lacks the talents of the Druids; assigning the Elders’ Council to her would only cause chaos. To throw troubles to a meritorious servant, ah, why must I suffer the distress of my lineage withering. If only I had a child that could truly satisfy me..."

Faelga looked toward the slim figure who knelt before her all this time.

"Speaking of which, my dear Volan, who is this child?"

"My queen, this is my nephew, Wilder Nikana, the most outstanding child of the Shiblade Family this generation." Wilder knelt silently, not uttering a word.

Volan turned his head as Faelga’s voice rose just then: "Nephew? I assumed it would be the progeny of dear Volan. Such a composed child, almost as adorable as Lord Volan in his youth. Speaking of which, dear Volan seems yet unmarried, which won’t do at all. Procreating and increasing the population is the most fundamental duty, after all."

Faelga’s gaze once again settled on the handsome Elf.

"A plant that can’t flower or bear fruit, is what they call a ’bad seed’."

In the Dream Forest, there is a flower named Night Charm. It blooms only in lightless darkness, its petal colors unseen, but it releases a sweet fragrance to attract insects for pollination. However, that scent causes hallucinations in Elves, leading the bewitched Elves into the lightless mires. Plants have no sense of good or evil, but their beautiful appearance can arouse the deepest desires in primates. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

A natural act of predation is unfolding in the Royal Court of the Elves.

Volan breathes heavily like a gravely ill patient as he lifts his head, his face flushed as he gazes at his queen.

"If... if you permit, I... I will treat... Princess Tiffany as my own!" His naked desire goes without saying, and Faelga watched her favored servant with the most radiant of smiles.

"Speaking of which, I have yet to tell you about the Dragon Priests Council. I took part in the Dragon Priests Council as a Green Dragon Priest, and my ’siblings’ were all outstanding individuals from various kin. We conversed amicably and pledged to trade with one another. I need a diplomatic envoy to negotiate with other Dragon Follower clans, my dear Volan, and I have decided to entrust you with this important mission."

Faelga looked at him with a profound meaning, "When you return, I will also fulfill one of your wishes."

"My queen, I will not disappoint you!"

Faelga tapped her cheek with her fingers, looking at the ceiling as she pondered slowly.

"The Black Dragon Kin, a bunch of barbarians with no value for cooperation... but shall be respected nonetheless; the Red Dragon Kin, we can trade weapons with them, acquiring arms in exchange for food is the top priority, I believe you will handle it well; the White Dragon Kin, ha, are extinct, the deposed queen was a laughable woman driven by vengeance, I actually wanted to ally with her to vie for greater influence, but I was snubbed and given the cold shoulder; next is Morocoy..."

When Faelga mentioned the King of Magic, a fierce desire and ambition ignited in her eyes, as vital to her as plants to sunlight.

"How I long for that man, his erudition, breeding, powerful nation, and the force of magic. If I could conquer such a man, oh, I would wake up laughing from my dreams..." The queen unabashedly expressed her desires in front of her ministers, her casual demeanor causing the faces of the Elves to twist, yet not a sound was heard in objection.

Faelga started complaining again, her eyes twinkling like stars.

"However, he seems to face the same reality of feeble heirs as I do, our sorrows so strikingly similar, heh... I really want, truly want an heir with a legitimate claim to the Blue Dragon legacy. But Morocoy, as a ruler, actually restrains his desires. Such a cold man, the greatest king should sing of the greatest love, let bastards breed rampantly, but that will lead to the downfall of the forest."

"Ah, I’ve been neglecting you a bit, Lord Volan, you shall go to the City of Wandering and get along well with our dear brother Morocoy."

Faelga watched Volan’s face flush, a momentary mockery flickering in her eyes. She watched his trembling body respectfully prostrate, the joy of fooling a man nearly brought her to boisterous laughter, but she held it in.

"My queen, your servant will heed your instructions," Volan said through clenched teeth, his face hidden in shadows.

"My favored servant, you may leave. Rest well for your diplomatic task.

Volan’s footsteps disappeared outside the Royal Court, and the still-kneeling Elves, feeling sore and weary, sighed.

To their queen, the Royal Court might just be a farce. This range could even extend to the entire royal family, the entire nation, the entire Elf race.

The Elf Queen is a queen of natural spontaneity.

She is a beautiful bloom of nature, just one that happens to grow upon a throne.