Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 873 - 811: Phantom of Yesterday_2

"Mom," "big sister," these terms made Irason’s smile freeze for a moment, and in retaliation, she pinched a smile onto Tiffany’s face with a hehe chuckle.

"This is the stepmom Mommy found for Tiffany."

"Huh?"

A swift chop landed on her head, causing the Green Dragon Priest to crouch down holding her head, pleading for mercy.

"Godmother! Godmother! Susanna is Tiffany’s beloved godmother!"

Susanna gently held Tiffany in her arms, the faceguard retracting to reveal the familiar face that bloomed with a tender smile. Her hand gently stroked Tiffany’s back; the charisma of authority mixed with motherly love made the little girl blush slightly.

"I’m very happy to meet you, Tiffany."

As it turned out, Susanna had a greater impact on the child than Faelga and Irason. Tiffany, her head bowed within her embrace, replied softly with a mushy voice, "Me too, godmother."

"I will raise you to be the most outstanding queen, my child."

"Mhm."

Suddenly, a sour voice interjected.

"Well, if you mother and daughter are doing fine, then I am going out to play."

"Mom! Tiffany wants to play too."

"No way!" Irason directly refused, "Tiffany must complete the queen’s duties, so Mom can play outside without worry!"

What a bad woman, dumping her work on her daughter. Even though the several foster fathers were prepared, they were still taken aback by Irason’s bold assertion. Unfortunately, it was no use; the split personality had already triggered Irason’s hidden switch, transforming her into a monster of laziness.

In the end, under Susanna’s cold gaze and Tiffany’s tear-filled eyes, Irason comforted her daughter: "Faelga won’t leave you, my child; I promise to come back and see you once a month." (She didn’t! Later on, she completely forgot about visiting home, indulging herself out and about, too happy to think of Shu.)

With Susanna’s assistance, Tiffany ascended to the throne, becoming the Elf Queen, while Susanna took over the Elders’ Council, using thunderous means to intimidate everyone. To the subjects, the fact that the regent had driven Faelga away and yet supported her daughter as the new queen was seen as exceedingly benevolent, which directly opposed the prophecy about Faelga. And the Druids in the midst of power transition, who were directly overseen by Susanna’s Elders’ Council, groaned under the harsh decrees and even suspected that Faelga was the true benevolent queen.

"Benevolence is relative? Malice is eternal?"

Where did Irason go?

When Heinz discovered her mixed with the ranks of the Witherers, he almost had a heart attack.

"Your Majesty!"

She waved her hand, requesting Heinz to address her as Elder Irason.

"I’ve been exiled too, dear Heinz, just think of me as a mere elder."

Where does an ordinary elder come from – I’m the only elder in this group, do I even have control over you?

Then, Irason asked, "Heinz, have you found a direction for our tribespeople?"

"Yes, my lady... elder, I’ve found a lush forest for our exiled tribespeople, a place with a suitable climate and abundant resources, where we can definitely..."

"Heinz! Don’t you understand the meaning of exile? If I only wanted you to pick a new campsite, why bother casting you out of the Dream Forest! How could you settle for such degradation!"

Heinz bowed his head, promptly reflecting on his own actions.

"You are right! I will immediately abandon the original destination, looking for a barren desert nearby, to cleanse the hearts of the Witherers with poverty, sculpting the resilience of our people with the harshness of nature..."

"Heinz! Our tribespeople are already suffering, how can you torment them like this! Is your heart made of stone, can’t you see their weary looks?"

The heart of Heinz, the Witherer Druid, darkened as he sensed his true ordeal. It was Irason. This woman, such a hassle!

"Respected great Elder Irason, please guide our stricken people on a path!"

Irason, full of vigor, looked off into the distance.

"We shall visit the Blue Dragon Priest’s domain; new opportunities await us." Starting from scratch is exhausting; I want to go play with my brother Morocoy, leech off his fortune, and enjoy his estate’s luxuries. You lot have picked up a bargain.

Because Morocoy was dead and Moon Nafar ascended to become the City of Wandering, it took this banished elven group one year of outdoor survival before they set foot on the land of the City of Wandering.

"Brother Morocoy!!!" In the central area, just after the Twilight Memories event ended, the scholar spotted a massive green blob heading his way and promptly opened a portal to let the Green Dragon Priest face-plant into the mud.

"Hmm? Faelga, it’s been too long." The scholar chuckled softly at the joy of meeting an old friend.

"Brother! I missed you so much! And now I’ve changed my name to Irason, like you, inheriting the name of a great dragon."

"I understand, Irason." The scholar greeted amiably, "How have you been recently?"

The Green Dragon Priest put on a tearful performance.

"Brother!!! I, I have suffered so much!!! My soul was severely injured in the divine war, I can’t even handle daily life or govern, my people have started to despise me, my daughter despises me, my sisters despise me, now, I’ve brought those who were wounded by the war to live outdoors, exposed to the elements. I’ve... lost everything!!!" Irason stared at Morocoy with big, watery eyes that only showed "injury, hungry, food."

The scholar already felt a change in his dragon priest companion; she might have truly suffered a spiritual injury, gone mad. Seeing the terrible fate of a once comrade-in-arms, the scholar muttered sorrowfully, "You wouldn’t be the type who just didn’t want to work and ran away from home, would you?"