The Elven Evolution: Starting With 1 Million SSSR Skills-Chapter 106: [] Golden Goose

Spirit magic was a form of summoning magic that could be found among mages, but it was the rarest form of summoning alongside necromancy.

It was a type of magic that could not be learned, as spirit summoners were born with the talent right from their birth.

But there were a few caveats associated with spirit summoning.

To summon a spirit, one must first commune with them and sign a contract that favours both parties.

Only then would they become a carrier of the spirit’s essence, which enables them to call upon their aid at all times.

Eliron began clapping as he walked towards the gigantic spirit.

The spirit was nearly ten feet tall, with its body entirely made out of tree bark. It had large twisting antlers on its head, and in its eyes was a void, devoid of light.

A Leshy.

A B-Rank summon no less!

The more Agnes showed her potential, the more impressed Eliron got.

There was only one problem.

Just as Eliron got to her, the leshy let out a loud shrill, its bloodlust causing an eerie sensation to descend upon the area.

Thorny vines burst out of its abdomen, each one charging towards Eliron as the Leshy leaped towards him.

Eliron waited, and then at the last moment, he delivered a simple downward swing, cleaving the spirit in two.

Agnes’ eyes widened as she watched her summon dissipate into green embers, fizzling away into nothing.

"M-monster..." she stuttered, her breaths heavy as she stumbled forward.

Eliron caught her before she could fall, a wide grin on his face as he patted her head.

"That was excellent!" He praised her.

"I’m older than you, you know, right?" She complained, frowning at him.

She no doubt wanted to take his hand off her head, but she was too tired to even move her limbs.

"Huh? Older than me? What makes you think so?"

Agnes blinked. "I know the day you were birthed!"

Eliron tilted his head to the side. "Do you know the second title for the elven lord?"

Agnes looked confused by his question, which only made him smile.

"The FATHER of elves." He said proudly. "How can a child be older than their father?"

"What sort of wishy-washy logic is that..."

"Anyways—!" Eliron said, interrupting her. "That spell is still far greater than what you can handle at this point."

Summoned spirits depended on their master’s mana to materialize in the physical world.

Right now, Agnes was still too weak to keep him active for more than ten seconds.

"But he’s my s-strongest summon." She huffed. "How can a Summoner fight without her spirits?"

Eliron stroked his chin.

"Stick to using D-class spirits for now. Make use of their quantity to make up for what they lack in quality, then slowly work your way up."

"Th-that..." she paused and thought it through. "That is not a bad idea, really. Thank you!"

"You’re welcome." Eliron placed his golden goose gently on the grass like she was a piece of antique glass.

Then he turned to the others and screamed at the top of his voice.

"Alright, you maggots! You have ten minutes to rest, we are hiking up the Heart-snatcher Mountains next!"

A wave of groans followed.

Ash glanced at the scene and scratched his head. "I hope they don’t end up dead after this..."

He had seen the way Eliron pushed himself whenever he wanted to get things done, and frankly, it wasn’t natural in any way...

If he was to subject the elves to such treatment...

He turned to Terra, who was standing next to him, sweat already pooling up on his brows.

"I hope Lady Yennefer will arrive soon—"

As if on cue, a large shadow washed over them, followed by a loud bestial roar that cut through the wind.

Ash and Terra looked up to see Yennefer lazily sitting on the wyvern’s back as the monster soared through the sky.

The wyvern had a net tied underneath it, filled up to the brim with countless large rocks.

"She’s more like a dragon rider than a priest these days, isn’t she?" Ash commented just as she descended next to Eliron.

Whoosh!

The wyvern unleashed a gust of wind, causing Eliron to close his eyes to prevent dust from invading them.

The wyvern cut itself free from the net, then raised a paw to help Yennefer down.

She took one glance around and sighed deeply when she saw Eliron’s handiwork.

"I swear, you work me like a dog these days! I’m not some infinite mana source that you can use at will!"

Eliron summoned the infinity pouch and stuffed his hand into it, a blank expression on his face.

"You expect me to heal all fifty of these rookies? You might as well ask me to jump off a cliff—"

Yennefer paused when Eliron brought out a bag of jerky.

He pulled out two strips of meat and offered it to her.

Yennefer folded her hands across her chest and frowned.

"Can you heal them for me, pretty please?"

Yennefer scoffed. "What was that? I can’t hear you properly..."

Eliron doubled it.

She caught a quick glance and cleared her throat.

"I think my ears are beginning to clear... what was that again?"

"Hryuu!" The wyvern sang, its eyes staring greedily at the meat.

Eliron sighed, muttering the word ’scammer’ under his breath as he doubled the meat yet again.

"Ohhh!" Yennefer stretched and waved her hand at a few elves. "I think I still have enough mana for about... umm... ten of them—"

Before she could finish speaking, Eliron doubled it yet again, now holding sixteen strips of dried meat!

Yennefer suddenly smiled wide, snatching it from his hand, her cheeks blushed a deep shade of pink.

"I’ll heach ghem aftcher eaching..." she said between mouthfuls.

Eliron sighed. "Sure, sure..."

"What is the meaning of this?!" A cold, sharp voice cut through the groans of the elves.

Both Eliron and Artie immediately turned in the direction of the voice, only to see a complete stranger.

An elegant woman walked into the clearing, her every step laced with grace.

The mysterious woman had long black hair that went down to her waist, pink eyes reminiscent of sakura blossoms, and an oppressive aura about her. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

There was a mage’s staff hanging on her back, dozens of runes etched on the pristine pink wood, each one glowing faintly.

She took one glance at the area, her eyes moving from one injured elf to the next, before they landed on Eliron, who was holding a sword in his hand, the large wyvern, and Yennefer, who was eating like a ravenous beast.

"Huh? Who is that?" Yen muttered.

The woman’s expression twisted in rage.

"You bastards." It was a direct insult, and yet her words somehow still sounded elegant.

In the blink of an eye, she grabbed her staff from her back and pointed the gem right at Eliron.

"Who are you? And how dare you assault the noble elves of Artaris?!"

Black mana began to surge around her. For now, it was calm, but soon it would rupture, leaving only darkness in its wake.

Because Eliron had sensed it from the moment she unleashed her mana.

The woman threatening him so brazenly was a dark mage, a child of darkness...