523 WHAT SHE CAN DO
"Even though you broke our rules, we still believe what you did was the right thing to do."
Confused, Veronica asked, "What rule did I break?"
"Like bringing a human into our land," Juvelius cooly pointed it out.
Veronica's heart skipped a bit. "You..."
Juvelius chuckled. "Please don't think no one noticed."
"Everyone did?"
"Everyone except the ones who didn't learn to fight."
"It means all the soldiers. Why didn't you mention it before? Is it because you believe what I did was the right thing to do?"
"It can be. Also, since it's you, the Holiness aka the sacred Dragon's Blood, it's not us who can say anything to you. The only person who can say anything is His Majesty the King."
"Are you going to tell him?"
"No, we don't care what you do. No one will report anything about you to him."
"But then..."
"Please don't make a mistake by thinking we will burn him alive. Even His Majesty the King won't be upset with you. The reason we are elves is because we drank the dragon's blood. We owe Him, the scared Dragon. And you are carrying His blood. To us, you are like a living God."
Veronica thought for a moment and then asked, "Since I am the 'living God', I can do whatever I want here?"
"Yes," Juvelius confirmed. "If this is our land, then it means this land also belongs to you."
"So, basically, I'm the ruler of this realm."
"You have all the power to rule but you are not the ruler yet."
"Thank you for all the information. I'm glad you talked to me about this."
Veronica felt a unique emotion. She was never a power-hungry person but she had the urge to do an experiment on them. However, she held herself back.
"I'm glad I could help you out. If you need anything, please let me know," Juvelius humbly said. "I live in the next tree."
"I will, thank you."
Urulas shot daggers at Ovior with his eyes while leaving the living room.
Only after Veronica came forward, they stopped.
Urulas shot daggers at Ovior with his eyes while leaving the living room.
Veronica let out a deep sigh. She looked at Ovior and said, "Anyway, the reason I came here is because I want to discuss something."
"What is it?" Ovior inquired.
"I think we should let the Elvish King know that you are here," Veronica suggested. "Hiding you won't solve anything. You might face danger later on."
"I don't mind meeting that king of yours. I'm here to keep an eye on you anyway," Ovior shrugged as he didn't care. "Did Arthur contact you?"
Veronica frowned, stating the obvious, "How's he going to contact me? We can't use magic here."
"You still have your magical communication device, don't you?"
"Yes, what of it?"
"It's already a magical artifact," Ovior explained. "You don't have to use magic to communicate with him."
Veronica's eyes widened in surprise. The corners of her lips rose higher.
"Is it? Why didn't you say so earlier?!"
"You never asked. I just got curious and asked you." Afterward, Ovior proposed an idea, "Listen, if anything happens to me, you need to contact him as soon as possible."
"Even if I do, he can't do anything. He doesn't know how to get inside the portal. He doesn't even know where the portal is!"
"That's not necessarily true..."
Ovior didn't mention anything else.
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Later, in the evening, Urulas went to the palace.
Two gigantic doors opened as he stood in front of them. The throne room came to his view.
He stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
"Your Majesty," he greeted, "have you been well?"