Sylvia heaved a sigh of relief. Looking at the tall Tree of Life in the distance, she finally relaxed her vigilance.
The last time she came to Dashiell, it was Noda and Many who escorted her!
Sylvia looked at the city walls of Dashiell and remembered Many's stunned expression when she first entered the Elven Royal City. She could not help but laugh.
She was silly back then, but now she could explore the world alone. This silly girl could not help but feel that compared to before, her progress was really amazing. Many of these were really reasons for her growth!
Thinking of this, Sylvia stepped into the core city of the Elves under the escort of the guards.
The "Day of Blessing" would officially begin in two days. Sylvia was not late.
After crossing the moat, the tranquil city was quite different from before. Unlike the liveliness of Karor, Dashiell's changes weren't that obvious. However, if one were to observe carefully, they would discover that the city's colors were much brighter.
The surrounding flower beds were filled with light pink flowers, covering the green grass of the past. The clothes of the Elves on the street had also changed a lot from the most simple dark green and brown to silver-white and flower-like orange-red. It seemed that with these changes, the Elves had also become more active. The streets were full of Elves who were shopping and preparing for the festival.
Soon, Sylvia came to the council area under the Tree of Life in the center of Dashiell. Elder Wendell was currently discussing something with several elders in the council hall. Sylvia was quietly wandering in her back garden, taking deep breaths and recalling all kinds of things that happened since she was young.
How should I walk my path in the future?
Sylvia felt that her life seemed to have become more and more exciting since Many joined her. She gave up the monotonous practice and became a mercenary with Many. She wandered in various unfamiliar areas, faced enemies and endured hardships together. Although she did not feel anything before, now that she thought about it, perhaps this was the various ways to make people mature. Experience was accumulated bit by bit in the process of experiencing these things.
After the Day of Blessing, she would definitely return to Many's side.
Every time Sylvia thought of many figures, the corners of her mouth would always slightly curl up. On this long journey alone, perhaps she could only truly calm down when she thought of him?
"Miss, the elder has just returned."
"Okay, got it."
Sylvia's thoughts were interrupted by the servant, and she walked towards the front hall.
"You've had a tough journey, my daughter."
Elder Wendell stretched out his arms and hugged his daughter with a smile. Sylner, on the other hand, was not as surprised as a little girl. She was very calm at the moment. Although she was happy, she still maintained a calm expression.
"Dad."
"What's wrong? That kid didn't follow you here?"
"Yes, he's a lord now, so he needs to be busy with many things."
"Hmph, but you care about him, don't you?"
Elder Wendell smiled and asked his daughter to sit down. "In the face of the undead's attack, he did a good job. At least he has his own force now. But in Saint-Rames, it's still uncertain whether he can walk a stable path. Those nasty parasites won't let him go."
"Yes, he will handle it well."
Sylvia understood her father's words very well. What her father said was the truth and very objective. Sylvia also understood that Many was about to face too many challenges. It might be the threat of the undead, the bloodsucking nobles, or even the conflicts in her territory.
The father and daughter chatted for a long time. As for Sylvia's marriage, Elder Wendell didn't say much. He just gave his opinion — "Let nature take its course."
It could be seen that in the eyes of this elder, Many was considered qualified.
"I'm going to visit Mom tomorrow. Father, aren't you coming?"
"Err … I'm not going. Your Sister Melanie has been transferred to Karo City, so —"
"It's okay. I'll go by myself."
Sylvia knew that her father had a lot of things to do, but it was not a problem for her to visit her mother.
However, there was one thing that Sylvia didn't understand. Her father had never visited her mother with her. When Nana was a child, she was told that her mother could not leave the temple for the rest of her life. She asked for the reason, but even her father didn't give her a clear answer. He just said, "It's the will of the Moon Goddess." As the "Day of Blessing" approached, Sylvia knew that she had to visit her mother.
Everything was so peaceful. The next day, Sylvia came to the temple.
The interior decorations of the temple had also changed a lot. There were more moist petals on the ground, and the faint fragrance in the air was refreshing. There were more elves in the spacious temple than usual. Many of them came to the temple to "pray", which was to pay their respects to the statue of the Moon Goddess.
Sylvia went straight to the main part of the temple, which was the hall where the statue of the Moon Goddess was worshiped.
Most of the elves didn't come here when they visited Dashiell. He only went to the library area at the side and didn't come to the area where the Moon Goddess was worshiped.
The hall was spacious and decorated in the typical style of the elves. However, it was more primitive and simple because the walls weren't smooth stone walls. Instead, there were thick vines and moss. The ground wasn't the stone pavement in other areas, but the most primitive soil with short grass and small wildflowers. It was as though the elves' innumerable years of history had accumulated here. Everything was tranquil and natural.
The hall was open-air. At night, the moonlight would illuminate the hall in a silver-white color. In the center was the Moon Goddess, Ellain, whom the elves worshiped.
The statue of the Moon Goddess wasn't tall and was only slightly larger than an ordinary elf.
The statue of the Moon Goddess was dressed in a simple white robe and looked very similar to the elves. However, her ears weren't as long as ordinary elves'. The statue didn't seem to be made of stone. Instead, it looked like a real elf standing there quietly.
Her arms were slightly spread out as though she was hugging something, and her eyes flickered with silver radiance.
No matter who it was, when they first saw this statue, they would not think of it as a statue. The faint aura emanating from her body was really not related to the word "statue".
After entering the main hall, Sylvia saluted the statue of the Moon Goddess in a well-behaved manner. Then, she walked to a small room by the side of the statue.
The decoration style of the room was exactly the same as the hall in the temple. It could even be said to be very "primitive". Sylvia's mother was meditating here quietly.
There didn't seem to be much to do as a priest in the temple. Sylvia's mother sat here all day, but it wasn't that she had nothing to do.
"Mother."
"Your steps are steadier, Nana."
Sylvia's mother had the same silver-white hair. She was dressed in a simple white robe and had an aura that was very similar to that of the statue. She gave off a strong feeling of otherworldliness.
This was Sylvia's mother, Marfala Silvermoon, who had never stepped out of the temple ever since she became a priest.
After so many years, Sylvia didn't know how powerful her mother was. She only knew that her father was a tier-10 expert with the title of "High Priest". Meanwhile, her mother was a priest of the temple, but she seemed to be just an ordinary elf.
But after so many years of experience, when Sylvia met her mother again, she felt the aura that ordinary people often ignored. It wasn't her mother's aura, but the aura that emanated from the statue, gentle and powerful.
The reunion with her mother wasn't as ecstatic as before. Sylvia chatted with her mother and talked about her adventures. Marfala, who looked like a sister to Sylvia, smiled faintly and listened to her daughter's words. Marfala always looked ethereal, and her every move carried a solemnity that ordinary people didn't have.
"Tomorrow is the day of prayer. Are you ready, Nana?"