I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 781

chapter 21 Golden High Elves
Both have golden hair and golden eyes, but compared to Verafia’s soft golden hair like the light of dawn, and her beautiful golden eyes that burn from the depths, like flowing flames. The elven youth, on the other hand, seemed like pure gold, dazzling and full of nobility.
“Hmm, he should be a High Elf,” Ain said into her ear.
Ig said with relief, “So that’s how it is. No wonder his aura is so arrogant.”
Elves are a race with a long history. Besides the two goddesses of life and the moon, and the Wood Elves and Silver Moon Elves, there also exist races like High Elves.
Compared to the Wood Elves and Silver Moon Elves, who make up the vast majority of the elf population, High Elves are even rarer.
Ig had heard Verafia say that when she came to the Elf Empire a hundred years ago, the total number of High Elves in the entire elf population might not have exceeded ten thousand.
This is because the chance of High Elves breeding with each other is pitifully low, comparable to that of King-ranked dragons. Instead, these elves are more often born from the golden fruits of the World Tree, hence they are also called “Golden Elves.”
Despite their rarity, High Elves have undoubtedly often played more dazzling roles in elven history.
Before the rise of humans, during the prosperous era of the Elf Empire, it was proudly called the “Golden Age” by the elves, a hymn to the High Elves.
They were not only more talented, comparable to dragons, and could easily reach platinum, a realm extremely difficult for ordinary people, and even higher.
Born from golden fruits, they were naturally the nobles of the elves, and almost every Elf King in tens of thousands of years of elven history was born from them.
Therefore, High Elves arrogantly call themselves the “royal family of elves,” and even ancient elves like Ain from the Life Holy Tree or Moon Elves born from the Moon Well might not be able to compare with them.
“But why would this elf, who calls himself a noble, bully such a small child?”
Upon hearing the simple explanation, Ophi became even more confused and asked, tilting her little head.
Verafia, held in her arms, also struggled to prop up her small body, her large golden eyes wide, her tender little hands grasping soft strands of hair, with a look of confusion similar to the Ice Dragon Girl.
Ig could see Irene beside him, her face slightly lowered, her silver eyelashes slightly closed beneath her silver hair, and her hands gripping tightly.
That silver-haired elven girl was a Silver Moon Elf, like Irene.
Previously, Ain had comforted Irene, not blaming them because of the Black Moon Tide… but it was difficult to say how many people would take their anger out on the Silver Moon Elves because of it.
“Oh. Could it be a rare Dragon Clan lady?”
Suddenly, a clear, young voice was heard. A Wood Elf with a handsome face appeared before them. He was wearing a robe with golden thread embroidery of the holy tree on the cuffs, looking like a priest.
“You might not know, but this is the famous Young Master Bethel. Unfortunately, this Young Master Bethel knows neither swords nor spells, and dares not fight those who have fallen into darkness. For the sake of his noble pride, he can only use the name ‘High Elf’ to scare people… tsk, now he can only bully small children.”
The elven priest looked at the golden-haired elf. Although he used a respectful address, his tone was full of mockery.
“Bethel?” Ig asked, turning his head.
“That’s the son of the town elder. By the grace of the Goddess, although he wasn’t born from a golden fruit, he fortunately inherited half of the golden bloodline. If he looked like his mother who is a Wood Elf, heh… I really wanted to see his face back then.” The elven youth scoffed.
As they were talking, the golden-haired youth’s face turned even redder with anger, his hands trembling with rage, and the sword adorned with magnificent gems was unsheathed.
However, there was no need for Ig to make a move; several passers-by had already stopped him, and even the guards accompanying the High Elf held his hand tightly, fearing that this noble young master would act rashly.
“You bastards, let me go! I am a noble, a noble person of gold! How can I allow this sinner’s little whore to insult me!”
The noble youth struggled with a flushed face, his powerful platinum aura unrestrained. He roared at the elven swordsmen who were blocking him: “You lowly members of the Wood Elves, now that your race has become Elf King, you dare to stand in front of the people of gold?”
“Twenty years ago, if not for the sacrifice of His Majesty the Holy Spirit King, you would have long been swallowed by the demons and the darkness brought by such sinners! How could you have today!”
Shouting desperately, the noble elf was forcibly dragged away and put into a carriage.
With the farce over, the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed.
Verafia rolled her big eyes, lifted her little face, and asked crisply, “Elf King… and Holy Spirit King?”
“That was the Elf King twenty years ago; he was also a High Elf. However, the current Elf King Your Majesty is a Wood Elf.”
Ig ruffled her little head and said with a smile.
These were things Ain had told him and Verafia before, but now that she had become a child, the girl had forgotten.
The drastic changes in the elves today originated from the Black Moon Tide twenty years ago, and even more so for the High Elves.
On the night of the Black Moon’s arrival, the territories of the golden nobles crumbled, and the Elf King sacrificed himself to contain the tide of darkness. However, what affected them even more was the erosion of the World Tree by the dark moon.
—High Elves originated from the golden fruits of the World Tree. After being eroded by the dark moon, the blow to the High Elves was undoubtedly severe.
After the chaos of the dark moon tide, a Wood Elf maiden came to Sky City and became the new Elf Queen.
“Although I also deeply admire His Majesty the Holy Spirit King… after all these years, Her Majesty the Holy Queen has also paid a lot. How could he say such a thing?”
Ain said indignantly, “These guys are always thinking about their ‘noble’ status, and it’s truly detestable that they would bully such a small child.”
“After all, among every race, there are always those with low character. Didn’t Miss Ain also say that many High Elves fought against Dark Elves, and that in the past, it wasn’t for lack of support from High Elves that Her Majesty Sylvia could become the Elf King?”
Ig said.
Sylvia is the name of the current Elf Queen. Legend has it that she received a divine revelation from the Goddess of Life, saved the collapsing Sacred Tree, and prevented Sky City from being destroyed.
This was also something Ain had mentioned. Although the rule of the High Elves had disintegrated, they still held considerable influence… For example, after the sacrifice of the Holy Spirit King, it would have been difficult for the “Miracle Maiden” Sylvia, who saved Sky City, to become the new Elf King without the support of the High Elves.
“As for that fellow… who transfers his malice to others because his pride has been crushed, he is simply an incompetent dandy. He has only the name of a noble; the so-called glory of his bloodline and the honor of his ancestors are merely rotten worms that feed on blood and decay.”
Ig shifted his gaze away. He had always disdained such “noble” incompetent dandies in the past, let alone now.
He shook his head, put the fellow’s name out of his mind, and said to the girls with a smile, “Let’s go too.”