Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2857: 1565: Moli's Past

“Your Excellency, your face seems somewhat familiar to me.”

Teresa fluttered her long lashes, her starlit eyes scanning Moli’s face back and forth in deep thought.

“Are you saying you’ve met me somewhere before?”

Moli looked clearly surprised and started scrutinizing Teresa closely in response.

Then, she shook her hand casually and, adopting a big-sister manner, remarked, “No way, you look like you’ve only just finished your coming-of-age rite, probably just over 200 years old at most. When I journeyed through the Ten Thousand Clans, you hadn’t even been born yet.”

“Your Excellency makes sense; it really is quite strange.”

At these words, a trace of uncertainty entered Teresa’s voice as well.

Watching this exchange, Leo Ray felt a surge of curiosity and nodded pensively.

From the intel he possessed, just as Moli had noted before, while Forest Elves aren’t mortal foes like Light Elves and Dark Elves, they carry a proud air and disdain the two races for their endless infighting, so their contacts remain extremely rare.

In that context, Teresa, being a Dark Elf, truly couldn’t have crossed paths with Moli, particularly since the latter had lingered trapped in a space rift for ages.

“I got it! I’ve seen Your Excellency in a magic painting back in the clan!”

Moments later, Teresa’s starry eyes sparkled as she exclaimed, “Wait, no—that painting is ancient history, at least two thousand five hundred years old, so it must be your ancestor I saw! You just resemble that Forest Elf in it so strikingly!”

“Oh?”

Leo Ray’s interest sharpened at this, and he leaned in to hear more.

Moli froze briefly upon hearing this, then seemed to grasp the situation, frantically waving her hands: “I’ve got an ordinary look; you’ve got it wrong!”

“Really? Your Excellency’s face and build match that Forest Elf in the painting perfectly.”

Teresa propped her chin on her hand, gazing at Moli a bit longer before inquiring, “Could there truly be no link between Your Excellency and the Forest Language Singer of the Forest Elves?”

“Fine, you win. Yes, I truly hail from the Forest Language Singer lineage of the Forest Elves.”

With Teresa exposing her background outright, Moli sighed in resignation and nodded, her earlier plan to dodge the truth foiled.

“No surprise this lady kept brushing off Teresa before; she knew Teresa might uncover her secret.”

Leo Ray stroked his chin lightly, giving a subtle nod.

In his dealings with Moli, he’d picked up from her speech that she held notable standing among Forest Elves, yet since she concealed it, he’d held back from prying.

Evidently now, Forest Language Singer was Moli’s real heritage, granting her a unique position among Forest Elves; otherwise, she wouldn’t feature in a Dark Elf’s magic painting.

“Didn’t anticipate Teresa spotting this detail.”

Leo Ray offered a faint smile before asking, “Saintess Madam, just what is a Forest Language Singer?”

“Replying to Your Majesty, I belong to the Dark Elves’ Priest Family, which Your Majesty knows well, and the Forest Language Singer serves as the Priest Family for the Forest Elves.”

Teresa picked up on the vibe too, flashing Moli an apologetic smile first, then answering Leo Ray: “In the first few centuries of the Era of Blankness, our Dark Elves shared close ties with Forest Elves, and that magic painting dates from then, showing my forebears conducting a Holy Ceremony alongside the Forest Language Singer.”

“Priests from Dark Elves and Forest Elves holding a joint ceremony? What sort was it?”

Curiosity etched deeper on Leo Ray’s features; he nodded for Teresa to go on.

“Let me take it from here.”

Moli pressed her lips together reluctantly and seized the explanation: “To grasp the true origins, we have to go back to the Silver Moon Era.”

“In that divine golden age blessed by the Deities, priests didn’t just lead festivities like today; they carried a holier duty—receiving divine oracles and heeding the Deity’s directives.”

A rare solemn reverence graced Moli’s fair, luminous face as she pressed on.

“Hence, Priest Families across the Ten Thousand Clans rose as elite lineages, birthing the most Chosen Sons of God, the greatest number of Demigods, and even fresh Deities who ascended to the Divine Realm, forever revered by the Ten Thousand Clans.”

“Showered in Deity blessings, those Priest Families stood equal to clan Royal Families back then, with some even eclipsing them in glory.”

Here, Moli let out a soft sigh before adding: “Yet the Era of Blankness crashed in abruptly, as Deities withdrew their favor from this world, and the fallout showed clearly.”

“Without divine oracles, priests lost the ear of the Ten Thousand Clans’ survivors?”

Leo Ray nodded in contemplation once more, then probed: “So what happened with that joint ceremony between Dark Elf and Forest Elf priests afterward?”

“In the opening centuries after the Era of Blankness began, even top powers like Forest Elves and Dark Elves refused to accept that Deities had forsaken the Ten Thousand Clans. They believed their faith fell short, blocking the Deity’s voice from reaching them.”