Strongest Necromancer System Chapter 769: The Elven Festival

Elves embodied serenity and peace, their festivities reflecting that same tranquil demeanor! Many perched in treetops with dear ones, murmuring softly, or strolled forest paths, chuckling amid the joyful revelry. Orange glowing orbs fluttered through the woods, chasing away the night. These were Knolls, magical pet companions like fireflies that shone brightly, pursued by elven youngsters soaring airborne with hefty sticks.

Trees throughout bore assorted ornaments and suspended lanterns diffusing soothing natural aromas across the woods. The celebration spanned from Central Forest straight to the grand castle, where crowds wandered the grounds, chatting gleefully, as a tender elven orchestra performed a captivating melody atop a massive glowing platform near the castle. In elven society, all felt like kin, their extended lifespans weaving deep connections that averted serious rifts. Thus, royal kin mingled seamlessly with servants and guards on castle grounds, sharing drinks. Common folk passed through gates to toast nobility, while young royals frolicked and flew with other kids.

Bwwuuuhhhh!

Suddenly, a resounding horn blared across the forest, drawing every elf from castle grounds and woods to gaze at the vast balcony hosting several figures. Weapon-bearing guards flanked both sides, while a central herald boomed his words over the assembly.

"It is my great honor to welcome to the festival the rulers of Arandelle. Our benevolent King Farlow, and after so long, our gracious Queen Camille."

The announcer shifted aside with a deep bow, unveiling Farlow and Camille. Elves burst into cheers and applause, faces alight with joy at their reunited King and Queen. Decades had elapsed since last witnessing this, the depth of their longing only now revealed! Farlow and Camille waved smilingly, reveling in the ovation. Yet Farlow realized the true acclaim lay elsewhere, so he signaled the announcer, who pivoted back to the throng and declared!

"And now allow me to introduce you to the woman who made this all possible. The woman who risked her own life and faced the Queen of the Spirit world with bravery and courage to ensure that our Queen returned to us safely! We owe her family a debt of gratitude that can never truly be repaid! It is my honor to present to you, Lady Gina Marc, and her betrothed, the undying King, Lord Jason Marc!"

Cheers this time surpassed even those for the monarchs! Rumors had already spread among elves that Gina enabled the Queen's safe return! Spotting Jason and Gina emerge from the forest side by side further boosted her fame, as they identified Jason as the perpetrator of the Machina Massacre! At last, Jason and Gina stepped forth, overlooking the assembled elves. They now donned traditional Elven ceremonial garb gifted by royals—flowing robe-like dresses reaching ankles, sleeves enveloping hands fully, collars rising midway up necks. It evoked sect uniforms from murim novels Jason recalled from Earth, and upon first donning it, he was startled by Esdath's approving nod from within his Alternate Dimension.

A pristine white garment was presented to Gina, enhancing her crimson hair and eyes to sparkle with radiant brilliance, whereas Jason donned a somber attire that heightened his already intimidating stature! As the duo proceeded ahead, Jason granted Gina ample space to bask in the crowd's adulation. Farlow had hoped Gina would offer a few remarks to the assembly, yet she staunchly declined, unaccustomed to public oratory, so following the introductions, Farlow advanced to voice gratitude and encouragement, bidding the elves to savor the festival and revelry until dawn! Eventually, Gina and Jason blended into the celebrations too, with Jason pondering that this was likely the most tranquil festival he'd ever witnessed! Recollections of Radagan's festivity lingered, where dragonborn erupted in boisterous energy! They belted songs and whirled around a massive bonfire, awash in Firewhisky aplenty! Though the elves appeared thrilled, the atmosphere struck Jason like an upscale noble gala! All present exuded elegance and composure! Even ordinary folk comported themselves regally, with children's pursuits of soaring light orbs as the only sounds.

Jason wouldn't label the affair dull, given elves dancing and alcohol supplied, but he and Gina both recognized its shortfall against the prior Radagan revelry.

'Well, I shouldn’t be surprised. The elves have always been an elitist society. Even though they accept us, that doesn’t mean they can get rid of their base nature.'

That idea flickered in Jason’s mind while he compelled a smile toward a lovely elven lady conversing too intimately near him. Queen Camille had pulled Gina aside earlier to present her to her acquaintances, and the instant Gina abandoned Jason, young elven females surged toward him like bees to nectar. Jason merely grinned courteously, greeting those who neared excessively, yet he curtailed chats swiftly, slipping away elsewhere each time. He'd figured his genocider notoriety would diminish appeal among women, but he was utterly mistaken. Females seemed to desire his presence even more intensely now than previously!

'I guess what they say about women is right in any world. They love the thrill of being with a dangerous person.'

Jason at last located a peaceful nook shaded by a towering tree, thankful no one else neared. He drew a profound breath, exhaled serenely, then quaffed deeply from his beverage. Lifting his gaze to the vivid sky, he directed focus to his Legion's condition.