Because she awakened a unique bloodline talent—one that has only appeared once in recorded history: the Elental Affinity Bloodline!
Upon hearing these words, the nobles and ministers gathered in the royal court could no longer maintain their composure. Exclamations erupted from all corners of the grand hall.
"What?! The Elental Affinity Bloodline?!"
"You an the legendary bloodline that allows its bearer to absorb a portion of their enemy's mana during battle?"
"The one whose elental force can pierce through magical shields, absorb free-floating elents, and use them to restore their mana during combat? That's practically an innate dominator of the elents!"
"Wasn't that the very sa bloodline possessed by the Mage God of the Elents ten thousand years ago?!"
All eyes turned to Elena in shock.
The Elental Affinity Bloodline—this mythical talent—was well-known to anyone who had ever studied magic. It was one of the strongest bloodlines across the continent, arguably the most suitable for learning and mastering magic. No one dared to say otherwise.
Unlike ordinary mages who had to slowly draw in elental energy through ditation and their internal mana cores, those with the Elental Affinity Bloodline faced no such bottlenecks. They could effortlessly absorb the essence of magic from the world—and from others—simply by engaging in combat.
In essence, this bloodline allowed one to command any elent with ease and to learn virtually any spell. It was a gift made for battle. As long as there was a fight to be had, the wielder of this bloodline would never run out of mana.
An elderly scholar stood in the corner, dazed, clutching an ancient to. He read aloud slowly, reverently:
"According to the records, the last ti this bloodline appeared was in the body of the Mage God of the Elents, over ten thousand years ago."
"The Mage God of the Elents was a figure of both righteousness and chaos. With this divine bloodline, he rose to unimaginable heights in just a few short decades. Even Grand Archmages could only look up to him in awe."
"At that ti, the six great kingdoms that flourished with magical power joined forces—uniting all of their Grand Archmages and High-Rank Mages—in an attempt to bring him down. But their armies were crushed, as if swept away by a tidal wave."
"After wiping out the six kingdoms, he ruled for several decades. Then, growing weary of power and politics, he vanished—slipping through the dinsions, leaving behind nothing but legends."
"And now… to witness this divine body reappear after ten thousand years… I could die without regret."
The old scholar's voice trembled with emotion, and the others in the hall were equally stirred. Their gazes fell on Elena with awe, as if watching a brilliant new star rise above the horizon.
Elena stood with her hands on her hips, chin raised proudly, and gave a mocking wrinkle of her nose toward Thunder Knight Commander Yelude and the ministers who had spoken against her before.
"Hmph! Didn't you all say I had no talent? What do you have to say now?"
"My father was so amazing. How could I possibly be untalented?"
At her words, Commander Yelude's expression turned grim, his eyes locked onto Elena with a cold, murderous glint. Such an extraordinary talent was bad news for him—very bad. If he couldn't claim her for his own, she would inevitably beco a major threat. She had to be eliminated.
"Heh… Congratulations, Your Majesty, on gaining such a prodigy," Yelude said with a hollow smile. "But… I would advise that Your Majesty protect her well. After all, only those geniuses who live long enough to grow are truly geniuses. Those who fall halfway… are nothing."
He bowed respectfully, but the threat in his words was clear as day.
Yevna's gaze chilled as she replied flatly, "That won't be necessary, Thunder Knight Commander. Defending the northern border is your responsibility."
"You—hmph!" Yelude snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Watching the Empress and the Commander clash head-on, the nobles grew even more uneasy. None dared speak; they lowered their heads, pretending to adjust their sleeves.
Yevna, however, allowed herself a faint smile as she watched Yelude storm off.
Elena's bloodline filled her with greater joy than anyone could imagine. As for Yelude's threats?
As the daughter of a legendary powerhouse, there was no way Elena didn't have protective asures left behind by her father. And besides—how could an empress like her ever allow harm to co to the girl?
"Now that Elena possesses such a bloodline, I assu no one here still objects to adopting her as my goddaughter and conferring upon her the title of princess?"
Who would dare oppose now?
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations to the little princess!"
"Excellent. Then let it be known throughout the empire: From this day forth, Elena shall be granted the title of Princess of Eternity!"
"Also… as for her bloodline—should anyone dare to leak so much as a word of this information…"
Yevna's eyes turned icy, her killing intent radiating like a blade. The chill that filled the hall made everyone present tremble involuntarily.
None of them doubted her. Anyone who leaked this secret to an enemy kingdom would be torn to pieces without hesitation.
After the formal declaration, Yevna took Elena's hand and left the detection chamber, accompanied by waves of formal bows and farewells.
In the Capital—Magus Tower
The Magus Tower, ho of the empire's Grand Magus and Yevna's own ntor, Eldritch, stood tall above the city skyline. It was protected by countless magical arrays and loyal guards, making it one of the most secure places in the empire.
At that mont, inside the tower, Eldritch, Empress Yevna, General Ursula, and several High-Rank Mages of the royal household were gathered.
As for Elena? She had already wandered off to explore, full of curiosity.
Yevna didn't worry about her safety—not here, not in the heart of the Magus Tower.
"Everyone," Yevna began from the head seat, her tone solemn, "what are your thoughts on Elena's bloodline?"
Leonchi gave a small bow before speaking. "Such a peerless gift must be nurtured with the full might of the empire."
"However, the Elental Affinity Bloodline does not follow the conventional path of cultivation. ditation has no effect. She can only grow stronger by absorbing elental force through combat."
"At present, she has no mana foundation. I propose building a special Trial Arena, where a variety of low-tier spellbeasts can be contained. Once Eldritch teaches her the fundantals of magic, she can hunt them to train safely while tempering her will."
The others paused in thought before nodding in agreent.
"Lord Leonchi makes a valid point. Though born for battle, a bloodline like hers is still fragile in its early stages."
"Sending her into real combat would be reckless. Hunting spellbeasts will build her strength and fortitude at a manageable pace."
Yevna turned to an old man in a black robe. "Morris, the construction of the Trial Arena will be entrusted to the Shadow Council."
"At once, Your Majesty."
Morris bowed deeply. His loyalty and efficiency were beyond question.
"Your Majesty," Eldritch added solemnly, "while strength is essential, character is even more so."
"Elena is only eight years old. Her personality is still forming. I recomnd that ntors from Sanctum of Light Academy provide her with moral instruction."
"Additionally, she should be exposed to magic arrays, potion-making, tactical planning… She doesn't need to master them all, but she must at least be familiar."
Having experienced betrayal from a forr disciple, Eldritch now valued character far more than re talent.
Yevna nodded, noting it down. She had no desire to raise a monster who knew only how to kill.
Just then, she noticed Ursula shifting as if she had sothing to say.
"Ursula, is sothing on your mind?"
The general stepped forward, bowed, and hesitated before saying, "Your Majesty, I've been thinking for so ti now… and I believe—I may have figured out who Elena's father is!"
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