Chapter 57: Chapter 10: The Possibility of a Winged Elf Becoming a Mage
Chapter 57: Chapter 10: The Possibility of a Winged Elf Becoming a Mage
Seeing Auson ntion the Flower Fairy who taught and raised him, his mood suddenly dropped, and Char was silent for a while too.
He now understood why Auson, despite being scared away several tis, still persistently followed and wanted to remind Betty—it was because it was a Flower Fairy who had taken care of him as he grew.
Now that he had seen another Flower Fairy, who was also oblivious to the danger she was approaching, how could he just stand by and watch?
After a while, seeing that Auson was feeling a bit better with the encouragent and companionship of Betty and the Star Worm, Char began to examine the entire Garden Secret Realm closely.
Having listened to Auson’s story, he was completely certain that this place was safe, and naturally beca more relaxed and bold.
The small wooden house behind the main one was Auson’s Mushroom House, which was dark and damp inside, yet it cultivated a large number of precious and delicious fungi that were difficult for ordinary people to grow successfully.
Seeing this Mushroom House, Char couldn’t help but rejoice imnsely.
Even if there were no other gains, this alone would make the trip worthwhile.
Because this Mushroom House could be directly moved to his carriage and help him complete an Upgrade Task directly, not only saving him a lot of ti and effort but also allowing him to earn fifty strands of Praying Power in a short period of ti.
‘It seems I really need to push forward the plan to recruit my fifth Magic Pet.’
Char was in high spirits.
After thoroughly enjoying the sight of all the strange and mouthwatering mushrooms in the Mushroom House, Char returned to the main wooden house.
…
In the bedroom, golden sunlight stread through the window onto the bed, and a gentle breeze fluttered the light green sheer curtains, like the tenderness of spring.
Char’s gaze fell on the picture fra on the bedside table, his expression slightly surprised.
It was a self-portrait, painted with a delicate touch and fresh, natural colors, likely the likeness of the house’s original owner.
However, what surprised Char was not the handso features of the portrait’s subject, nor the pointed ears and tranquil temperant, but rather the pair of soft, pure white wings behind him.
The original owner of this Garden Secret Realm was actually a Winged Elf!
This was truly beyond Char’s expectations.
Truthfully, he had considered that the owner of the secret realm might be an Elf.
After all, a Mage who was close to nature, liked to stay in the forest, and planted a large number of flowers preferred by the Elf race—whose aesthetic also clearly revealed Elf sensibilities—was very likely an Elf Mage.
Of course, aside from an Elf Mage, it was also possible that they could be a human Mage or witch, or a Mage from another intelligent species.
Anyway, before seeing this self-portrait, Char had never considered that the owner could be a Winged Elf.
Because even among Elves, Winged Elves are considered the most secluded and rarest subspecies.
The vast majority of people don’t even know of their existence within the Elf race.
The most noticeable feature of Winged Elves is their soft wings, which are usually pure white, but can also be gray, brown, black, or even spotted.
Their skin is as white as porcelain, their eyes are bigger and more expressive than other Elves, shining blue or green, and a very small number of Winged Elves have violet eyes, like pure athysts.
The Winged Elf in the self-portrait indeed had violet eyes.
Winged Elves possess superb flight skills, capable of soaring over towering snow-capped mountains, flying at high speeds even in thin air. They usually have outstanding talent in swordsmanship and archery, along with notable Magic talents.
‘I wonder why this Winged Elf chose to live alone in the Florence Forest,’ Char mused as he carefully studied the beautiful self-portrait.
The habits of Winged Elves are sowhat similar to eagles and griffons, usually residing in high mountains. Due to their rare numbers, they value their kin highly and would typically not leave their community.
Moreover, Winged Elves tend to have a sense of superiority over all creatures that can’t fly—they feel a heartfelt pity for these flightless beings, and so even show a mocking attitude.
Therefore, it’s rare for Winged Elves to live on the ground.
Apart from the information revealed by the self-portrait that had sowhat surprised Char, there was nothing else noteworthy in the bedroom.
So he quickly left the bedroom and made his way to the study.
Standing at the entrance to the study, Char felt excited and expectant, with a trace of nervousness.
If there was one place in the Garden Secret Realm that he was most looking forward to, it was undoubtedly the study.
For it might hold the key to unlocking the door to magic.
Having crossed into a fantasy world, how could he not yearn to beco a Mage?
Warriors, Knights, Assassins, Rangers, and Archers, even though they possessed Extraordinary Power and were magical, how could they compare to the noble “Master”?
In gas, for the sake of class balance, planners would boost the combat effectiveness of non-magical Professions to be on par with magical ones.
After all, in the sa ga, it just wouldn’t do to have so Professions overwhelmingly powerful and others exceedingly weak, would it?
Who would play the weaker Professions?
Is that self-torture?
Wouldn’t the planning and design of these Professions be a waste?
But that’s inside the ga!
In reality, non-magical Professions could never be more powerful than magical ones.
So, as a transmigrator, nobody would not want to beco a revered “Master.” Even if one couldn’t beco a “Master,” at least they should possess so magical ability.
Char, of course, never intended to remain an archer forever.
How high is the ceiling for an archer?
Until now, he had no direction, unable to learn spells even if he wished to, forcing him to bury this desire deep in his heart.
Now, the opportunity was right in front of him.
With an excited heart, he pushed open the door to the study and was greeted by the scent of books and ink, prompting Char to take a deep breath.
Behind the desk was an entire bookshelf filled with books, yet only a small portion of the titles were written in the universal language—the only language Char knew.
The majority of the other books were written in text he didn’t recognize, and in several different scripts at that.
Char figured so of them must surely be in Elf Language.
His eyes scanned the books with recognizable titles and soon focused on the desk.
On the desk was a finely-made small bookcase containing several books that seed purposefully selected, with a stack of paper beside it, looking like torn-out pages from a journal, held down with a pen.
These must be the key information the owner of the Secret Realm intended to leave behind.
Unlike the stereotype of a mysterious, aloof, inscrutable Mage who might leave behind deadly traps for those who followed, this Winged Elf Mage clearly hoped that his legacy would be inherited by others.
Besides the bookcase and ssage, at the foot of the desk, one could see a pile of ashes—remnants that suggested they used to be a notebook.
The notebook must have been burned many years ago, yet ti in the Secret Realm seed frozen, capturing everything as it was, such that even after so many years, the ashes remained unchanged.
They had not been scattered by the wind nor had they vanished; they even retained the appearance of the notebook.
Looking at the burned notebook and the torn page on the desk, although it seed inappropriate, a faint smile involuntarily crept onto Char’s face.
It seems that one of the things people in any world most want to do before they die is to burn their notebooks, delete their browsing histories, destroy their hidden folders, and physically demolish their hard drives.
With this smile, Char stepped forward, ready to carefully read the information left by the master of the Secret Realm.
Then, he was stunned.
Because he could not understand it at all, not even remotely, without any chance to even guess.
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