Chapter 577 The Princess and the Guide: Azzy's Unexpected Encounter
In the skies above 36000 ft altitude, a private jet was moving at supersonic speeds amidst the bad weather.
It was raining heavily and the thunder was rumbling as if Zeus is angry, but the aerial vehicle didn't land at any safe location.
With translucent natural energy covering the plane, the elf was just piloting it as if there was no problem at all. His superior visibility only helped him better.
Meanwhile, in the passenger section, Azzy was entertaining his stubborn sister by playing along with the children's toys while their mother was quietly watching them from the side.
Every mother in the world wants her children to get along with each other. Izora wasn't any different.
A few years ago, when little Affea was born, Azzy became distant from his family, and despite how he visited them for dinner or lunch every once in a while, she could still feel that her son felt a bit lonely.
Fortunately, Affea was very much attached to her brother and the latter treats her like a princess, willing to follow her orders and spoil her very much.
She has a complaint about that spoiling part but she couldn't say no to Azzy and let him spoil her as much as he wants as he only meets them once in a while. She can try disciplining her daughter during the rest of the time as the little girl slowly grows up.
The plane traveled for atleast six hours straight before it suddenly touched an invisible barrier and disappeared from the material world entirely.
After a while, the Garcia family of three and Kylan Crescent were shifted from the airplane to a chopper as they flew toward the tallest building one could see in the region. Shaped in the form of a pyramid, its height almost reached 2000 meters, almost double the height of the tallest building in the world of Gaia.
Azzy and his family were quite surprised to see the buildings around. They looked quite similar to that of metropolitan cities contrary to his expectations.
When one thinks of elves, one would think of forests, bows and arrows, and probably a beautiful castle for the royals. But, the scenery before Azzy's eyes is completely different.
There were flyovers, flying taxis, metro trains, and skyscrapers all around. It is more modern and busier than any modern civilian city.
And yet, the elves who were escorting them were wearing traditional robes and such. It doesn't match Azzy's views. Neither could Izora believe her eyes.
As for little Affea who never stepped out of the clan village, it was a completely different world. Her eyes are glued to the window as she was staring at the magnificent city glowing in the darkness.
Azzy couldn't help but activate his Aura Sensing, extending his range as much as possible.
A look of surprise appeared on his face as he saw the sheer number of elves present in the village, "Nearly 1 million elves? The elven community is thriving well. 14800sq.km of area is by no means small; this land is as large as a small country. Compared to this, our death clan village is just nothing. No wonder that guy (Neremyn Searvale) acted so arrogant. I thought it is because he is in the supreme realm."
As Azzy became slightly envious of how prosperous the elves had become, the Reaper's voice echoed in his head, bringing him back to the earth, "Still, they only have only one pseudo demigod, three supreme realm Arcana Masters and less than ten legendary realm Arcana Masters."
"Hmm, that's correct." Azzy felt like the Death Clan is more powerful regarding the strength side. "Ancestor Qridus is a true demigod and I have the undead Hydra in the demigod realm. Both of us should be enough to defeat them all."
"Well, in theory, you could." Even the Reaper didn't think it was arrogant of his host to underestimate the others. He actually believed that Azzy practically could end the elven civilization on his own if he goes all out without caring about consequences.
Sometime later, the chopper landed on the lowest helipads of the building at around 300 meters height, where two elven elders dressed in their usual traditional white robes were waiting for them. Both of them are in the 7-star realm.
Alongside the messenger, the two elven elders escorted the four of them to their guest rooms. Since Affea was a child, she and her mother shared the same room while Azzy got his own room, which is more like a triplex with about 12 rooms.
As Azzy was looking around in curiosity, a smirk appeared on the elven messenger before he spoke, "I hope young master Garcia will enjoy our hospitality. Please rest for the night. Your escort will wake you up seven hours later. She will take care of you and your family until your stay in Imladris (the capital city of the Elven Empire of Eden)."
Azzy nodded nonchalantly, "Alright."
The Elven messenger turned around and walked away. Just as he was about to leave, as if he remembered something, he turned around again and said, "By the way, there's a small communication device in the drawer of the tv unit. It would be white and shaped like a handheld console. There would be a guide below too. You could use it for anything from controlling the devices in your room to asking for help."
Azzy nodded again and the messenger left the room, leaving him alone.
After closing the door, he went to the tv unit and took out this elven technology's all-in-one communication device to play with it for a while.
More than remotely controlling the devices, he was curious about the tv channels.
However, he ran into a wall right before even fulfilling his curiosity because of the unfamiliar script in the device. It was completely different from Orlon, the language followed by every nation in the world.
Not intending to overly depend on the Reaper even for the language, he just tossed it aside and just slept on the couch right away.
The next day morning, a few knocks were heard on the door before it automatically opened and a strikingly beautiful elf stormed into his room without even bothering to take Azzy's permission.
At this time, Azzy just woke up with his messy hair and looked at the girl who appeared to be coming straight from a fairy tale.
Slender and graceful physique, long limbs and lithe figure; flawless and radiant complexion; high cheekbones, elegantly shaped eyebrows, and almond-shaped green eyes; long, flowing silky silver hair that reaches to her hip; of course, elongated and pointy ears like every pureblood elf.
Lastly, her regal attire indicated that she was of royal blood. Is she related to Neremyn or something? Azzy wondered as he tilted his head and took a glance at a female elf that was standing outside. Her attire clearly stated that she is a maid, although she is in the 6-star soul realm.
Just as she saw him on the couch, her feet froze and the elf let out an awkward smile she introduced herself, "Hello, Mr. Garcia, myself Isolde Searvale. I your guide, you come with me. We leave the fountain of youth. You bath. I wait here."
Azzy: "…"
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