Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win
Chapter 154: Volume Epilogue Two.

Chapter 154: Volume Epilogue Two.

[The next morning.]

[Outside of the Capital City.]

On the other side of the city wall, three boys placed their bags on a carriage.

Viros and Luca, who were tagging along with Akamir, had an excited look on their faces.

Viros adjusted the straps of his travel cloak and grinned. "Finally! I was starting to think you’d change your mind."

Akamir, standing beside the carriage with his arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. "Why would I do that?"

"I don’t know." He replied, shrugging. "Maybe because you are Royal Consort and a Duke."

Akamir chuckled as he shook his head.

Yesterday, when he talked with Mira, he had also talked about the Duke matter.

Despite the clear dissatisfaction from the extra work, Mira did say no to him.

That did make Akamir a little sad about her, but he still gave her all the rights as the Duke.

She was his proxy now, and with some help from Inara, no one in the dukedom had a problem with it.

’I will make up to her later on.’

He thought, praying for the poor woman and her mental health.

The carriage creaked under the weight of their bags as the horses gave a soft huff, ready to move.

Morning mist still clung to the road, and the sky was a pale blue, tinged with orange near the horizon.

Luca climbed up into the back, plopping down onto a rolled-up blanket.

"Man, I’ve never traveled alone with a friend. I still can’t believe you’re dragging us to an elven kingdom of all places."

"No one’s dragging you," Akamir said, climbing in after him. "You insisted."

"I thought you were joking," Luca muttered. "By the way, where are we going?"

"To the capital city of Sylvan." Akamir replied, as he looked at the coachman. "Let’s go."

It was one of the mimickers that Akamir selected.

With his help, they can travel day and night without any problem.

’Though, we would need to change the horses a few times.’

Akamir didn’t have any problem with it, as they have a lot of money.

The coachman gave a short nod and snapped the reins.

The horses neighed softly and began their slow trot down the dirt road, wheels crunching over pebbles and dry grass.

Viros leaned out the side of the carriage, watching the capital city grow smaller in the distance.

"Sylvan, huh? That’s the heart of the Elven Kingdom, right?"

Luca nodded his head as he glanced at Akamir.

"It’s one of the oldest cities in the continent. If we’re going to find anything useful about the old faith or elven relics, it’ll be there."

Viros let out a low whistle. "So we’re treasure hunting?"

"No." Akamir cut in his words. "We are going to meet someone special."

Akamir didn’t bother to explain much as he leaned back on the wall.

He already knows the exact location of Velyrian’s master house.

Akamir planned to go to meet him first before he goes to meet his daughter.

’Still, the Empress.....’

Despite he already knows about her, Akamir wasn’t sure how to react.

It felt too much like a coincidence that he got to meet with the royal blood here in a human kingdom.

’Am I thinking too much into it?’ He wondered, frowning in confusion.

"Come to think of it." Nayomi said, floating close by. "Didn’t Velyrian ask you to not go to Elven Kingdom?"

Akamir glanced at her as he remembered his words.

’....Yeah.’

He did ask him to never visit the Elven Kingdom.

’Then why did he change his mind?’

What made him change his mind when he was so firm on him not visiting the elves?

’Was it the Ven Core?’

He thought, a growing concern began to creep in his mind.

Akamir wasn’t sure about it, but he could feel uneasiness in his heart.

’Hopefully it’s nothing.’

The carriage moved for a few minutes in silence.

Then, suddenly a loud voice echoed.

It startled not only the horses but even Akamir who was inside.

"Whoever is inside, come out!"

An arrogant voice echoed from the outside.

Akamir sighed as he rubbed his head. "What a pain."

Apparently, some bandits are eager to die.

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[Sylvan Kingdom.]

[At the branch of the World Tree.]

The morning sun filtered through the leaves of the great World Tree.

A small cottage remained still close to the root of the World Tree.

Inside, the quiet hum of nature was broken by a loud, panicked cry.

"Fire! The World Tree is on fire!"

An old elf woman stumbled back from the glowing basin at the center of the room, her eyes wide and her breath shallow.

Her long, moss-colored robes swayed around her as she turned toward the young girl kneeling beside her.

"Grandmother Elya?" the apprentice asked, rising quickly to steady her. "What happened!?"

She quickly got a hold of the old elf who was panicking around.

Elya grabbed the girl’s wrists with bony hands.

"The spirit of the tree showed me, Lia." The old lady whispered. "It’s burning, Lia. The World Tree... it’s bleeding fire."

Lia’s eyes widened. "Bleeding...? But that’s—"

"Something terrible is going to happen, Lia!!" The old elf yelled, her voice serious. "The World Tree is going to die. All of us are going to die!!"

Lia quickly stopped her grandmother from creating a scene in the early morning.

She looked into her eyes. "Was it a vision?"

The old elf nodded her head in response.

She turned back to the glowing basin. The water inside was still rippling, a faint shimmer of gold across its surface.

But behind it, a faint trace of smoke curled upward, as if the vision had left something behind.

"I saw something else," Elya muttered, eyes narrowed. "A figure."

Lia looked up. "Who?"

"I couldn’t see his face," the old woman murmured. "But his shadow was long... and behind him marched thousands. His hands were stained red... "

Lia swallowed. "Is it war?"

"No," Elya said. "It’s something worse. A calamity."

She turned slowly, her gaze piercing despite her age. "Tell the elders. A curse is coming. One that will not stop at our borders."

Lia bowed her head quickly and ran out of the room, the echo of her hurried footsteps bouncing off the walls.

Elya, now alone, looked once more at the basin.

The golden glow dimmed, replaced by a dull red hue.

She closed her eyes and whispered softly.

"Look after us, oh golden Sun."