Dark Evolution Begins with Marrying an SSS-CLASS Blind Monster
Chapter 141: The Red Velvet Festival

Chapter 141: The Red Velvet Festival

On the other hand, The carriage of the Elven Princess had reached her destination, The Alvon Kingdom.

After doing the customs to the guards standing at the gate, the carriage was now entering the capital of the Alvon Kingdom.

With her eyes closed, Alisa sat in the carriage, enjoying the cool breeze as it blew her silver hair.

’I can feel it. He is here.’

Her lips curved into a beautiful smile as she felt the presence of someone very dear to her.

’We’ll finally be together... Master.’

The thought of being reunited with the most important person in her life sent a rush of warmth and anticipation through her. ’Soon,’ she promised herself, ’in this life too.’

Alisa’s serene expression betrayed no trace of her inner feelings, but her heart swelled with joy.

A knock on the window interrupted her moment of elation, and she looked up to see the attendant’s face peering into the carriage.

"Princess, It is getting dark. We should stay a night in this city," he informed.

’I want to meet Master, but... I should take care of myself first. If not...’

After giving it a quick thought, she agreed, "Fine. Let’s go to the nearest Inn."

"Yes, Your Highness." The attendant bowed and signaled to the driver. The carriage changed direction and headed toward a place to stay.

After reaching in front an inn, the attendant gently opened the carriage door with a practiced grace. "Princess, we have arrived," he announced softly, his demeanor respectful and attentive. He extended his hand, offering assistance to Princess Alisa.

Princess Alisa descended gracefully from the carriage, her silver hair shimmering in the soft glow of lanterns that lined the entrance. The maid followed suit, her delicate pointy ears catching the gentle breeze.

In front of them stood the "Scarlet Rose Inn," a charming establishment with wooden beams and a sign adorned with a vibrant red rose, perfectly suited to the festive atmosphere of the city.

"Is this the place we are going to stay at?" Princess Alisa inquired, her gaze sweeping over the inn’s inviting exterior.

"Yes, Your Highness," the attendant affirmed with a respectful nod.

The streets were adorned with vibrant red carpets, giving the city a festive and welcoming atmosphere. Lanterns hung from every corner, casting a warm, golden glow that illuminated the evening. The air was filled with the sound of laughter and merriment as people celebrated in the streets, their faces adorned with joyful smiles.

As Princess Alisa took in the scene, she couldn’t help but be captivated by the city’s charm. The red envelopes that decorated the streets added a touch of elegance to the already picturesque setting. It was a city alive with energy and celebration.

The scent of delicious street food wafted through the air, tempting the senses with its tantalizing aroma. Vendors offered a variety of treats, from savory dumplings to sweet pastries, creating a symphony of flavors that filled the evening.

"What is going on here?" Princess Alisa inquired, her curiosity piqued by the lively scene.

The attendant, his eyes scanning the festivities, replied, "I don’t know. Maybe a festival or something."

"Yeah, that’s right," came a sudden voice from behind. An elderly man, leaning on a sturdy wooden staff for support, had approached them. His weathered face held a warm smile, and his eyes twinkled with the wisdom of years.

"This is the ’Red Velvet Festival,’ a cherished tradition held every year in the Red Town," the old man explained, his voice filled with pride. "It is a three-day-long celebration of unity and generosity. During this festival, people exchange red velvet ribbons, symbolizing friendship, kindness, and good fortune."

He continued, "These ribbons are woven with wishes, and when given to others, they carry the hopes and dreams of the givers. It is said that by sharing these ribbons, we weave a tapestry of goodwill that strengthens our bonds."

Princess Alisa nodded, her interest piqued by this charming tradition. "Thank you for the explanation," she said to the old man.

"You’re most welcome," he replied, his eyes drifting to Princess Alisa, a curious glint in his gaze. He couldn’t help but notice her ethereal beauty and the distinct pointy ears that marked her as an elf.

"You must be from the Elven kingdom, aren’t you?" he asked, a knowing smile gracing his lips. His eyes then shifted to the ornate carriage that stood behind them, a clear indicator of their noble status. "And it seems you must need a place to stay for the night."

The inkeeper’s observation was met with a nod from the maid, her own pointy ears confirming their Elven heritage. She gave a grateful smile, appreciating the warm welcome.

Princess Alisa nodded gracefully, acknowledging his observation. "Yes, we are travelers from the Elven kingdom, and we would appreciate a place to stay for the night. Your city’s festivities are quite enchanting."

The old man’s eyes twinkled with hospitality as he gestured toward the inn. "Well, you’ve come to the right place. The Scarlet Rose Inn welcomes guests from near and far. We have comfortable rooms and the finest cuisine to offer. Please, follow me inside, and we’ll ensure you have a pleasant stay during your visit to the Red Town."

With that, the old innkeeper led Princess Alisa, her maid, and the guards scouting her safety, into the Scarlet Rose Inn.

Meanwhile, Princess Alisa’s mind was elsewhere, filled with the anticipation of meeting the one person she had come to the human kingdom to find.

’My beloved master, I can’t wait to be by your side once more.’

As she followed the old man, her thoughts were filled with joy, longing, and the hope that her wish would soon be fulfilled.

’Wait for me, Master. I will find you no matter what.’

The sound of music and laughter filled the air as the festivities continued in the Red Town. Yet, in the midst of the revelry, a solitary figure walked with purposeful steps toward an unknown destination.

’Master, I’m coming.’

.....

After the old man had shown Princess Alisa to her room and ensured that everything was in order, he smiled in a peculiar way, a glint of mischief in his eyes. His smile held a hint of intrigue as he quietly left the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

Outside the Scarlet Rose Inn, in a dimly lit alley, the old man stood before a towering, muscular figure. The imposing man was surrounded by a group of rugged individuals, each bearing the scars of countless battles and dangerous encounters. They maintained a specific distance from their leader, their presence clearly indicating that they were a formidable force.

The muscular man gazed at the old innkeeper with a stern expression, his voice carrying a deep tone. "Are you absolutely certain about this?"

The old man nodded confidently, his gaze steady. "Yes, I am certain."

The muscular man raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident in his expression. "And why is that?"

A knowing smile played on the old man’s lips as he leaned in closer, his voice lowered in secrecy. "It’s because of her hair."

"Her hair?" the muscular man inquired, his curiosity piqued.

"Yes, her hair," the old man replied, his voice filled with intrigue. "Her locks are of two colors, silver with vibrant streaks of red. In the entire Elven kingdom, only one person possesses such unique hair."

Understanding dawned on the muscular man’s face as he processed the significance of this revelation. He leaned in closer to the old man, their faces almost touching. "So she really is the Elven princess."

The old man nodded, a secretive glint in his eyes. "That’s right. We’ve stumbled upon royalty, my friend."

A grin slowly spread across the muscular man’s face, his expression filled with wicked excitement. "Excellent. Our fortunes are finally turning."

His eyes took on a calculating gleam as he imagined the potential profits that could be gained from this newfound information. "If we use this knowledge well, we can demand an unimaginable ransom from the Elven kingdom."

He let out a sinister laugh, his mind abuzz with the possibilities. "Finally, we can take what’s rightfully ours."

"Yeah, but... There are many guards protecting her." The old man frowned, a hint of concern lacing his words. "And all of them seems to be elite soldiers of the Elven kingdom."

"It’s nothing we can’t handle," the muscular man assured, a confident smirk curling his lips.

"But—"

"We have a powerful ally," the muscular man cut off the old man’s protest.

The old man’s eyebrows furrowed with suspicion. "A powerful ally? Who?"

The muscular man chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with malice. "The devil, of course."

"Devil?!" The old man’s eyes widened with surprise. "Don’t tell me, it’s—"

"Yes, the one and only," the muscular man confirmed, his voice thick with menace.

"But..." The old man faltered, uncertainty written on his features. "If we use his powers, then the city..."

"It’s nothing compared to the wealth we’ll receive," the muscular man retorted, his tone dismissive. "Besides, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We can’t afford to pass it up."

"But, there’s something..." The old man still couldn’t hide his apprehension.

"Stop worrying about the consequences. Let’s do this." With a final smirk, the muscular man turned away from the old innkeeper and began to walk out of the dark alley, his steps heavy with anticipation.

"We are going to abduct the Elven princess and exchange her for a large sum of gold." A twisted grin crept on his face as he imagined the luxurious lifestyle he could live with such riches.