Chapter 30

The Transmigration Survival Guide Volume 3 Chapter 30

It wasn’t difficult to find an elf in the imperial capital; there were a fair number of them residing in the imperial capital. Extrapolating from the elves’ sense of superiority, derived from their attachment to race and loyalty, the elves residing in the imperial capital had to be in touch with the elves in the forest. Put another way, Lucilia should’ve been in contact with them.

After listening to what I said, Achilles didn’t hesitate or question me about my reasons. Instead, he stood straight up and led me out. We headed toward the imperial palace. I thought he was taking me to see Queen Sisi. Instead, we went to a house neighbouring the imperial palace that wasn’t very eye-catching. I noticed the guards were elves despite them wearing armour similar to humanity’s. Their long ears were a giveaway. I looked around.

With his keen senses, it was no wonder Achilles was able to become Queen Sisi’s personal vassal. He was able to discern what others needed with a single glance. Similarly, he was able to immediately pick up on what I needed.  Achilles turned around and explained, “This is where elves and humans connect. It is also where the money I give Lucilia goes through. If you want to find an elf, you must be trying to reach Lucilia, correct?”

I nodded: “Correct.”

We went into the building. The elves inside noticed us but didn’t comment. Achilles led me to the fourth floor. The ratio of elves to rooms in the building was significantly fewer. We arrived at a room at the very top. Achilles knocked on the door. In a clear voice, the individual inside said, “Please come in.”

The two of us entered. I saw a refined looking male elf sitting behind a table, earnestly examining a crystal ball as if it was a divine item. From where I was standing, though, I couldn’t see a thing. He looked up at us then focused his gaze on me. His ears twitched subtly then he cheerfully laughed: “You must be Travor, right? That is a very nice name. Madam Lucilia mentioned you. She asked us to do our best to help you. Did you want something this time?”

“Should Lucia not be in the elven lands at the moment?”

“Mm, we do not need to meet to communicate. We can communicate via magic,” explained the elf pointing to the crystal ball. “Madam Lucilia is currently in the imperial palace forcing the former Queen to abdicate the throne. Thank you very much for your assistance.”

I shook my head: “It’s no big deal. I didn’t help you for free. I assisted as I believed Lucia would win. I came to ask if you knew about the disease the pope’s daughter, Ascilia, contracted. She seems to have a serious lung disease.”

“Ah, we have heard about. We also heard lots of humans posed as our friends to scam them of money, which has given us a very bad reputation.” The elf frowned. Elves highly cherish their reputation, so they probably wanted to rip those humans up.

“Do you not plan to help her?”

“Does she have anything to do with us?” rhetorically asked the elf, shaking his head. He nonchalantly elaborated, “Humanity’s diseases have nothing to do with us elves. We did not cause her illness. If we were obligated to help all sick humans, we would be pushovers, no? Do I need to mention what the chapel previously did to Madam Lucilila? It is impossible for us to help the chapel. To the contrary, if you want revenge against the chapel, we would be happy to lead the charge at the forefront.”

Clearly, Lucia held a very high status among elves. The elves, no matter where they were, did their utmost for her. Lucia was a hero to elves; all of them revered her. Because the chapel impacted Lucia, the elves wouldn’t harbour any positive impressions of the chapel.

I suddenly had a realisation: “Since Veirya slew the Demon King, wouldn’t Queen Sisi consider her the same type of existence? Lucia led a military coup to force her Queen to abdicate the thrown, as she wasn’t happy with her Queen’s policies. All of the people believed and revered the hero who slew the Demon King. If the elves could do that, Veirya, too, could do the same. To add to that, the most frightening part is that Lucia wasn’t even the warrior who killed the Demon King. Veirya was.

Once Queen Sisi learns of what happened in the elven lands, would she want to kill Veirya, too? Fortunately, Veirya is an ignorant idiot. She’s absolutely loyal to Queen Sisi; logically, Queen Sisi shouldn’t be eager to kill Vierya, yet. In saying that, given the Queen’s character, I’m sure she won’t leave Veirya unrestrained forever. It’s just that she currently has the pope to deal with. What would happen if the pope fell? Once he falls, who will Queen Sisi’s next target be?”

I took in a deep breath and erased the frightening thought from mind for the meantime.

If Queen Sisi tried to harm Veirya, the best course of action would be to not eliminate the chapel entirely. Why was stability maintained during the Three Kingdoms period? It was because the three kept each other in check. The saying that a triangular situation provided the most stability was true. Once one was missing from the picture, another will soon fall. The chapel, Queen Sisi and Veirya made up three forces. If Queen Sisi forcibly went after Veirya, I could ask the chapel for help. Subsequently, I needed to have a good talk with the pope…

Revenge was one thing. If I was going to die after exacting my vengeance, I’d rather not have revenge. At the very least, I couldn’t cripple the chapel this time around. I needed to come up with a way to resuscitate the chapel at any given moment. That way, they’d be able to keep Queen Sisi at bay so that she wouldn’t go after Veirya.

The elf questioned, “So, what exactly did you need this time?”

I answered, “Do you know how to treat the girl’s condition?”

The elf responded, “It is not hard. However, that is for us elves. We just need to use three types of medications, live in the forest for some time after and we will fully recover. Do you plan to help the pope’s daughter? So, you want our medicine?”

I avoided the question: “I am trying to protect Madam Lucilia’s friend, Veirya. The medicine is very important to Veirya.”

The elves definitely didn’t want to help the chapel. Though they might help me, they were bound to be disgruntled about it to a degree. I didn’t want to offend any elf. So accordingly, I had to use another reason. I didn’t think elves who were familiar with Lucilia would refuse me under that context.

“Is Lord Veirya ill? If she is, we can allow her to come to our lands to recuperate.”

The elf emotionally invested himself as I expected. His long ears twitched a few times. I smiled: “Veirya is not the one who is sick. The individual in question happens to be very important to her.”

“All right, then. I will contact Madam Lucilia, and ask her to bring the medicine over as soon as possible. We are only doing this for you. I hope you will not drag us into any trouble.”

“I understand. I will keep a lid on it.”