One month later.
Who was it that said they didn't want to be the king of the Elven Clan? Being the Elven King was simply amazing!
The Elven Valley was still managed by the elders, with Ning Busan only acting as a mascot, but he was extremely satisfied with this arrangement.
Ning Busan had no desire for power; he only wanted to grow stronger.
Every day, he absorbed Faelo's power and memories. When he was bored, he would tease Little Lobao. When he had nothing else to do, he would bond with the Elven Mother Tree and listen to her hum songs.
This was truly the life!
Eventually, even Elvin couldn't stand it anymore. “Your Majesty, aren't you going to go out for a walk?”
Ning Busan asked, puzzled, “What would I go out for?”
Elvin said, “You've been in office for a month, yet more than half of the Elven Clan still doesn't know what you look like!”
Ning Busan summoned Lobao. “If they really want to know what I look like, just let Little Lobao go see them in my place.”
Since they shared the same face anyway, it would count as meeting them.
Elvin looked at Ning Busan as if he were a monster. “How can you order your own guardian spirit around to do such a thing?”
Lobao was the first to object. “I like being ordered around. What's it to you?”
Ning Busan pinched Lobao's cheek. “You really are the best to Daddy!”
Elvin's pupils dilated in shock, rendering him speechless.
Daddy?
Elvin asked, trembling, “Is that... the right address?”
Ning Busan didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Even if he were raising a kitten or a puppy, he would still call himself their daddy, let alone this adorable little thing that looked exactly like him.
Elvin hadn't forgotten the real purpose of his visit and advised:
“The clansmen don't know much about you, so they are all looking forward to seeing you. Could you please not be so cold and distant? Be a little more welcoming to your subjects.”
Under Elvin's urging, Ning Busan followed him to visit a few native families in the Elven Valley, wanting them to feel the warm care of the Elven King.
But after scaring and bringing to tears over a dozen elven children, Ning Busan decisively gave up.
The warmth of a dark fallen elf was not something just anyone could handle.
He would rather maintain his cold, aloof image than turn into a creepy uncle who bullied children.
He thought this matter was behind him, but the atmospheric pressure around the Elven Mother Tree began to drop lower and lower.
When Ning Busan went to find the Mother Tree and realized she wasn't even humming songs anymore, he finally understood the severity of the situation.
Ning Busan asked, “Mother, who made you unhappy?”
The Elven Mother Tree showed Ning Busan some scenes, all of which were elven children whispering and gathering together to complain about how terrifying Ning Busan was.
Ning Busan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. “They don't mean any harm, and I don't mind it myself. Please don't be upset.”
He was a dark fallen elf, surrounded by a dense dark element. Wasn't it perfectly normal for those little elves to be afraid of him?
Seeing that the Elven Mother Tree's leaves were drooping, Ning Busan asked tentatively, “How about I sing a song for you?”
The Elven Mother Tree's leaves perked up instantly.
Ning Busan cleared his throat. Looking up at the crescent moon in the sky, he suddenly changed his mind. Taking advantage of the fact that the Elven Mother Tree couldn't understand Chinese, he began to sing 《Homeland》.
He thought of his family far away in another world, and his singing was tinged with a faint, lingering melancholy.
The moon hung in the sky, but they were not in the same world. The bright moon they saw probably wasn't the same one, was it?
If time flowed differently in the two worlds, would they ever have a chance to meet again?
The Elven Mother Tree's leaves drooped again.
Although she couldn't understand what Ning Busan was singing, she could sense his downcast emotions.
This child really does care about the opinions of those elves after all. He's just putting on a brave face!
Ning Busan thought he had comforted the Elven Mother Tree, completely unaware that after agonizing over it for a long time, she had cooked up something massive.
On a bright and sunny morning, Elvin rushed into the Greenwild Royal Court in a panic.
Ning Busan asked in confusion, “What happened?”
Elvin balled his right hand into a fist and coughed lightly against his lips to hide his smile. “It's quite lively over at the Elven Mother Tree right now. Why don't you go see for yourself?”
His facial expression vividly portrayed: Hold it in! Keep a straight face! Do not smile!
Ning Busan was baffled, but looking at Elvin, it seemed like something good had happened?
Thus, Ning Busan leisurely went to see the Elven Mother Tree, only to find a large crowd of elves gathered around her, whispering and watching something.
Upon seeing Ning Busan, the elves automatically parted to make a path for him.
Once Ning Busan clearly saw what was ahead, his blood pressure spiked instantly, and a silent, high-pitched scream erupted in his mind.
Floating on the main trunk of the Mother Tree was a massive memory crystal, projecting scenes of Faelo's childhood.
Not only was there footage, but there was also background music!
The emerald veins of the leaves had been woven by the Mother Tree into a seven-stringed harp. A hundred thousand silver-white leaves vibrated in unison, producing a clear, melodious harmony.
From the Mother Tree's perspective, Faelo was an existence more sacred than an angel.
Little Faelo leaned against the Mother Tree, his long eyelashes casting fan-shaped shadows on his face. His voice carried a child's natural innocence, yet held a hint of wisdom beyond his years:
“The other elves say the God of Light will bless us. But I think it is you who silently protects us.”
Ning Busan felt like he was about to completely fall apart.
What kind of crazy stunt was the Mother Tree pulling?
How was this any different from a public execution?!
The surrounding elves, however, were watching with great interest.
They barely knew their current King, so when they heard the Mother Tree was playing footage of his childhood, they naturally flocked over to watch.
And once they stopped, they couldn't look away.
How could their King be so adorable and perfect?
The scene on the memory crystal suddenly shifted.
Amidst the collective gasps of the elves, they saw the back of the young King curled up inside a tree hollow.
Every single elf clutched their chest, their faces filled with tender pity.
The next second, Ning Busan stood in front of the memory crystal, blocking their view.
Ning Busan's figure overlapped with that of Little Faelo, but what swirled within his dark green pupils was a cold, eerie black aura.
The surroundings instantly fell into absolute silence.
“Enough! That's enough!”
A stiff smile hung on the corner of Ning Busan's lips, though in reality, he was so embarrassed his toes were curling.
Beautifying filters, voice modulators, filters, and even background music—what was she trying to do?
Was she planning to turn him into a national idol?
No thanks, he had no desire for social death!
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