The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases-Chapter 512 - 307: Chosen of God

The Dewensen eclipse event occurred half an hour prior.

At that time, dusk had not yet completely fallen. After arranging matters and bidding farewell to her sister Aria, Elf Queen Arasya, escorted by four Sword Dancers, trod upon a blood-red carpet on her way to the Golden Statue Square. Without casting a glance elsewhere, she inquired,

"Have we still not found the resting place of David Uthos?" Arasya did not seem surprised by the intelligence report from the Court Mage.

Menekver, the Court Mage who had also not shown himself publicly for some time, replied with a profound gaze,

"To be precise, for two years, we have not found even a trace of him. As you know, Your Majesty, he has an extremely unique ability to shapeshift. If he wishes, he can perfectly transform into another identity and blend in."

The Court Mage paused, then continued, "He once lived safely in our Elven Kingdom for a time under the guise of Saphistouin, the Silver Dragon. Even now, in the lands governed by Saeolus, legends of the Silver-winged Star of Doom are still sung.

"He also spent several years in a Blue Dragon Nest in the Kutaro Desert under the identity of the Blue Dragon Karatrulka. Even during the Night of Storms, those Blue Dragons failed to see through his disguise.

"Thus, we cannot dismiss the possibility that he also possesses the ability to perfectly transform into a High Elf."

At this point, Menekver’s eyes revealed a sense of helplessness and unprecedented concern.

But when Queen Arasya heard this, she seemed unsurprised. Her golden eyes gazed at the sunset sinking into the horizon, as if foreseeing the trajectory of the fate she had chosen.

"So, if he has already begun to master that legendary power, and just like fifty years ago, has nonchalantly come to Dewensen alone? And it’s very likely, even at this very moment, he is standing among the crowd, watching you and me, simply waiting for my speech to begin so he can ensnare us all at once?"

Menekver took a deep breath and, after a moment, answered truthfully,

"I apologize, Your Majesty, but regarding the safety of Dewensen, I cannot provide an absolute and accurate judgment. However, based on my study of David Uthos’s style of operation over the years, I can only say that the probability of it happening... is extremely high.

"Because at that time, most of the Elven Nobles and lords of Dewensen, as well as envoys from the Elven Kingdoms of all planes, will be gathered in one place. There will never be a more fitting opportunity to strike.

"And with his power, nearly as formidable as the sun itself, he could completely paralyze Dewensen’s administrative machinery, delaying the reactions and reinforcements from the Elven Kingdoms of all planes. This is the plan that maximizes benefits. And this Red Lotus Nova is indeed a true Red Dragon. He is very greedy."

Upon hearing this analysis from the Elf strategist, Arasya seemed even more determined.

"Very well, let us proceed with the current plan."

Upon hearing this, Menekver looked anew at the Elf Queen before him.

"But if everything happens as foreseen, the number of casualties could be unbearable. The core leadership of Dewensen may well evaporate entirely. The cost of doing this is perhaps too great."

However, Arasya remained exceptionally calm, her words equally indifferent and cruel,

"We High Elves have been comfortable for far too long.

"This was especially true for the branch of Dewensen Elves who fled from Toriel to Elariya long ago.

"So much so that even the Dwarves from Eight Peaks Mountain, as uncivilized as wildlings, remain unconquered after our prolonged sieges.

"The Drow from the Gloomy Region are almost breaking through to the surface. If it weren’t for the Duke of the Silver Wheel and his people desperately defending the Well of Miracles, they might have reached Dewensen’s gates by now.

"And the looming threat of the Dragons has become a menace to the survival of Dewensen and indeed all Elves.

"Yet here we are, failing in external conflicts but endlessly squabbling internally.

"Perhaps this is the curse etched into the blood of Elves, one that can never be erased. The social stratification of Dewensen, and indeed of all Elven peoples, has long been cemented.

"It has been fifteen years since I came to Dewensen from Eternal Gathering Island. Yet, despite all my efforts, the rifts remain: between the Royalists and the Conservative Faction, between Elves from Eternal Gathering Island and those from Dewensen, and between Nobles and commoners. There are always so many contradictions that cannot be resolved quickly.

"Since these contradictions are irreconcilable, then let us harness the Dragons’ fierce fire and send them all to confess before the Gods of Afando."

Having said this, Arasya turned to face the Court Mage, who had served three generations of Elf Kings. She handed him a prepared letter of appointment with a magnanimous smile, saying,

"Haven’t you always been proud of the students you cultivated at Dewensen Academy?

"When the time comes, this leadership team, centered around your new generation of Elves, will take up the banner and the great responsibility of leading Dewensen.

"Menekver, it is time for you to honor your pledge. At this critical juncture, you must not claim incompetence."

Menekver took the letter of appointment, stamped with the bright red seal of the Elf King, with both hands.

A piece of paper so light, yet it seemed to weigh a ton.

There was a time when he, utterly disappointed with the royal family and the Elven high command, was a thorough Conservative, ready to defect to the Duke of Silver, Mirillian, at any moment...