Chapter 704 - Realm Fusion (4) (2/2)

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the wooden cottage. A few seconds later, a gentle voice sounded behind the door.

“Where’s my brother, Theodore? Don’t tell me he’s again drinking wine in the guard’s cottage?”

As soon as he heard the voice, Darsey’s face fell. He muttered, “Master Theodore, it’s Master Lumien.”

Oh, so this is Lumien, thought Link.

Link quickly raked through his brain for information on Lumien. The High Elf in question was the oldest of the Morgensterns’ new generation. He was a vain, 45-year-old Level-4 Magician who always loved going to parties. He was also recently addicted to Milmilu, which was a type of beverage in the Isle of Dawn known for its aphrodisiac and hallucinatory effects.

Lumien had originally been the least promising candidate for the position of master of the house. However, with Theodore gone, as the oldest of the Morgenstern children and being a few levels higher than the rest of his siblings in terms of magical ability, the position was naturally given to him.

He had every reason to feel nervous about Theodore’s miraculous return.

Link put down his glass on a table and walked out of the cottage. Outside the building stood ten or so people. Most of them seemed to be servants. Three in particular were clad in elegant clothing. The male High Elf standing closest to him had skin so white Link assumed he must have powdered himself beforehand. He must be Lumien. The High Elf’s dull eyes swept across Link’s body from head to toe. He frowned as if not impressed by what he saw.

Behind Lumien stood a man and a woman. The man had a nasty scowl on his face. Clearly, he was not a friend of Theodore’s.

This must be the third master of the Morgenstern household, Dylin, thought Link. According to the information Link had on him, Dylin was in charge of taking care of Lumien’s messes.

The High Elf woman behind Lumien looked to be about as old as Theodore. There was gentle warmth in her eyes as she gazed at him.

Oh, this must be Lamiel, Theodore’s older sister. It seems that they were both born to the same mother, thought Link. The old patriarch could not have spawned so many heirs and heiresses with the help of just one spouse. In reality, he had married more than 20 women during his lifetime.

“It really is you, brother, though I have to say, that long scar on your face isn’t a good look for you,” said Lumien with a smile. Then, he took out a white handkerchief and waved it in front of his nose. “Oh, Theodore, how long have you not taken a proper shower? You’re beginning to smell like the servants.”

Link frowned. He was not easily upset by the words of weaklings like Lumien. However, he could not help but feel a twinge of annoyance at the man’s annoying demeanor. His fingers twitched as he tried to suppress an urge to pull out his sword and plunge it into his chest repeatedly.

Seeing that Lumien was about to come over, Link immediately spoke, “Shut your face, Lumien. I have no time for the likes of you, so you had best not provoke me.”

“Brother, you really should watch your temper…”

Before he even finished, he flew off in the opposite direction, as if an unseen force had slammed into him. His body did a few rolls through the air before it came to a crashing halt on the ground. The impact had left a long bloody wound across his cheek.

Link sheathed back his Ode of a Full Moon sword, which he had disguised as an ordinary Elven sword. Nobody even knew when he pulled it out.

“Lumien, the only thing I don’t miss about this place is your prattle. For your sake, I hope you keep your mouth shut in my presence. Got it?” said Link coldly. He then turned his gaze from Lumien, who was trembling on the ground, to Dylin.

Dylin instinctively assumed a defensive stance. He then saw the look of disdain on Link’s face. He too was not worth Link’s time.

Link then turned to Theodore’s sister, Lamiel and asked, “Sister, do you know where Father is? I would like to see him.”

“Ah… Oh. Follow me then. I’ll take you to him.” Lamiel quickly pulled Link away from the scene. She walked past Lumien without so much as a glance at him.

When the two left, a servant hurried over to help Lumien up from the ground.

“Get lost!” roared Lumien. “Help me up, quick, I need to see Father too. He needs to see what Theodore did to me. Ow, ow, my face!”

Dylin quickly helped Lumien up, and the two of them began walking back towards the manor, fuming. The servants looked gleefully at each other when the two High Elves were out of earshot.

Someone said worriedly, “Do you think the old master will punish Theodore for what he did?”

“Not a chance. He probably would be too happy about his return to care about any of that.”

“Theodore seems even more powerful than before. Did you see how fast he pulled out his sword?”

“I guess there’s still hope for the Morgenstern household after all.”

The servants were all deeply impressed by Link’s show of skill at that moment. Not far away, the High Elf Queen had received a guest.

The queen’s guest was not of this realm. She was clad in a black battle robe. Her skin was white like snow, and there was a calm, distant expression on her face. It was Saroviny. “Your Highness, something has happened in the Aragu realm,” she said, moments after meeting the High Elf queen.