Legend of the Moon Crystal

Chapter 141 "A Promise"

The krusk!

His ears moved when Theor heard a voice. Like someone stepping on dry twigs and leaves. Rise up completely, Theor looked up and tried to call out. "Samantha?"

Silent, there was no meaningful answer that made Theor's misgivings disappear or at least diminish. He carefully got up and tried to look out of the cave when he found nothing. Circulating his circle, Theor moved his ears to listen to the slightest sound.

"Maybe ..it's just a rat?" Mumbled slowly.

He turned around to go back into his cave when he accidentally stepped on something. A net stretched from underground. When he reacted, he was hanging upside down in a net and hanging meters high from the top of the tree.

"What is this?!"

When he rebelled and tried to break free from the net, there were some people who stepped out from behind the lush trees. They were dressed in soft cloth robes, the same appearance that Samantha had, graceful and charming. Elf Race. In their hands were spears or bows with arrows tucked in their backs. There were cold gazes in their sparkling eyes, and their thin lips displayed a straight line while some others appeared to be grinning sharply.

"After such a long time, it turned out that someone dared to sneak in the elves' territory again. What a brave and arrogant werewolf!"

That low-pitched, cold voice came out from the lips of the blue-eyed elf there. Her hair was in matching color with her eyes, long, wavy and soft.

The red-haired short-haired elf beside him laughed in an unfamiliar and strange way. "Finally this year we can start again the ritual of rescue. No need to sacrifice between us, this werewolf is stupid enough to come tiger's mouth, haha~"

At first, Theor had absolutely no idea what they were saying. Theor was so frightened, anxious, and anxious that death would come to him. Her brother always warned her that elves were dangerous, they were cunning and two-faced. Although not all elves are like that, there must be some among those who inherit such an attitude. Theor felt a crisis and threat from their conversation.

"Take me off!!"

Theor was just about to shout when he first heard another shout. The voice was familiar to him, and Theor looked around in surprise when who was there was indeed someone on his mind. Samanthas.

He was held in one hand by a long yellow-haired elf. He tried to rebel and curse them. "Take me off! What are you guys doing?"

The blue haired one looked at the two and smiled obliquely. "Oh, look who's coming. Samantha The Snow Elf Princess apparently~"

Samantha looked sharply at her blue slices and hissed, "Lios! Let go of me and let Theor go! He was not evil and he never set foot into the city!"

Lios sneered and coldly grabbed Samantha's delicate little face with a rough grip. "You really went down that obnoxious attitude of your grandmother apparently, huh? Look, he's a dangerous werewolf and has been a threat to us for hundreds of years. And you're protecting her?"

"Don't you think that your beloved grandmother wouldn't be mad at you, Sam?" asked Lios with a gaze filled with insults.

Samantha hissing. "Theor is a good man! He's not what you said!"

"You turned me down once, and now you're protecting her?"

"That's because you're a lunatic!" Peek Samantha.

Once upon a time this man in front of her had indeed proposed to her to make her a wife. But Samantha rejected him because she felt that Lios was not a good person. His sharp and dark eyes gave Samantha goosebumps and she could not help but immediately reject him in front of Lios' grandmother and guardian who came to propose to her.

Although the appearance of Lios was already like a young man of a dozen years, actually he and Samantha did not differ much in age. Lios was one hundred and seventeen years old and Samantha was one hundred and eleven years old. Samantha does look smaller than most female elves who are the same age as her. The proof, his grandmother who has stepped on the figure of five years still looks very young and beautiful.

But Lios seems to have a grudge against him so often makes trouble with his family, especially his grandmother.

Lios's face cooled down to Samantha's words, the ridicule of her madness caused the madness in Lios' eyes to become more and more concentrated and made Samantha's backbone cold. He almost forgot to rebel for two seconds, before violently rebelling and even launching a kick even though it did not arrive.

"You're saying I'm crazy?"

Lios admitted that she was crazy. He and his whole family, his family followers are crazy. Ever since he was a child, he had already been instilled about a knowledge to become a race that surpassed gods, surpassing other races. Unfortunately their strength could only be obtained by making many sacrifices. A thousand people for one person. His family made rumors that it was the werewolves who kidnapped and killed the elves, in fact, they themselves catch it and use it as one of the many offerings they need to unlock the power that has been their crazy hopes and dreams and obsessions for a long time.

The power to surpass the gods.

"Now with this, I will gain that power, and will make all of you submit to my command, without exception!"

"Lios! You've really gone too far! Stop that!!"

Lios looked at Samantha and nonchalantly turned her gaze to Theor who was pulling out her fangs filled with threats to her before returning to glance at Samantha. "I actually only need one more, but since you've fed me up, you've both been very sufficient for the sacrifice."

"Bring them!" Lios' orders led his men to immediately drag Samantha down and take Theor down with their equipment, and begin to take them to the center of the city.

Along the way, the gazes of the elves were directed at them, and turned into shock and fear when they saw the figure of Theor who was being tied up and dragged by Lios' men. They screamed in fear, before becoming shouts of shock and they began to follow Lios when they saw that Lios was catching a werewolf to take to the city center.

"Go to the court hall! We're going to prosecute these intruders and traitors!" One of his men shouted, inviting the attention of all who were paying attention. "Tell the whole village, that this is the time for us to take revenge on the werewolves!"

In just an instant, all the elves gathered in court when Theor and Samantha were tied to an iron pole in the middle of the field. People surrounded them as Leviala ran out of the crowd and screamed when he saw Samantha tied to the iron pole where the sinners were executed.

"Samantha!! Release grandson! He's innocent! He must have done nothing wrong! This must be a misunderstanding!"

The surrounding guards held him back, preventing him from becoming reckless and running towards Samantha. He could only rebel, roar and scream and cry when the judge decided to kill the two. Samantha for being a traitor by hiding a werewolf when the rules said that werewolves should not set foot on the land of the elves. And werewolves who broke the rules.

"No!! No!' no!!' Leviala.

Theor widened his eyes when he saw the two guards carrying oil and splashing it into the bodies of the two of them. She screamed, "Samantha is not wrong!! Unhand her! You can kill me, but not with him!! He's not wrong!"

Samantha shed tears. The pungent aroma of oil slid into his nose. He looked towards Leviala with a face filled with regret. He never regretted having helped Theor, he did not regret being friends with her. He only regretted that he would leave his grandmother this way. Hurt his grandmother's heart with so much sadness and disappointment and horror. Samantha wished her grandmother had closed her eyes, once the fire burned. Or at least her grandmother fainted, so as not to have to see her scream in pain or watch her slowly burn to death.

Samantha closed her eyes, and hoped so when the flames began to burn brightly between the two.

...***...

"Samantha, when I get picked up later, I'll message you every day using an owl. I can do it, right?"

"of course! I'll reply to your letter every day and I'll wait for a reply from you then!"

"If I were to become King, I would promise to abolish the separation of the Elves and werewolves, so that I could meet and see you every day!"

"Promise, huh?"

"Yes! Promise!"

...***...

His eyelids are open. There was an unfamiliar sight that Iloania saw when she opened her eyes. A soft light flowed from the gap of the soft golden-white curtain. Iloania blinked for quite some time before quickly being startled and looking at her surroundings in confusion.

"Where am I now?" Iloania muttered while looking around.

There was a sound of footsteps behind the door. Iloania turned her head in surprise when she saw a man walking into the room with a woman holding a baby in his arms. The man gently led the woman to walk towards the bed. There was a small baby cot next to her, green in color and appearing to be made of green-colored crystals. There was a silence for some time before the woman quietly made a sound.

"Our daughter is beautiful, Your Majesty."

The so-called noble gently carried the woman in his arms. "It's just as pretty as you are, baby. We'll raise her lovingly, so the world can know about our beloved daughter and they'll love her too."

"Love Amore Figliea del Emerald."