The Last Elementis's

TLE 9'S

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Only when entering the palace mansion did Camelia feel extremely tired. It has its own burden of seeing the vast area it treads. As if all the energy was lost out of nowhere, Camelia gave up looking at the stairs and chose to rest on a nearby sofa. He looked earnest as he said, "I will make a small house in the future." The freshly floated wishful thinking collapsed instantly as he touched his stomach.

"I'm so hungry" he lamented. With this craving for food wrapped around Camelia felt like she had not eaten all day. His mind froze as he looked at what happened yesterday.

He had not eaten anything yesterday.

"True, that morning my stomach rang so loud that I thought I wouldn't be able to get home from the Forest of Forst..."

This is definitely weird. Camelia was unable to sort out what happened yesterday, but all she remembered was that she did not complain of hunger. The last time he cursed his hunger was just before he met the big cat.

Because of the shock in her stomach Camelia could no longer spur her thoughts. He wanted to get up to find food, but immediately complained when his bones were about to break. He was dead and just leaning on the couch. "Ah I must treat you first."

Just then a worker appeared in front. She's a waitress. The servant was about to speak, but was immediately cut off by Camelia.

"You...." Camelia thought of a medicine but the talk that came out was different from the contents of her head. "Please give me some paper."

Seeing the female servant bewildered, Camelia corrected. "I want to write a letter."

When the waiter was about to perform his duties, Camelia told him to stop. "Give me a paper with the identity of the queen. I want that paper."

Hearing this the female servant looked reluctant. However, considering the identity of the woman in front of him inevitably he just lowered his head and immediately returned with the request.

Camelia quickly got what she wanted. She was thinking about what she was going to write, but seeing that the waiter had not left, Camelia delayed her intention and asked, "What are you waiting for? I can fold my own letters."

"Well Miss, I'll wait until Miss finishes her writing."

Camelia finally remembered that this servant had met her to deliver a message. So without hesitation he said, "Say quickly, your existence makes the idea in my head evaporate."

The maid nodded, looking cautious as she replied, "The Queen asks you to meet her."

There was a brief pause of silence, Camelia's expression slightly changed before she finally said, "Alright, I'll meet her later. You can go."

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Camelia folded her letters. He had learned to fold letters long ago so proudly said he would fold his own. However, after seeing the results now he was a bit regretful.

"Why does this magpie look like a sparrow? How to make the tail long?" Being driven by pain as well as being hungry, Camelia did not want to heed any further. The Pyrgos should not have disputed the form while looking at the base material of the letter. There is a royal symbol at the bottom. So he does not have to worry enough to think about what he will write to make it look more convincing.

Camelia didn't need just a medicinal pill now, she had to get an elixir so that her wound could heal instantly without waiting for a break in time. Elixir; a magic medicinal herb, it only exists in the residence of Queen Serafina. Whether tired or too lazy, Camelia did not want to deal with Zoeearth's leader right now.

So inevitably he had to rely on himself to get an elixir directly from Pyrgos. He could have gone there, but thinking about the debate with Cartos only made him even hungrier. The eyes of the plontos-headed man would glare as he said, "Eliksir making is not easy! Just that scratch wound and you confidently asked for an elixir?" Oh my goodness forget it! This way is the best!

Without waiting any longer Camelia started muttering in front of the replica of the magpie's a.k.a pipit. He does not need to check the contents of his letter because the words he says will automatically be written there. "The witch's facility is indeed amazing."

After throwing a compliment he let his paper bird fly into the air.

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The kitchen of the alchemist tower looked desolate. In this room there were only a few furnaces with burning embers. No other furniture such as shelves containing transparent jars or test tubes. This special combustion room is indeed different from other rooms. Here looks opaque with very plain wall decorations.

Two women dressed in white robes complete with mouth coverings alternately inspected the furnace. It is not a hard job as they just need to make sure the flame remains stable. Nevertheless, the heat is quite disturbing in the late spring weather what else in an enclosed space like this.

A woman with two braided rose gold hair had just entered instantly broke the silence of not being able to resist the screams when she saw something white flying through the air. He grew even more unstoppable as something flew towards him. He shouted, "Mu-murai! Royal letter—" If Camelia had heard it, she would have loved to have her letter form acknowledged.

This girl with a smaller body did not seem to be a professional. Her plight had already trembled since just by holding the letter in her hand.

The other two women quickly looked over.

"What's Fiola?" Aletta asked confusedly.

The black-wave-haired woman named Mauren just waited in silence; confused to see the little girl in front who looked about to cry. After looking again, he understood and casually said, "Oh job letter."

Seeing Mauren back to his back, Fiola bit his lower lip.

"But... Aletta, you'll."

Aletta looked over lazily. After a moment of looking, he spoke in his mind.

Either what the sender wanted, instead of being addressed to Mr. Cartos or Mr. August was instead given to the workers.

Only when she returned to her starting position did Aletta respond, "open it, it was meant for you."

Fiola was still reluctant.

Seeing the girl speechless, Mauren chimed back in. "You guys. You want Aletta to rip the paper off before you can see the contents? Don't give it to him."

Aletta just shrugged her shoulders lazily. "Yes yes. The paper was too thin to deal with my magic hand." After a brief pause he continued, "just read it, we'll hear it for you."

With all her courage, Fiola finally opened it.

"No sender's name."

Both Mauren and Aletta, both furrowed brows. Aletta got up. Curiosity and resentment overpower him.

Who is too stupid to send a letter without a name? After settling in he finally took over the paper. Something tickled his stomach even before reading the entire contents. Although the sender wrote the letter with mention, fortunately each paper can imitate and detect handwriting through sound. So Aletta was so convinced by this very familiar writing.

Aletta's eyebrows shot up next to each other as she read word for word.

...Someone is dying in the palace. Very dying. The queen ordered that you bring the best elixir in Pyrgos. He'll be dead in half an hour, so hurry up.If you're in doubt, just imagine someone with a slit neck and broken ribs. That's how it is. Just come to the mansion near the entrance in the first room. Hurry along! You guys have to hurry....

Unsurely, Aletta's face filled, she immediately wanted to sneer as she read the last sentence.

...Oh don't forget to bring some fruit if you have....

"Yes very important," Aletta replied. He pulled Fiola's arm and continued, "yes. I will accompany you to fulfill the wishes of this letter."

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Distracted by the relief after sending the letter, Camelia wanted to lay herself down on a soft mattress. So he entered a room not far from where he was sitting. The king-size mattress that ran through the middle of the room was like a death-charm that he could not resist. With a little limping he stepped up and landed his body there.

The euphoria of comfort enveloped him prompting him to close his eyes. Only when his breathing began to be regular did his listener sense with a focus on detecting the surroundings. At that moment, he felt a sense of awkwardness and quickly opened his eyes. Camelia couldn't have heard wrong. He was sure it was the sound of breathing. But it's definitely not his.

There's someone else here.

With a slow movement, Camelia's hand walked closer to her bag. Mastered with a sense of alert, Camelia only took randomly objects that felt quite dense. After getting up and turning around quickly, Camelia's eyes widened when she saw that there was a man behind her. It was a pity that the man was able to detect the resistance movement given and easily catch his hand.

Before Camelia asked who the person in front of her was, she cursed her bag because it could only take out an eggplant. Although it's long, but oh my goodness! What can an eggplant cut?!

Swallowing her embarrassment deeply, Camelia tried to resist and resolutely asked, "Who are you?!"

Camelia had not even put up a significant resistance, but one other hand had already caught up. The position of the two facing make the face of the perpetrator exposed clearly. The pressure on his wrist was so intense, he had already released the damn eggplant since earlier.

"I asked who are you?!" cry Camelia again.

I am sure I have put all my strength into rebellion. However, his hand only moved slightly. This situation made Camelia feel defeated. Camelia was not upholding her pride as a woman. He doesn't care much about that.

The thought was was he very weak or was the man in front of him too strong? The other party was even just relaxed and smiling, but Camelia had already been made to not wince.

Of course, he immediately forgot if his power had run out in the previous fight. Fortunately the man did not know himself was still considering not grasping at the injured part.

The man chuckled before finally saying in a calm voice. "I thought you weren't scared at all."

Camelia rebelled once more, but the grip on both her arms only grew tighter. "Coward!" his pedicab.

To be honest Camelia wanted to shout at the man as a thief. However, the appearance of this figure before him was simply not a match. Fancy silk robes .. That handsome face — oh my goodness, had she not been upset first, Camelia would gladly praise the masterpiece of the face in front of her. However, forget!

What good is good looking, if you don't have a tattoo! Camelia was upset. How dare he enter my room!

"Oh sweetness."

Are you crazy?

Camellia's losing her temper.

"I'm angry! You didn't see? I'm so mad! Release!"

"May I know your name?"

God fucking.

No, this guy is not sane. Who would ask for names in this situation?!

"Do you have no shame? You don't know how to meet a woman? You wanna die?" Camelia became increasingly furious.

As if he had just received a compliment, instead of being angry the man even widened his smile. "I honestly don't know how. Mn ... Then may I guess? Are you Camelia?"

Camelia's pelotage widens. "Stalker!"

"Ah how is this? I wanted to introduce myself but I even have two nicknames."

Descending from cowardice as a stalker, Tirian did not think he would have experienced this situation before. He lived on luxury and everyone around him was subservient to him. However, the two feelings that plagued his heart made him unable to feel the humiliation in those two words. Instead, he just showed interest.

"Can you lower your voice a little? We can talk well, my ears hurt." That intonation was still as calm as before.

Camelia grinned. "Can you let go of your grip? My hand hurts!"

Tirian. "I don't intend to hurt you. You don't seem to be obedient if I tell you to keep quiet. I'm afraid it'll be hard if you keep fighting."

Acting hard? You think I'm weak?!

Feeling slighted, Camelia's chest became inflamed. But he tried to neutralize his expression. "All right, let me go."

Tirian looked at him doubtfully, but finally loosened his grip. She let Camelia pull her hand, but the man did not let down the surveillance.

"I don't feel like scaring you so you don't have to run away, like you said, we need to talk and I'll explain—"

Tirian's words were cut off as Camelia who had just stood up from the bed suddenly turned around and unsheathed the sword. Tirian did not let his guard down at all, he quickly stood to the side of Camelia and blocked her from behind. Without pause the man grabbed the other party's wrist, making Camelia's hand lose strength until the sword she was holding fell to the ground.

Camelia tried to resist, she might be an expert at swinging swords, but this confrontation from almost no distance was a weakness. More physically will naturally lose to the opposite sex. He was quite aware, the man in front of him is not Aron, who wants to succumb when slapped for trying to snatch the fruit dozens of years ago. Therefore however Camelia rebelled, her movement only ended with both of them falling into the mattress with Camelia locked from above.

Being under the body of a foreign man, if both hands were unlocked, Camelia was eager to break the nose of a shameless man right now!

"You—"

There was no time to protest at Camelia's throat coming out, a voice suddenly coming from the right.

"Camelia! what are you guys doing?!"

The two turned their heads only to see Aletta and Fiola standing in the doorway.

Stared with a view 'since when have you had a lover?' Camelia quickly reacted, "It's not what you think it is."

However, before Camelia could explain any further, Aletta's hand lifted to close Fiola's eyes and said with low intonation, "Let's go, it's rude to stare...."

Dying too much? Dead in half an hour? Aletta cursed inwardly. Does he really want to die?!