The Last Elementis's

TLE 7'S

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In general, the Troas region is divided into three parts. To the west was the royal territory including Pyrgos. While in the north was the territory that the witches occupied, this area was almost as large as the territory of the kingdom. It widened until it met a common area; where the amagine races and witches mingled. While the rest was in the south direction, only about a second of the area of the witches was the residence of the amagines. The position of the general area is naturally located in the middle, this just happens because of the interaction of the two races. The amagine population of Troas is very small. Different from other cities such as Albama and Fortland. Instead the witch population was more or less in those two places.

Lea's own residence is in a public area directly adjacent to the amagine's place. So he was used to mixing with them. Lea and Camelia arrive at Lea's yard when a girl suddenly bumps into them. The two women had yet to react, but the little boy immediately got up and stretched away. Camelia did not comment just looking at where the boy was running. Camelia no longer cared when she saw that she had joined her friends.

Leah saw the same thing. As he turned to Camelia, he saw his friend picking up something.

"Oh, he dropped his toy."

Camelia did not respond just looking at the object in her hand. This is not a foreign object. On the contrary, Camelia was very familiar. Even similar objects still have one in his bag; an object that is also left behind that he said he would return but has not been delivered to date.

"Replica witchstone, why do I see this thing so often?"

"There are many who sell it in the market."

Camelia knew that, in the market before she even saw some booths selling them there. However, what is disturbing is why wood objects that only run on paint are so in demand by many people?

"I also saw people hanging this thing in their homes. Most witches use this thing, maybe only you don't."

Lea reflexively looked towards her home. He understood what Camelia meant. Wizards are happy to hang a replica of the witchstone right in front of the door. And he only realized now that he wasn't interested in taking part.

Lea played on her ash brown hair as she started tilting her head to think. "I don't know for sure why but this may have something to do with witchstone's past contributions. You know your own history, right? People greatly admired the Elementists especially Lady Gracelia. Lady Gracelia's sacrifice against Death Valley's black sea tantrums as well as how the disappearance of the witchstone would be a tale of the past that will never disappear from everyone's mind. Especially the witches. Based on that history, as a form of remembrance of the sacrifice of Lady Gracelia, witchstone was finally made an icon of protection. Perhaps people assume that the existence of witchstone can keep away from danger. I also don't understand when they know it's just a replica made of a piece of wood. I have always admired Lady Gracelia. She is the definition of real beauty and beauty."

Camelia saw Lea smiling as she mentioned the last sentence. He could only think, oh like this the scenery when beautiful people were admiring beautiful people?

He did not think much longer and turned to see the son of the owner of the previous witchstone replica. If he does not return it now then he already has ownership debt to two children at once. The thought had just crossed, but it changed just like that when it saw how the child looked like. It turned out that he only had debt to one child, because the little girl there was the same child he had met before. The boy also owns a replica of the witchstone in his bag.

"Witchstone is also popular with children? How many replica witchstones does he have?"

Camelia was actually talking to herself, but Lea kindly replied. "I'm not sure about that. I rarely see kids playing it."

At that time Camelia only realized that the girls there did not approach her friends to play. There was a distance between where the little girl was standing and the other children who were chasing each other. Camelia's new mind was about to wander, but her focus was distracted when she saw a man approaching the little girl. The man there smiled amiably even without hesitation holding his shoulder and stroking the face of the girl in front of him. This closeness makes Camelia guess if there is a father-son relationship between the two. His anti-social soul immediately screamed, the intention to approach the child was dashed.

"I'll give it back later. He's with his dad."

Lea did not pay much attention before, she was a bit confused to the point of seeing the man Camelia was referring to lead the little boy away. He also shook his head. "That's not his father. People call him Mr. Malfoy. He really likes kids."

There's nothing really weird about that. It probably tastes the same as Camelia who loves animals and fruit. However, he vividly remembered how back then he himself in childhood hated interacting with adult men. So he stared at the departure of the two people with furrowed brows.

"If it were me, I wouldn't like it" he later said.

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On the wooden table some replicas of animals made of paper piled on each other. Camelia was playing one in her hand, it was the shape of a bird. Looking at her untouched form, Camelia knew animal origami was actually an unread letter. Camelia was unemployed, she might be kind enough to read it to Lea, but she needed to weigh the consequences.

"You're sure I wouldn't throw up if I read this?"

Leah seemed to be unconcerned, she was busy watching the thread and needle twitching in the air. Although he could do it with his eyes closed, it seemed that something he embroidered was so special that he did not want to miss a single one of his embroidery.

"Actually they're all very sweet, but the more I read them the guilt always haunts me. I don't know how else to make them stop."

Camelia had just opened a little fold of her paper instantly losing interest.

"Leave it then, the shapes are pretty enough to decorate the room. Just assemble it, you're over it."

Lea pursed her lips. "You're so mean."

"I want to give advice but I'm inexperienced. Instead of me telling you to draw a sword at them, you better accept one of them. Maybe they keep bothering you because you still haven't made a choice."

Lea pulled a part of her hair forward. While moving her hand there, Lea replied, "It's not that easy. Among them there's nothing I like and feelings can't be forced."

"You won't understand. I like other people."

"Yes that's right. I don't understand what you mean. But all I know is not good bothering a married man."

Lea suddenly lost focus, thread and needle falling into her lap just like that. Not long after the sound of a whisper was heard.

"So what should I do? I tried to forget it but I couldn't." Leah shed her tears.

Camelia really did not understand this situation, she wanted to provide entertainment but her brain was suddenly deadlocked. So he just said,

"You want me to kill his wife?"

Seeing Lea turn her head Camelia thought if it wasn't a bad idea. However, his brows instantly furrowed as Lea's cries became increasingly broken.

All right, all right, killing is very inhumane.

Staring at Lea who was now down with trembling shoulders, instead of being full, Camelia exhaled.

Beauty only brings disaster.

Of course he said without reflecting first. Camelia often praised handsome men, but for the beauty of a woman, Lea was still the first in her eyes. Ignore Lady Gracelia, who is said to be a goddess. Camelia had never seen him so she did not have to compare with something that was not there.

Ash brown hair and toska irises belonging to Lea certainly not obtained just like that. Blood nyhimp—peri tree—flowing in his body. With his identity and as the only descendant of the nyhimp, he deserves the adoration of many men. However, unfortunately Lea was not as lucky as she looked. As if trapped by the love of the past has not been unlucky enough, Lea's fate becomes more bitter because he meets a figure he can not forget. Everything got worse as he only met a figure who seemed to be the same but the memories, hearts even names belonged to others. How can he expect his feelings to be reciprocated? Maybe Camelia's right. Too stupid to like a married man. Poor lea.

After hearing Lea's cries subside, the almost saturated-killed Camelia now began to complain. "Have you finished crying? Don't just shut up. I'm getting bored."

Lea raised her head. Although Camelia's tongue was too sharp to be a companion in sad times, there was strangely no upset look on her face. Instead, he sympathized.

"Are you tired? You want to go to bed first? I still have to focus on finishing this handkerchief."

Looking at Lea's puffy eyes, Camelia just wanted to complain more and more. "It seems you should take a break. I'll just sleep."

Camelia had already moved from her place. In this house there is only one bed. Fortunately, he still had the awareness not to make the owner of the house lie on a chair. Although actually he did this because he used to sleep in any place during the training period first.

Camelia had already broken down onto a rattan long chair when something flying in the air was heading towards her. It was a magpie. As if understanding the bird was indeed coming for her, Camelia raised her hand letting the magpie land there. Camelia looked unsurprised as the all-white magpie suddenly stiffened as it touched the surface of her skin. He's clearly familiar. The real Murai was that this letter would turn into paper once it reached its intended destination. That's how everyone gets their message across. However, this replica of a magpie comes only from work.

The corner of Camelia's lips was pulled as soon as she finished reading the contents. He looked at Leah who was still sitting on the other seat. "My holiday seems to be over. I'll be home tomorrow."

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The sun slowly began to rise to the top. The light falling right from the west side illuminated the pillars of the palace that stood firm. Two people accompanied by two cups of tea sat on the balcony of the palace chatting and enjoying the view. One of them was a man with a beautiful appearance. The chest of the field was only coated in a thin, un-bright fabric, but the long outer robe made the appearance of a golden brown haired figure more luxurious and elegant. The brown feathers encrusted on his shoulders seemed insignificant, but indirectly gave off a resolute aura. There was no decent inequality compared to when faced with the woman in front of him. These two figures were almost equivalent in terms of appearance.

Not far down there, the knights led by Ramos were training in self-defense. The man who had been watching the practice since just now had only turned his eyes away after one of the two fighting dropped his opponent. Keeping his golden brown hair tidy, he turned his head and continued the chatter.

"I thought the view of the palace in the morning would be very calm, who would have thought the clanking of swords had already clashed even before the tea in the empty cup. Queen Serafina is a gentle person, I never thought your leadership was so inversely proportional."

The woman in front of him put down the cup without making a sound, a faint smile spreading across his face. "This "mansion may not be right for entertaining guests. But Mr. Tirian came without warning so we did not prepare the place well. This area is the closest place to the entrance, you may be too tired so don't want to move to a more distant mansion."

"No problem. I just think about it randomly. I was sensitive to the wind so I chose the land route. However, I and the group were too careless to keep setting off during the day from the last inn, so we were even late to enjoy the sight of twilight at Troas. It's an honor for Queen Serafina to still give us a place to sleep."

Queen Serafina chuckled. "You're too proud, Tirian. It's been a long time since I freed you and Kenan called me by my name. I not only cherish this friendship, I even consider the Agrios Clan to be no stranger."

Tirian smiled. "You've been so good. Maybe Kenan still deserves it, but I who rarely visit this increasingly feel bad. Am I still worthy of being called a friend?"

That intonation should have sounded like one who was asking for forgiveness, but Queen Serafina did not feel astonished when she did not find it there. He ignored it and became more serious. "Every autumn festival comes you always come alone to invite the people of Troas to participate in it. However, this time you don't seem to just come to invite. Is something different this year?"

Tirian's expression changed subtly. He stared in the distance before returning to his interlocutor. "I want a better party. I accidentally heard people talking about our clan which he said was very unfriendly. I hate this kind of trash talk spreading in society. So I want to make a big party and gather all the races to blend in. They must clear up this misunderstanding."