The Prince's Beloved Servant

Friend of the Fate

"Just this time I heard a mixtus complaining about the creator's destiny." Ezra looked astonishedly at Yurika. "I'm also a mixtus" he said.

"Are you a mixed descendant?" Yurika rounded her eyes.

Ezra nodded. "My mother was the king's cousin and my father was a common warrior elf. Both died during a war with the Ogres. I was taken care of by the elf commander so that I could still live in the palace and now become the prince's bodyguard."

A mixtus no longer gets its privileges. The blood of the noble lineage was considered lost so that its aura was dim. Mixtus would be an ordinary elf even though his standing was still higher than that of a worker elf.

Mixtus could still work as a merchant, innkeeper, and soldier. Unlike the worker elves who could be considered as the bottom and poor elves. They could only depend on the lives of the nobility.

"You're an unrecognized royal descendant?" Yurika was so moved to hear the story.

Ezra smiled. "Why do you feel sorry for me? Isn't your fate more pitying to the point of committing suicide?"

Ezra's words are true as well. Yurika could worry about the man, while her life suffers more. He doesn't even know about his family.

"I wonder at you. Why would a mixtus be a working elf in the Jansen nobleman's residence?"

Yurika rolled her eyeballs to the right and to the left. 'Where do I know? My knowledge is limited to novels that I have read and of course only tell the main character. Figure figures like us have no clarity, ' he murmured in his heart.

"Even you still inherit that beautiful hair color. I became even more curious, was one of your parents a member of the royal family or a high-ranking noble?" Ezra envied the mixtus woman it could have a beautiful hair color.

Yurika smiled stiffly. "I can't say it," he said. Actually, he really doesn't know. 'Later when I come home, I will ask my father who he says is still alive. What my father's face looks like I don't know yet, ' his inner self.

"There's no point in that anymore. Mixtus, who was born without an aura, is no longer considered part of the family, aka the outcast." Ezra looked up at the sky filled with stars and the moon shining brightly.

"At first I thought you were just an ordinary elf," Yurika said.

Yurika nodded. "All the worker elves had jet black hair color. Just some that are slightly brownish in color."

"And only you have such light hair color yet only a working elf!" timpal Ezra's.

"Well, that's how. It's very strange. Haha ...." Yurika laughed at her own strangeness. The world is also very strange to him.

"Usually, hair color indicates how strong the aura of the elves is. Also determine the high and low position of elves in social strata. Maybe we are the exception" explained Ezra.

He had already been trying to figure out why he was born that way. Though his mother was a close family of the king, but he did not inherit the slightest aura of elves in him.

"Is there no way to bring out the aura of an elf?" ask Yuri. Now he would not have to survive in that world. At the very least, he wanted to become an elf whose position was higher so as not to be bullied by others.

"Of course there is. Holy water from an ascetic, Yahzen, the oldest elf in the world."

"Or if you can get the right noble elves, your aura as a respectable elf can also come back."

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