After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 202 - 70: Worthy of Yila Now!

Chapter 202: Chapter 70: Worthy of Yila Now!

"Were they from the Empire?!"

"Damn it! Yila was actually attacked! Which country did they come from?"

"If it was a Grand Mage, could it have been a mage from the Three Towers?"

"Maybe it was the theocratic country! Let’s storm their land! Ahhh!"

"..."

It seemed that the attack on Yila infuriated the elves, and they all expressed their desire to stand up for Yila. However, at this moment, the chaos was more troublesome than helpful...

"It’s so crowded! Everyone, stop heading into the hall!"

Cassiopeia tried to dissuade them, and it took a lot of effort to drive all the elves out of the hall. Out of breath, she sat opposite Yila, who was quietly reading a book, and complained, "Yila, how can you just sit there like that?"

"What else should I do?"

Yila responded, gently turning the pages of the book, with a bandage wrapped around his neck. He said, "Everyone means well, but I’m not good at dealing with such scenes."

*Compared to those impassioned shouts of ’Ahhh! I’ll cut them up for you!’, he would rather face a bunch of people shouting ’Ahhh! I’ll cut you up!’*

*After all, the latter was much easier to handle.*

But, one way or another, seeing how much these elves cared for him, Yila was still very moved, as the smile on his face could attest.

"So, Yila, are you now able to... absorb human mana?"

Cassiopeia looked curiously at Yila’s neck, blinking as she asked, "So, what is the nature of ’human’ mana pillars? It feels difficult to define."

Yila nodded. He thought so too... Whether it was the Blood Clan, the Iron Demon Statues, or the Witch Demons, even the Dwarfs, all had very distinct impressions and ability traits, but humans and elves did not.

Beastmen also had clear distinctions because of their detailed tribal divisions...

"I think it’s classified by profession."

Yila said this while carelessly flipping through the pages, "Warriors, mages, rangers, stalkers... I think that’s probably how it is. As for elves, it’s likely uniform, derived from the ranger template."

This morning, Yila had used Void Travel to reach the World Tree, where he found the Desire Main Branch. With the Branch of Anger, he inscribed new characters onto his soul. He was now a fully-formed Governor.

Of course, he was the only one. If other Governors wanted to achieve the same, to use human mana as ammunition, they’d need to come and modify themselves.

Or Yila could help them inscribe spells on their necks.

Although the spells were inscribed on the soul, there would still be marks left on the neck, leaving behind spell wounds that would take a while to heal. Additionally...

After scrutinizing himself, Yila discovered that his neck’s World Spell had a slight addition; he needed to pay closer attention to it later—the length of the World Spell had increased slightly.

In other words, the blue indicator had grown longer at some point.

"..."

"..."

*"Swish!"*

For some reason, Cassiopeia didn’t respond. The hall was quiet except for Yila’s page-turning. He glanced at Cassiopeia and found her staring intently at his face.

Yila turned his head back, casually asking while reading "Professional Music from Beginner to World Tree," "What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me?"

"..."

"Nothing, just looking at you."

Cassiopeia said this, and Yila didn’t mind letting her continue to look.

After a while, Cassiopeia couldn’t help but sigh, "Yila, you haven’t changed at all. Neither your appearance nor your body has changed one bit."

Upon hearing this, Yila couldn’t help but look up at Cassiopeia... with an inexplicable look that clearly said, *"What are you talking about? Have you changed?"*

"Ah, I haven’t changed either."

Cassiopeia said, chuckling foolishly as if recalling something, "Before your war ended, one of the Legends of the elves, Seraanka, died."

Yila wasn’t aware of this.

"Was he killed?"

"Hmm, apparently poisoned. There’s also talk that he died of an incurable disease. I don’t know the exact details, but many Legends should also have died of old age."

Cassiopeia’s words made Yila shift his gaze from his book, saying, "Yose could be considered one who died of old age, though he did it intentionally... that fool."

After his sharp critique of Yose, Yila continued reading. He didn’t understand why Cassiopeia would bring up the topic of Legends... In essence, Legends were just a title.

Strictly speaking, "Legend" wasn’t a level, but referred to "legendary figures"... a concept entirely different from "unparalleled mighty beings" or "super masters."

Firstly, one needed enough "legendary fame," recognized worldwide, plus sufficient strength to be regarded as a Legend. Later on...

The term was deconstructed. People began to agree that those with legendary strength shouldn’t be called "supreme experts" or "super masters," so those with the required strength, but who weren’t well known, were also called "Legends."

Eventually, the definition of Legend became increasingly uneven.

In Yose’s case, his status as a king raised his fame, and his strength was absolutely sufficient to reach that level, so he was a bona fide Legend.

Yila was even more so. Ten non-human Legends could gang up on Yila, and it wouldn’t be Yila who felt intimidated... After today, that "non-human" qualifier would also need to be removed.

"Yila, do you think I count as a Legend?"

Cassiopeia asked.

"I’ve never seen you in action, but by your fame and the rumors about your archery, you’re more than enough to be a Legend... but before that, you’re firstly the Elf Empress."

Yila said, fully understanding that some titles took precedence over "Legend." Yose was the same; no one referred to him as the "Legendary figure of the Empire"... it was always "King Yose" or similar titles.

"I see, then that’s good."

Cassiopeia brightened up.

...

*Inexplicable...* Yila thought to himself.

However, what the elves said was correct. Those humans in robes who mastered Shape-shifting fire spells couldn’t be nameless individuals.

They were likely from a certain school or inherited from a theocratic country’s sect.

It was time to head back to the tower to search for more information.