I Became My Elf King Character In A Game-Like World
Chapter 52: Unicorns and Elves

Chapter 52: Unicorns and Elves

Elaria knelt beside the Unicorn Leader, her fingers brushing against its blood-stained wing. The once-pristine white feathers were soaked in red, and the sight made her chest tighten.

"Your Majesty, many unicorns are wounded," she said softly, her voice tinged with worry. The Unicorn Leader let out a low, steady cry, as if reassuring her that the injuries were nothing to be concerned about.

Renjiro, who had been observing the aftermath of the battle, suddenly remembered something. A small smile played on his lips as he reached into his space ring.

"Before I left the territory, I brought a few barrels of Water from spring just in case," he said. "Didn’t think I’d actually need them." With a wave of his hand, several large wooden barrels appeared before them.

When he pried open the lids, the liquid inside shimmered with a soft, glow, radiating powerful magic.

Elaria’s eyes lit up. "Life Water is incredible! It doesn’t just restore magic—it heals wounds faster than any spell." She reached for a barrel, the excitement in her voice clear. "Even the Temple holy water isn’t as effective as this."

Renjiro nodded, recalling the ancient records of the elves. Elunarian Spring Water was one of their greatest things in their land now, far surpassing any known healing elixirs on the Continent.

It naturally gathered in Goddess Lake, deep in the elves’ homeland, but even there, it was rare—only a limited amount was produced each year. The elves had always been careful with its use, reserving it for only the most critical moments.

But things had changed.

His territory now held six Elunarian Springs, each overflowing with Life Water. There was more than enough for his people. In fact, he had so much that he’d grown used to using it for trivial things—washing his face, brushing his teeth. Honestly, his skin had never felt smoother, and his teeth had never been whiter.

"Distribute the Life Water among the injured unicorns," Renjiro instructed. "I want them fully healed as soon as possible."

"Understood, Your Majesty!" Elaria wasted no time, calling over several elves to carry the barrels to the unicorn herd.

One barrel remained untouched, its contents meant for the Unicorn Leader. Of all the unicorns, it had suffered the worst injuries. It had taken multiple devastating blows from the Dark Wolf Leader to protect its kind. Renjiro placed a hand on its mane. "Drink up," he said with a small smile. "You’ve probably never had this before. It’s pretty good."

The Unicorn Leader, however, shook its head.

Renjiro blinked in surprise.

The great beast nudged him gently with its wing, pushing the barrel away. Its eyes held quiet resolve—it knew the value of spring Water and refused to waste such a precious resource on itself. Its wounds, though serious, would heal on their own in time.

Renjiro chuckled. "You’re stubborn," he mused. He tilted his head slightly. "Are you male or female?" He still wasn’t sure.

Shaking his head, he crouched beside the Unicorn Leader. "Drink," he said firmly. "We have more than enough. Everyone in my territory drinks it daily. And from today onward, so will you and others."

The Unicorn Leader let out a soft, questioning sound. [Really?]

Renjiro nodded. "Really. We have six Elunarian Springs, all full of Water. There’s no need to be so cautious with it."

The Unicorn Leader studied him for a moment before lowering its head. Then, in one swift motion, it plunged its muzzle into the barrel and drank every last drop.

Almost immediately, its wounds began to close. The dried blood flaked away, the torn flesh mended, and within moments, the mighty beast stood completely healed.

The other unicorns drank as well, their injuries vanishing just as swiftly. Within minutes, the entire herd was restored.

A sudden excited cry rang out.

A small, chubby white unicorn came bounding toward Renjiro, circling around him eagerly. Every few seconds, it pressed its soft head against his leg, rubbing affectionately against him.

Before Renjiro could react, the Unicorn Leader swatted at the little one with its wing, growling a stern warning. The message was clear—Respect His Majesty.

The young unicorn whimpered, eyes wide and pleading. It glanced up at Renjiro, its tiny ears drooping in disappointment.

Renjiro chuckled and knelt, lifting the little creature into his arms. It was warm, soft, and surprisingly light. "You’re a bold one, aren’t you?" he murmured.

The unicorn let out a happy "woo~" and stuck out its tongue, licking his palm. It seemed to like his scent.

Renjiro glanced at the Unicorn Leader. "Take your herd and return to my territory with me," he said. "Once I deal with the ogre tribe in the west, the entire Forest will be safe for us and you."

The Unicorn Leader nodded solemnly. It threw its head back and let out a powerful cry. Immediately, the rest of the unicorns gathered around, their heads dipping slightly in acknowledgment of the Elf King’s.

Elves stood among them, their expressions filled with admiration. Elaria had even climbed onto the back of a full-grown unicorn, her hair flowing behind her. Seated atop the majestic creature, she looked almost divine.

Renjiro took in the scene, feeling a rare sense of contentment. Unicorns were a rare sight, and now they belonged to his people.

"There aren’t many of them," he murmured, eyes scanning the hundred or so unicorns before him. "But if I had thousands... maybe even more..." A thought took root in his mind.

A unicorn cavalry.

Unicorns were far superior to the warhorses used by human knights. These weren’t mere mounts—they were magical creatures with immense potential.

A fully grown unicorn was a ninth-Circle beast, and the most gifted among them could reach the strong. The Unicorn Leader itself had the potential to become a stronger than ninth-circle beast.

If he could command an entire cavalry of these creatures, his strength in the Continent would skyrocket.

Stronger than the beast clan’s riders. More agile than the dwarves’ war goats. Faster and deadlier than anything humans could field.

A sharp movement at the edge of the clearing pulled Renjiro from his thoughts.

A group of elf archers approached, leading five ragged-looking human mercenaries. Their clothes were tattered and stained with blood.

One of them, a close-combat fighter, had an elf arrow lodged deep in his gut. His hands trembled as he clutched the wound, his breathing shallow and labored.

Selena, the lead archer, stopped before Renjiro and inclined her head slightly. "Your Majesty," she said. "We found these mercenaries trying to escape the battlefield."

The prisoners, seeing who stood before them, instantly collapsed to their knees. Their faces were pale, eyes filled with terror.

"Your Majesty, Elf King—please, spare us!" one of them begged, his voice shaking.

Renjiro regarded them with cold, unreadable eyes.

Mercenaries. Stragglers from the defeated forces.

He glanced at Selena. "Explain," he said.