I Became My Elf King Character In A Game-Like World
Chapter 65: Sylphie

Chapter 65: Sylphie

[Ding! Dear User...]

[The system believes you’ll become a great Elf King!]

[Side Quest Issued!]

[Quest: Establish an Elf Territory in the Forest and declare to all races that the elves have risen again.]

[Time Limit: One Month]

[Reward: One Equipment Draw Chance]

[Penalty for Failure: Erase the God’s Blood from the User’s Body]

Renjiro stood rooted to the spot, his mind reeling. He’d only tossed out the idea of a kingdom—more amusing than a vow—and yet the system had pounced, slapping a deadline on his half-formed dream. "One month?" he muttered, voice thick with disbelief. "That’s barely a heartbeat."

The ogre tribe lurking in the west? He could crush them—snap their crude clubs and send them scrambling.

But the elves? They were still a fragile thread. His archers and huntresses numbered a mere 30,000—a flicker of strength against the legions he’d need.

Without 100,000 warriors at his back, how could he stand tall? "I need more gold," he growled under his breath, the words sharp against the night air.

"A real army. When this Terrtory rises, I want humans, dwarves, beast clans—even those smug Wyverns—gawking in awe." He pictured it: inviting them all to the founding, a spectacle to burn the elves’ return into their skulls. Without raw might to back it, they’d just snicker and turn away.

As the thought churned, the glowing orb around the Unicorn Leader quivered. In a blink, it shattered, holy magic surging out like a flood.

The beast reared, wings unfurling as a cry ripped through the stillness—a sound of pure triumph. A wave of pressure rolled from its form, bowing the heads of every unicorn in silent reverence.

Renjiro’s breath snagged, his eyes glued to the creature. "Tenth circle," he whispered, pride threading the words. "A Tenth circle magical beast."

Moments later, the Unicorn Leader trotted to his side, silver mane catching the moonlight like liquid starlight. It nudged his arm with a joyful bump, warmth and delight flowing between them like a shared pulse.

Its look hadn’t changed much—same elegant horn, same snowy coat—but now it glowed with a deeper holiness, a noble hum that seemed to ripple the air.

Renjiro’s hand found its neck, a grin tugging at his lips. "Tenth circle, huh? Stronger than ever. Look after your herd, alright?"

"Don’t you worry!" came a bright, bubbly chirp. "I’ll keep the unicorns safe—and all the sweet, lovely elves too!"

His hand froze mid-pat, jaw dropping. "You’re talking?" The voice was high and crisp, like a kid skipping through a meadow—not Elaria’s soft lilt by a long shot.

The Unicorn Leader bobbed its head, practically dancing on its hooves. "Yep! Tenth circle means I can talk now! And when I hit eleventh, I’ll turn human—how fun’s that?"

It clicked then. Renjiro had heard old tales—beasts hitting Tenth circle and picking up speech, like that gruff Dark Wolf Leader out east—but hearing it from his own mount, in that chipper little-girl tone, threw him off balance.

Elaria sidled up, eyes twinkling like she’d just unwrapped a gift. "Your Majesty, she’s talking now—she needs a name, don’t you think?"

"A name?" He scratched his jaw, nodding slowly. "Yeah, you’re right—she’s earned it."

The Unicorn Leader pranced around them, hooves tapping a giddy beat on the earth. "Make it a pretty one! Something sparkly!"

He smirked, crossing his arms. "How Sylphie’s sound? Sylphie Mikazuki. You’re my partner, so you get the royal elf name too."

"Sylphie?" She tilted her head, ears flicking like she was tasting the sound. "Oh, I love it! I’m your Sylphie now! I’ll guard you with everything I’ve got!" Her tiny, gleeful squeak melted something in his chest.

He could already see her at eleventh-circle—some pint-sized girl with golden curls and a stubby horn, bouncing along beside him. The image yanked a chuckle out of him.

After a bit more chatter, he waved her off. "Back to the lake, Sylphie. Keep an eye on other unicorns ."

She tossed her mane with a proud little flourish and trotted off, head high as she strutted around Lake.

The other unicorns watched her, awe shimmering in their eyes—their queen now a towering pillar of grace and might. "Listen up!" she piped, voice ringing bright. "You’ve all have to train hard, okay? We’re protecting the elves!"

"Woo woo~" the herd chorused, nodding like eager kids.

But as Sylphie flapped her new wings to stretch them, a gust whipped up and knocked a chubby little unicorn flat. "Woo woo??" it squeaked, tumbling onto its side, big round eyes blinking up in a daze.

Sylphie huffed, puffing out her chest. "Hey, you little fluffball, His Majesty is mine! No sneaking off for hugs or letting him scoop you up—next time, I’ll thump you harder!"

"Woo!!" The tiny unicorn’s lip quivered, tears welling up fast.

Her stern look softened, and she nudged it with her nose. "Aw, don’t cry. Just behave, and your queen won’t have to bonk you, deal?"

"Woo~" it whimpered, nodding quick. But the second Sylphie turned, the little one sprang up with a rustle of hooves and waddled off in a panic, darting for its mom. Sylphie didn’t catch it, already striding back to her patrol.

That night, beneath a sky stitched with stars, Renjiro slipped into the forbidden grove alone.

Elaria and the commanders stayed back, leaving him to the quiet hum of the sacred space. The Eternal Tree loomed ahead, its gnarled branches swaying like they were whispering secrets.

As he drew near, a weathered face flickered to life in the bark. "Well, well, Elf King! You’ve come sneaking in!" the Tree Spirit rasped, its voice a creak of wind through dry leaves.

Renjiro grinned, hands on his hips. "What, no nap for you tonight, Spirit?"

"I snooze when the sun’s up," it shot back. "Moonlight’s my wake-up call—gets me buzzing. But, Renjiro, this spot’s getting tight. My branches are itching to stretch out!"

He blinked, caught off guard. "Wait—you can move?"

The Tree Spirit let out a low, crackly laugh. "Weird, right? I Used to be stuck deep, but lately, I feel like I could sprout legs and stomp off as a treant if I wanted."

Renjiro’s curiosity flared, and he muttered inward, "What’s going on here?"

[Dear User, under my influence, the Eternal Tree’s evolved into a mighty treant. Not just this one—Battleborn Trees, Elder tree of wisdom, all of ’em are treants now. They can roam free, but only where you let ’em.]

"Even the Battleborn Tree?" he pressed, brow furrowing. "How come it’s got no spirit like you?"

[When the Eternal Tree levels up to an Ancient Tree, all ancient trees—including Battleborn—will wake spirits and turn full treant.]

"It can level up?" His mind spun.

[Ding! Side Quest Issued]

[Quest: Spend 5 million gold coins to upgrade the Eternal Tree into an Ancient Tree.]

[Time Limit: One Month]

[Reward: User’s Rank Increases by One Circle]

[Penalty for Failure: The Current Eternal Tree Falls into Eternal Sleep]

Renjiro’s mouth twisted, a groan slipping free. Was the system messing with him? He was already stuck with one quest—now it piled on another?

Five million gold in a month, with his rank dangling and the Eternal Tree’s life on the line. He half-wanted to snap back, but the system’s chime had faded, leaving him staring at the tree’s hopeful, craggy face. Another task, another mountain. He sighed deep. Time to roll up his sleeves.