Mage Legend
Chapter 305: Episode 13 Rainy Night_2

Chapter 305: Episode 13 Rainy Night_2

Lynch closed his eyes, slipping into meditation, and did not continue discussing the topic.

When night fell, the news of mage Lynch’s arrival in Heather spread throughout the Elf Holy Mountain. In the elves’ long lives, they always cherish memories that can be preserved for a long time, and friendship is one of them. Many years ago, mage Lynch had already befriended these elves, and reuniting now was naturally a joyful occasion.

Visitors to Salantir were few, and those who could enter Heather were even fewer. Bards scattered across the Anriel Continent, even if they could see this Holy Mountain from afar, would be inspired to create beautiful verses. If these romantic poets were allowed to enter Heather, they might even agree to exchange fifty years of their lives. Even elves who share a love for beautiful music would not easily invite others into this woodland, let alone other outsiders. It was only after aiding the Elf Clan in many tasks that Lynch was allowed to enter this land. As a rare guest, the mage’s arrival was something that delighted all elves.

That night, many elves came to visit. However, since Lynch had closed the curtain and did not lift it, no visitors entered the room. Although there was no door here, and one could freely enter and exit with a gentle lift of the hand, the closed curtain indicated that the host needed rest and should not be disturbed. The visiting elves left a few fruits they had picked at the door to show they had been there, then quietly turned and left. They had endless lifetimes to use, so a brief wait was not significant.

This delighted little Soka the most. She listened intently to the footsteps outside, and as soon as the visiting elves left, she would secretly reach out from beside the curtain, quickly grabbing a fruit and happily devour it inside the room.

The elves lit up their rooms, the special candles giving off a silvery white light—the color of the bright moon, yet flickering like starlight. The light from these candles adorned the entire Holy Land, as if beautiful stars were hung in the dense forest. The elves’ palace turned moon-white with the nightfall. Heather transformed into another night sky, another world.

A fine drizzle began to fall from the sky, with raindrops like thin threads tapping on the leaves, creating a faint patter. The elves’ songs emerged during the rainy night, singing praises to the rain that nourished everything. The melody’s rhythm combined with the sound of the rain, not weakening, but reaching very far. The entire Elf Kingdom could hear the songs emanating from here, and wherever there was rainwater, it wouldn’t be ignored. Even the residents living on the borders of Salantir could faintly appreciate this beautiful melody in the stillness of the deep night. They called it "The Elves’ Rainy Night Prayer."

The three people in the room quietly listened to the song outside, a beautiful music that did not require understanding the Elf Language to appreciate. Soka, with an apple in her mouth, forgot to chew, thoroughly immersed in the melody outside; Zilvra closed her eyes, motionless, and no one knew where her thoughts wandered.

The moon climbed higher and higher, and the music gradually softened, disappearing with sleep-inducing notes among the dense ancient trees. Lynch carried Soka and Zilvra to the hammock, covering them with the thin gauze made by the elves to protect them from the night’s moisture, then left the room alone.

As he lifted the curtain, he saw the person he expected to see. Elf Queen Hernfurry stood quietly on the platform outside the house. Just like the last time they met, the Elf Queen wore a plain white robe, simple without any decoration, only with a careful gaze could one notice some silver threads sewn at her cuffs—but in the presence of her holy appearance, staring at the queen felt very impolite. On her golden hair, she wore a simple small crown, carved from a part of the white trees here, elegant without the need for the various gemstones that adorn human crowns. Time had not left a trace on her face, no one could say the exact age of the queen, only legends claimed that she, like the Holy Land, existed in this world before other living beings. Her smooth skin was like that of a baby, filled with the dynamic power of the lake outside the Holy Land, but no one would consider that face as childlike, the reason being the queen’s eyes. Her deep emerald green eyes were like ancient pools, unfathomable, filled with memories of ages past and the footprints of time. They chronicled millions of years of history and could simultaneously see through the mists of the future.