Mage Legend
Chapter 310: Episode 15 Holy Temple

Chapter 310: Episode 15 Holy Temple

The next day, a gentle morning breeze wafted through the window, carrying the fresh scent of new leaves. These tender leaves, washed by the night’s rain, gleamed like green gemstones. Sunlight shone upon them, radiating a unique golden hue of the morning sun, revitalizing the entire Holy Mountain with vibrant life.

A few birds, uninvited, hopped into the room as if they were the rightful owners here. Their sky-blue feathers swayed, and their small black gemstone-like eyes darted around the room above their short red beaks. From behind them, a pair of delicate white hands slowly reached out. The owner of those hands held their breath, being careful not to make any sound.

But the alert birds were not so easily caught. The two birds rapidly flapped their wings, their small legs leaping, and in the blink of an eye, they were back in the freedom of the blue sky.

Soka pouted in disappointment, having just missed her chance. However, her white wings unfolded behind her, giving a gentle shake to stretch her limbs. When it comes to flying, the little angel was every bit as skilled as the most agile birds.

"Soka, stop playing around," Lynch’s voice came from the other side of the room. The mage in the black robe closed the book in his hand, picked up the Powerful Wand resting on his knee, and said to the little angel, "Today we’re going to meet the Elf Queen. It’s about time."

"Oh! Got it!" Soka retracted her wings, hopping over to Zilvra’s side and taking her hand. "Sister Zilvra, have you met the Elf Queen?"

"Of course not," Zilvra replied. "You should ask Lynch questions like that."

"He seems to know everything. Once I ask him, I’ll know the answer," Soka mischievously ran circles around the drow woman. "Keeping a surprise is the happiest thing."

Lynch drew back the curtain, and outside a familiar elf was already waiting. Her colorful clothes remained as they were, with the only difference being a soft cloak over her hunter’s attire. It was meant to shield against the morning dew, which was rather chilly, feeling like early spring’s melting snow upon the skin.

"Lynch, I’m so glad you’re still alive," the elf Anna said with a smile. "I always believed so, which is why I never attended your funeral."

"Not just you, Morgan and Wislin were the same, but they were dragged there by force," Lynch said. "I recall the dwarf at my funeral kept muttering, ’He still owes me a lot of fine wine, and he always keeps his word. Until he repays his debt, he surely won’t die!’"

"In any case, welcome," Anna slightly leaned to the side, catching sight of the two ladies behind Lynch. Her eyebrows showed a slight trace of frown upon seeing Zilvra. But Anna immediately said to Lynch, "Come with me quickly. Heading to the palace in the morning is indeed a pleasant thing."

The mage didn’t notice the change in Anna’s expression. He called Zilvra and Soka to follow the elf slowly towards the mountaintop palace.

As Anna mentioned, compared to the silent Holy Land at night, Heather’s dawn was more enchanting and exciting. Everything seemed fresh and natural, as if under the rising sun it brimmed with endless vitality. After the rain’s nourishment, Lynch thought even the wooden houses seemed to have grown taller, preserving the ability to grow just like this forest.

The red berries on the vines hung with dewdrops, clear and transparent like crystals. Those crimson pearl-like fruits appeared more tempting and sweet. The foraging birds hopped around the berries, not in a hurry to take a bite, singing while gazing at the fruit, as if even they couldn’t bear to spoil this beautiful scene.

Early rising squirrels stood on the branches, clutching robust pine cones in their little hands. They had no concerns about food sources in this forest, so each appeared somewhat plump. Their soft fur was fluffy, and their broad tails, like umbrellas, covered their heads.

Anna’s steps ahead were light and graceful, with elf boots made of soft leather perfectly suited for the environment. The path ahead spiraled upwards around the Holy Mountain, allowing Zilvra and Soka to admire the scenic beauty from every angle.

Rope bridges connected each platform, with every platform serving a different purpose. Heather’s elves meticulously adorned every structure, even integrating music and beautiful poetry into them. Windows of various shapes were like dancing notes, carvings winding upon white walls flowed with poetry, and the vibrant colors on leaf-shaped wooden tiles exhibited the artistic fluidity, while the pointed rooftops marked the climax of a melody or poem, pointing towards the azure sky.

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