Chapter 111: The Silver Moon Elf

"You're saying you want to take a human as your master!" At the summit of the mountains, within an ancient yet majestic complex of buildings, a roar echoed like the roar of a tiger.

Halfway up the mountain, in a simple yet imposing Greco-style palace built by the five-colored dragons under Muria's direction, curious dragon heads peeked out, looking towards the mountaintop.

However, as these dragons discerned the source of the roar, they immediately remembered a terrifying figure with snow-white fur, causing their bodies to shiver involuntarily. They quickly retracted their heads and obediently focused on the spellbooks Muria had tasked them to analyze.

At the mountaintop, within the rustic dwelling, the atmosphere was somewhat strange. A white tiger glared at a robust Titan youth, looking as though it was ready to pounce at any moment.

Nearby, three red dragons watched the standoff, one of them seemingly wanting to intervene and break it up, but the other two firmly held her down, preventing her from interfering.

Beside them, on a pile of books, a white-haired girl sat reading, completely oblivious to everything happening around her.

"Why are you so agitated?" Muria asked the large feline, puzzled. "It's me who wants to take a master, not you."

"As a child of Titans and dragons, how can you consider taking a human as your master?"

"Why not? Just because he's human?" Muria smiled. "Because his lineage is too humble?"

"That's not... exactly it." Seeing the thunder in Muria's eyes, as if flames were burning within, the white tiger Troy hesitated. "I mean, you really don't need to seek out a human as a master. In our lands, there are so many legendary Titans, and you have the unparalleled sword techniques from your Titan heritage."

"Do I need to repeat myself? Under equal conditions, the Sword Saint and Lord Asheburn fought to a draw. In terms of swordsmanship, Sword Saint Ryan's skills are beyond question. Asking him to be my swordsmanship instructor is a very good choice."

"Cassio, what do you think?" Troy looked for support from the voluptuous spirit.

"It's suitable." Cassio immediately sided with Muria upon hearing Troy's question. "In terms of swordsmanship, it's quite appropriate for Muria to seek him as an instructor."

"Alright then." Hearing Cassio's agreement, Troy no longer objected but raised another practical concern. "According to you, this human Sword Saint is now on the Eternal Island of the elves. How do you plan to find him?"

"That's exactly what I've been worrying about." Muria scratched his head, looking towards Cassio. "I can't find him now."

"I'm powerless in this regard." Cassio shook his head in response to Muria's pleading look. "I can only access information from within our lands and some external information collected in the database. I know nothing about what happens on the Elf Island."

"Elf Island?" Muria paused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "If I can find an elf to guide me, then I could find the Sword Saint."

"Where will you find an elf now?" Troy sneered.

"It's possible." Muria's gaze still fixed on the spirit. "Cassio, you mentioned before, if any Titan wants to learn archery, the elf tribe will send a royal family member to teach."

"To find an elf under such pretenses, that's deceit. They wouldn't help you if they knew."

"Who says it's deceit? I never said I wouldn't learn archery." Muria rubbed Troy's furry tiger head. "I want to learn swordsmanship, and I won't give up on the strongest archery techniques of the elf tribe either. I'll learn both."

"I've already notified the Elf Court." Cassio looked towards Muria. "Within three days, an elf will come. When that happens, you must ensure you learn archery well while figuring out a way to get the elf to take you to the Eternal Island to find the Sword Saint."

"Understood."

...

Muria thought he would have to wait two days for an elf to arrive, so he started studying a formation book to pass the time. However, just two hours later, Cassio reported that the elf who would teach Muria archery had already arrived.

"That was quick?" Muria looked up in surprise, earlier than Cassio's estimate.

"Probably because of your identity!" The large cat acting as Muria's seat lazily commented. "You have two epic grandfathers. Those pointy-eared ones probably wouldn't dare to dawdle."

"Buzz!" A small teleportation circle, by Muria's standards, formed and a lithe figure stepped out, her curious silver eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Silver Moon Elf." Muria observed the petite silver-haired elf below him, assessing her height and physique, and then looked dissatisfiedly at his own spirit. "She's not of age, is she?"

"Are you the Titan wanting to learn archery?" Hearing Muria's remark, the newly arrived Silver Moon Elf looked up at him, her eyes instantly becoming piercing, devoid of any curiosity.

Though Muria had altered his form, based on the aura, the petite elf could still identify him from among the several beings transformed into human forms in the great hall.

Muria, along with the white dragon Claudia and the three red dragon sisters, though they had used magic to take human forms, did not conceal the unique aura of their bloodlines, making it easy for the elf to distinguish their true monstrous natures.

"Indeed, this mixed-blood Titan with dragon king lineage is not like other Titans." The elf pondered briefly after surveying the great hall. "Not yet of age and already keeping so many mother dragons, truly disgusting."

Seeing the three red dragon sisters and white dragon Claudia, the young elf's heart clenched, recalling the warnings from the elders of her tribe before departing.

...

"Hesrel, a Titan wishes to learn our archery techniques, and after consultation, we've decided to send you to teach him."

"Eh, send me?" The young elf girl was somewhat perplexed.

"Yes." The elegant elf elder nodded. "But be cautious. This Titan is somewhat special."

"What's special about him?"

"He's not a pure-blood Titan; he only has half Titan lineage."

"A half-blood Titan, then we can refuse to teach."

"We cannot refuse!" The elf elder shook her head. "The other half of his lineage comes from a dragon king."

"Dragon!" The elf girl was stunned. "Does he have those dragon-like vices?"

"Yes." The elf elder nodded gravely. "So, you must be careful during your teaching and protect yourself."

"Elder, can I not go? Maybe send a male elf instead."

"No." The elf elder, looking at Hesrel's top-notch appearance among elves, decisively refused.

"Why not?"

"Because your archery skills are among the best of your age in our tribe. According to the contract, we must send the most skilled archer to teach." The elf elder gave a reasonable explanation, reassuring Hesrel, "Don't worry too much, this Titan is still very young and can't do anything to you."

"Alright." Reassured by the elder's praise and confirmation,

 the young, underage elf girl smiled happily and accepted the task.

...

"He's really small."

When Hesrel finally met Muria, all her concerns vanished instantly. The eight or nine-year-old with black hair and golden eyes, looking like a young boy, immediately made Hesrel drop all her guards.

But the first words Muria spoke made the young elf unhappy; what was with this disdainful tone? Thus, Hesrel sharply questioned Muria.

"Yes, I am Muria." The diminutive young boy used a mage's hand to move the books aside, standing on a pile of books to look down at the silver-haired elf clad in vine armor and carrying a longbow, reversing the question on her: "Are you the elf who will teach me archery?"

"Yes, do you have a problem with that?" The silver-haired elf looked at Muria, unconsciously clenching her fists. Although inexperienced, she felt belittled.

"You're not of age, are you!" Muria's nose twitched slightly, smelling the fresh natural scent that filled the air when the elf appeared, making such a judgment.

"According to the contract, your elf tribe will send the best archer from the royal family to teach me, but your age makes it hard for me to believe that your archery is the best in your tribe."

"You doubt my archery?" Hearing Muria's words, the young elf's face flushed with anger. Before coming here, her tribe's elders had praised and recognized her archery skills.

"Yes." Muria saw the angry elf and admitted straightforwardly. He had long contemplated learning archery, naturally wanting the best teacher for himself.

When he first saw the Silver Moon Elf, Muria was indeed momentarily stunned by her appearance, but he wasn't swayed by her looks. He needed a truly skilled elf archery teacher, not just a pretty face.

"My archery is the strongest among the new generation of elves."

"Prove it to me." Muria jumped down from the pile of books, approaching her, looking up at the elf clad in vine armor. "Show me the strongest archery of your elf tribe. If I am mistaken, I will apologize and take you as my teacher."

"Muria, you want to take a master again?" Troy looked at Muria in astonishment.

"Teaching you archery is the duty of the elves." Cassio reminded calmly.

"I know, but I want to learn archery, so why not take her as my master?"

"You want me to prove it this way?"

"Of course, with blood." Muria looked at his own spirit. "Construct a teleportation circle, destination, the Abyss Training Ground."