Elven Village

"Halt! Any movement from you shall result in your death!" A loud voice resounded in the air of the Fiery Plains.

Cold sweat started dripping down Sato's forehead. Even if I had ten years to train, I would one hundred percent be killed by that arrow. The power difference is too large.

"Seize fire Elfman." Princess Rayla got off Whitie as she removed her veil from her head. "Under the orders of the heir of the Elven race!"

"Pr... Princess!" The once arrogant voice became a meek cat. "The princess is back! The princess is back! Move out at once!"

Within 10 seconds, a group of man and woman arrive in front of the trio. They kneeled down on the ground as their eyes relit with hope.

"Princess Rayla, I deeply apologise for shooting the arrow at your direction! Punish your subordinate, Rakh, as you please!" The Elfman Rakh was deeply remorseful for bearing arms on his long loss princess.

The reason why the Elves could tell that Rayla was the princess was due to an innate connection between a royal heir and her subordinates. The elves had a feeling that their princess had not left this world and hence, they held on to this hope for the past 200 years in seclusion.

"Stand up. Your actions are justified in these times and era." Princess Rayla nodded in approval. "Where are my people now?"

"Your highness, we have settled down within the mountains behind the Fiery Plains."

"Bring us there."

"But your highness, there are two strangers tagging along. Shouldn't they not be allowed to enter?" Rakh gave the two gamers an intimidating glare. The man's stats surely did give them a scare.

*Rakh (Leader Of The Resistance)

*Lv80

*HP: ? /?

*Mana:?/?

*Active skills:

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"Dawnlore is one of us. He was the one who helped me leave the place I was stuck in." Sato then removed his hood and reveal his face. This was the first time Gray was seeing his face too.

When the hood was removed, a flawless face was revealed to everyone present. The young man had a white glow on his pale skin. His pinkish full lips and sharp eyes complemented his complexion. Even the elven warriors present were eyebound by how Sato looked. The boy blushed as multiple pairs of eyes focused on him.

"Seven, on the other hand, had protected me from start to finish in this world." Rayla continued to talk after everyone recovered.

"As your highness approves of this warrior, your subordinates shall treat him as one of our own." Rakh crossed him arm across his chest as he gave a bow to Sato and Gray. "Thank you for bringing back our highness. Our Elf race can finally rise up once again."

"Congratulations on completing "Heir Of The Elven Race". "

"Completion rate: S (0 damage was dealt on Princess Rayla."

"You have gained 500000 experience points."

"You have leveled up."

"You have leveled up..." The system rang for five times before Sato settled down at Lv20.

"You have increased your favorability rating with the Elves and Princess Rayla to Trusting."

The progress of Sato's levels is enough to cause a shock in the world, if it were to be known by everyone.

"Now, Rakh, let us head back to my people. I have been gone for far too long." Rayla said with sentimentality. She had neglected her people's cries and prayers for 200 years. It was time for her to live up to their expectations.

"Yes, your highness."

The group of Elves with Sato and Gray walked through the misty fields with ease. The beasts that live here were actually protectors of the Elves. It was the reason why most players feared entering the grounds.

Eventually they reached the mountains, where the fog finally clears up and a village appears 200 metres away, in between the crevice of two moutains. The location of the village protects the elves from strong winds and acts as a secluded ground for them to live in peace. It is largely inaccessible unless you either enter through the Fiery Plains or by ascending the mountains.

As they neared the village, the elves felt a change in their hearts. They knew something good finally came along. The people of the resistance swiftly ran to the entrance whereby they notice the arrival of their warrior team, followed by three individuals.

"Your highness, Princess Rayla has returned to the throne of the Elves! Kneel before our highness!" The voice of Rakh echoed through the mountains as the villagers kneeled down for the princess.

Seeing the sight in front of her, the princess could not help, but tear up.

"Stand up my people. I apologise for forsaking you all these years. I am finally back and will make sure to change all of this for the better!"

The words from Rayla resonated in the elves' hearts. These was what they wanted to hear for the past 200 years. Now, it had finally bloom into fruition.

"Princess..." A soft voice spoke out in the crowd. The villages opened up a route for an old lady to walk through. She looked like she was on her last straw. "You have returned... Good... Very good..."

When Rayla heard the voice and saw the old lady's face, she ran up to her and gave her a hug.

"Sarah, you have aged... I thought about you everyday in that realm." The princess cried out loud as she reminisce over her past. Back then the old lady was actually Rayla's servant maid. Sarah was oncd a young 20 year old lady. When the war broke out, she was separated from Rayla and had survived through those times. Sarah waited for over 200 years for Rayla's return.

"You remember... Me." Sarah cried softly too. "My wishes... and prayers... to Yggdrasil has been heard. I can now... die in peace..."

"No! Don't leave me!" The current Rayla was still 16 years of age. As she witnessed her maid passing away in front of her, she couldn't help, but cry even more.

"Silly girl... Everyone has to die... one day. My day has finally come... Live your life... To the fullest... Princess." Sarah said her final words as she closed her eyes and passed on, smiling.