LXXIV: Wrath of the Elf Queen.

The throne room was incredibly silent, no one present spoke or even moved a muscle, not out of respect or grief, not even out of fear or panic, they just couldn't, no one could move when the Elf Queen herself was completely unleashing her momentum. 

How could she not? Those nobles, generals, and shabby advisors should be happy in their minds that the annoying queen was just unleashing her incredibly powerful impulse, one filled with majesty, grandeur, dignity, and much, much thirst for destruction. 

The poor bastard who delivered the news was already being cleaned up by one of the queen's maids who skillfully used her magic to remove the remaining ashes, perhaps this was the only casualty of the situation, simply because the queen had not quenched her bloodlust from the first thing she read. 

They were losing, constantly being pushed back in a place that was their territory, their ancestral home. Gone were the crude reasons for starting this conflict, it was already a terrible war that was only getting worse among their people, while the humans had these terrible monsters on their side.

Figures like Violet with her magical technology had left a trauma in the collective elven psyche, to the point that a rumor began to spread that the survivors of a battle with this woman often suffered from a rare disease.

People became paranoid, any loud noise frightened them, and they always seemed to be out of sight, before suffering a bout of psychosis, believing they were still on the battlefield. Psychological trauma, the humans called it, was something they scoffed at at first, but now tried to treat. 

Not to be outdone, Violet's bolter pistols caused such nightmarish destruction that it would make the Emperor proud if he knew, well, he knows, and he is very proud indeed.

Not to mention Seone, Samantha, or Marie, recurring figures in intelligence reports for their movements and activities, especially the first, a Belmont to say the least. 

The elves never got along well with this human supremacist clan, to them if you had different ears you were already scum to be purged. Even the dwarves, friends of the humans because they are very similar, were picked on by the Belmont, although they never did anything against them, just mocked them. 

Yes, this clan was very conceited and proud, and although their current sole representative did not display those traits, he had a clear contempt for the elves. It didn't help that he was an enforcer who had beheaded many of their own, most notably a former advisor to the queen.

It is obvious that her exaggerated healing abilities were a headache for the elves, and no matter how many kidnappings, assassinations, or ambushes they made, it was impossible to get anything done against her.

But it was Marie who was one of their biggest worries, ahead of Samantha, Seone, and the other members of their group. Since Marie had an obvious draconic aura about her, it was obvious that she was undergoing some sort of metamorphosis that would gradually turn her into one of those majestic creatures, and frankly, that such a being would take sides in the war in the future made all the elves fearful. 

Other reports from Seone and Samantha's team members, such as Alex, Susie, etc., only increased the annoyance of the queen and her close ones, these and some others were something like the champions of the Kingdom of Flowers against them, using their actions as leverage to take more and more ground, even reaching the magical area of the forest, or what we could say was the real forest. 

An area where supernatural creatures abounded, an area where energy abounded, almost becoming a world node of pure power, though it fell short, it served as a refuge for many living beings, some of them very dangerous.

The queen was already aware that the dreaded nine-tailed fox that slept in the depths of the forest was no longer there, something she had no time to worry about, and though the humans were too far away to even approach its borders, they had already set a precedent with their actions. 

The elves could be repelled, and in a time when such anomalous beings were appearing, already recorded in their secret scrolls, they would only cause a frenzy to be unleashed against this proud race. It was somewhat disheartening for the queen to read all this news and come up with nothing useful.

Perhaps they could return to the stars and resume one of their old projects, but the story that there were powerful beings out there who metaphorically kicked the elves back to their home world indicated that returning was not only a risky idea but a stupid one.

The queen stopped her impulse, placed two fingers on the bridge of her nose, and simply lowered her head slightly, but no one spoke, for it was obvious that her majesty was thinking something, that she needed to say something. 

"Has anyone thought of anything that would be useful for us to do?" the queen asked with a tired tone in her voice.

Even with her long life, she didn't know what to do, they simply weren't used to such a brutal and sudden war. Wars used to take months or years to make any progress, now in less than two months the humans had done so much, something that was simply unheard of.

Soon there was murmur and discussion in the place, even some debate about some ideas, but to the queen it all seemed useless, rubbish, weak. She knew that these stupid ideas would get them nowhere, only killed.

They were fighting a single human city, for God's sake! Imagine, when the Flower Kingdom decided that everything was finally ready and decided to send the real bulk of their troops, the way things were going, they could no longer think of a stalemate like before, it would be a massacre, an extermination. 

She didn't care about the lives of those below her, she was a powerful queen, one of the most powerful beings in this world, and when you reach that level, even those of your kind seem somewhat illusory, but she contributed to this kingdom, she put in her efforts, her sweat and her blood. 

That was her pride, and it was only because of her pride that a small idea popped into her mind, at first she simply dismissed it, a mere passing and useless thought. Worse, as she heard idea after idea, each more useless than the last, and even some repeated tactics and plans she managed to hear out there, that had been the last straw. 

Anger burned in her, how disappointed she was, even if they were just garbage, at least they would have useful ideas, even that rare elf who was an anomaly had no good ideas, just pompous speeches about how they were the best of the best. They were just that, garbage. 

The queen stood up, attracting the attention of the others, and although her face didn't show it, a terrible storm was raging inside her, something that her magical powerfully manifested. Fortunately, the castle was fortified and prevented his breath from being perceived.

But it was terrible for them, if before they could not act because of something as ethereal as the queen's impulse, imagine when, because of anger, her unbelievably gigantic and dense magical power stirred and came out of her. 

The destructive nature of the energy her family controlled seemed to be innate to her magical power, which was completely unleashed, covering her in a blanket of dark green energy with fluorescent edges. 

The entire building shook from her power, but it was all contained by the defenses of her dwelling; those who had been speaking now lay on the floor, unable to withstand the sheer pressure caused by the mere appearance of the queen's magical energy. 

Above her head, a crown of fluorescent green energy appeared, indicating not only her noble status but also her absolute control over this terrible destructive energy, to the point that it hurt no one present and destroyed no objects. 

As much as the queen wanted to burn these useless bastards to ashes, they had their usefulness, at least they allowed her to relax while they were the ones managing everything, but it seemed that the war was too big for them, so...

"I will take command of our people in the war, I have had enough of their stupid ideas, ridiculous plans, and even their attempt to recycle ideas or tactics. 

Good fighters or mages have been wounded or killed by your actions or inactions, then it is time for the elves to know what real war is, for in the end, war never changes," the queen said before sitting back down on her throne, calming her energetic outburst, but leaving the crown of energy on her head. 

An unknown person started a round of applause, at first it was very sudden, an extremely strange situation, but soon others joined in and the shower of applause lasted for a few minutes until everyone could sit back in their seats, although the hands of many were still shaking, they kept clapping until everything was degraded. 

"First of all, we must do what a war allows us to do, adapt, learn, and innovate. We are a long-lived race, and that has dulled much of our creativity and thirst for battle, we must change that. 

I will teach every elf what war is, and we have an excellent teacher, don't you think? Humans, you must learn from humans, adopt their tactics, and emulate their spells, their formations, and their weapons.

Then we must go on, even if we fail, we will learn, and we will be corrected with blood and pain, but that is so that in the next battle there will be fewer casualties. Soon we will balance things and maybe even push them back," the queen explained her majestic plan, a very simple one, so simple that it was obvious, but simple was effective. 

Even though there was a touch of contempt in the audience for having to emulate the filthy humans, they knew that the queen only wanted the best for them, in her understanding, they were too useless and had bothered the queen to do her job, something they should not allow, the queen was too important to humiliate herself like that. 

Then they began to talk about the different ideas and ways of waging war. Even some interesting ideas were proposed to create weapons, even the reincarnated one with the Eldar heritage gave his idea about some Warhammer 40K things. If someone could bring the bolter, why not bring another of those terrible weapons to this world? 

With elven technology, this would be relatively easy, so this was the idea that got the most support and even started to be implemented that very day. 

The day that would be known among the elves as the day the queen became angry and decided to take the reins of the whole war affair, but not just to make a speech or an idea, she would participate.

She wanted to show the humans the desperation, the anger of an Elven queen who was completely focused on the war, but who was also willing to fight her enemies herself. 

The humans did not know that they were about to suffer, they were calmly celebrating one last battle in which they did well, unaware that they would soon receive their comeuppance. To remind the humans why the elves had not disappeared and that they still had much power, that they were not prey.

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AN: Even though I have a certain distaste for elves, you have to admit that they are strong in many versions that they have appeared in, so you have to show your reaction, right?

Also, please read my original novel My Magical Daily Life, maybe is your cup of tea.