OBS Chapter 3857 Elf Queen Emilia
Chapter 3857 Elf Queen Emilia
Chapter 3857 Elf Queen Emilia
Mother Kisara then stood before Shad and Emilia, her back to the cliff and her face towards the archway. To the increasingly solemn and majestic strains of the ancient elven music, she opened the wax-sealed document and loudly proclaimed in a voice loud enough for everyone present to hear:
"Following the ancient covenant etched in time by the stars, my fellow elves, and my invited friends—"
The newly born guardians of the World Tree are blessed by the Tree Father. Now, the smoke of the war of destiny has cleared, and the silver moon shines upon all living beings. We gather on the mountaintop where the god of destiny once trod. Our ancestors once guarded the morning light in the forest and defended the peace of their people with loyalty. Now, the epic of the Sixth Age begins, calamities strike frequently, and ancient prophecies whisper in the wind.
Today, following the covenant of our ancestors and carrying the prayers of the various Elven clans, we will witness the sacred moment of the crown's inheritance.
May the silver moon bear witness, and destiny be our bond, that the new king's crown illuminate the darkness, and the songs of the elves resound throughout the land—at this moment, with the utmost reverence, we welcome the queen destined to rule the future, to inherit the glory of her ancestors, and to stand with her allies against the inevitable final calamity!
All these words were spoken in Elvish. Mother Kisara looked at Emilia to the side with a sense of relief, then continued loudly:
"Give him a staff!"
The cane was handed to Emilia, who held it in her left hand.
"Give him the sword!"
The Ocarina of Time was handed to Emilia, who then hung the sword at her waist.
"Give him the warning!"
The ring handed to Emilia was not an antique, but was forged by the nine elven clans before the elves arrived at Fatummont Island, and each of the nine clans bestowed upon it a different blessing.
The seal of the ring bears the emblem of the Tree Father, and now Emilia is also entitled to use this seal.
Emilia then accepted the magnificent emerald ring, but instead of wearing it, she placed it on a tray held by another twelve-ringed elf.
This elven girl, who appears to be in her early twenties, is from the Moonbrook Clan, just like Emilia. She is currently the strongest elf in the Moonbrook Clan and will later become Emilia's "chief guard." In terms of blood relations, she is actually Emilia's cousin.
On the tray in her hands, besides the ring she had just set down, were copies of the ancient Elven Codex retrieved from the Library of St. Byron, and the Coronation Decree signed by all the Elven clans who had come to witness the ceremony. According to the original procedure, these would have been read aloud, but clearly, they were no longer necessary.
Then, Sister Kisara looked at Shad, and Shad and Emilia moved together toward the center.
Shad held up the Elven King's power with both hands, and Granny Kisara picked up the "Elven Holy Codex" and had Emilia place her hand on it.
The sky's colors had lost their deep hue, and among the stars beyond the cliffs, a light seemingly not belonging to the night appeared. The long night was drawing to a close. Granny Kisara watched as the elven girl, raised under her care, smiled serenely as everyone watched. The aged elf struggled to control herself, lest she shed tears and become rude.
"Emilia Siamold, would you be willing to become the new guardian of the elves?"
Her voice trembled, but remained firm. Emilia smiled at her.
"Yes I do."
"Your Excellency the Summoner, are you willing to witness the birth of a new king for the Elven race?"
The old elf then asked Shad, who nodded:
"Yes I do."
"Emilia, are you willing to stand with the elven race, through poverty and wealth, and face the future together with His Holiness the Summoner?"
"Yes I do."
"Your Excellency the Summoner, whether in health or sickness, are you willing to help the Elven race within your capabilities?"
"Yes I do."
"Emilia Siamold, do you?"
"Isn't this way of asking the question a bit inappropriate?"
From the audience seats on the side of the red carpet, Galina's voice echoed in Sylvia's mind. Sylvia had actually realized this from the beginning, but she had just thought it was an ancient elven ritual procedure that they didn't understand:
"I also feel something's not right. Why does this situation feel so much like a wedding?"
But the Elf Queen's coronation ceremony had reached its final and most crucial stage, and while it looked like a wedding at this point, it was still different from one. Therefore, they could not, under any circumstances, speak up to stop the ceremony from continuing.
The witches, having seen through the "despicable pointy-eared witches'" plot, immediately began discussing countermeasures. However, one unexpected person acted before them. This was not Adele, who was equally furious, but someone else entirely.
"Wait a mininute."
Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted Granny Kisara's words. The speaker was sitting in the first row, and the witches knew immediately who it was.
Iluna stood up from her chair. Although it was very impolite of her to interrupt the proceedings, as the earliest chosen one and the most important representative of the Church of the Five Gods, no one could ignore her opinion.
Of course, Iluna's confidence didn't come from that. Her real confidence came from the fact that she was quite certain that all the girls in the house, including Luvia and Dorothy, would approve of her actions at this moment.
“Granny Kisara, at this crucial moment, how about I help the future Elf Queen take her final oath?”
With that, Iluna stepped through the archway toward Sister Kisara. A cacophony of whispers arose among the guests attending the ceremony, but no one dared to directly question Iluna, for she said:
"The night is about to end, and the sun is about to rise. As the first rays of dawn illuminate this place, let me, the chosen one from the Church of the Sun, preside over the ceremony for the future Elf Queen and witness the sacred covenant between the elves and the Callers of God. In ancient times, the followers of the ancient god, the Hanged Judge, often attended such occasions as witnesses to participate in important ceremonies. In the name of the ancient god of balance and judgment, I will ensure that all covenants are carried out."
As she spoke, she summoned her dark golden scales. The other old elves, already harboring their own secrets, naturally didn't say much. Granny Kisara, however, wanted to say something, but Emilia, one of the main characters, noticed Iluna's meaningful gaze and spoke first:
“Mother, then let Miss Beatrice preside over the ceremony. It is a great honor to have a balanced chosen one preside over the ceremony.”
Emilia herself was unaware that something was wrong with the situation. Her biggest concern was maintaining a dignified demeanor and fantasizing about going to school with Ellie and Leona.
So Sister Kisara stepped aside for the central position, and Iluna took her place. However, she didn't ask for the document from the old elf at all, but instead picked up her own dark gold scales.
The witches praised Iluna in their hearts, while the academy and the Prophet's Association speculated whether Iluna's actions were meant to convey some message on behalf of the church. The church had no idea why Iluna spoke and acted, but since she had given a sufficient reason and there was nothing wrong with her acting as the host of the ceremony, the church said nothing.
Some of the elven clans who came to observe the ceremony believed that their race indeed had a good relationship with the Church of the Five Gods, while others saw through some of the trickery and began to suspect the relationship between the Summoner, the Elven Queen, and the Chosen of Balance.
After all, even a "country elf" who has lived in a remote place for a long time can see that this ceremony is too similar to a modern wedding.
The dark golden scales gleamed faintly. Iluna didn't continue following Aunt Kisara's words. Feeling the last chill before the dawn broke behind her, she directly asked her final question:
"The final victor of the War of Time, a descendant of the World Tree Priests, the successor of the Father of the Infinite Tree, the nurturer of the World Tree sapling, the chosen one of time, Emilia Williamt Sinnold from the Moonbrook Clan—"
"Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown. Are you ready to become the new queen of the elven race, leading your people and the Summoners into the future?"
Emilia answered softly:
"Yes, I am ready, and I swear by time."
So Iluna took a step to the side and stood next to Shad, who held the ancient crown in his hands and raised it to the top of Emilia's head, who was bowing slightly.
At the same time, the first ray of sunlight after the battle of destiny pierced through the distant clouds, shining upon the snow-capped mountain peak. That ray of sunlight fell precisely on the [Elven King's Crown], making the silver crown gleam as if it were glowing.
On the left side of the crown, the Elf Queen Emilia bowed her head; on the right side, the "Caller of the Gods," accompanied by the "Chosen One of Balance," placed the crown on the Queen's head.
The rising sun couldn't illuminate the others in front of the archway, but it enveloped all three of them in its light. Although there was no photographer or camera present, this scene would surely be painted later, becoming one of the most vivid and memorable moments of the second millennium of the Sixth Age.
Applause and cheers erupted, and in the rising sun, the crowned Elf Queen Emilia Sinanord raised her head. She gazed at Shad, whose face was half-reddened by the morning glow; the Elf Queen's face showed no trace of childishness or immaturity.
Extending her right hand, clad in a long lace glove, the Elf Queen invited:
"Your Excellency the Summoner, may I have the honor of inviting you to dance the first dance at tonight's banquet?"
Her outstretched hand seemed to be cradling the crimson sun at the edge of the sea of clouds, so Shad placed his hand on it, together with Emilia's hand, enveloping the rising sun:
"Yes, Your Majesty, it is my honor."
"Meow~"
Everyone was smiling and clapping, while Xiaomia, the "big hero" in the pocket of the clothes, was asking when breakfast would finally be served.
(End of this chapter)