I need to put on my best face to face whatever is ahead of me.
That means I need to stop taking psychosuppressant. Never like them anyway, they make me dumb, but there was some part of me that insist it keeps me human, or if you pardon the pun, elvish.
I heard in the eastern part of the human kingdom, in the lawless desert wasteland, they used these to keep slave docile, free from any rebellious thought, or truly, any thoughts at all. Not me though, it is something I have forseen.
Anyway, ever since gaining the memories of the other, there have been two voices inside my head, at first the other voice makes me take the medicine. However, after I stopped taking it, my head is so much clearer now and the voice grew dimmer.
It is game time now.
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For the next few days, I stay at the order, waiting for the opposite party to make any moves.
With the arrival of the High Archmage and her students in the city, it has thrown my plan into disarray. But at the same time, their plan has to be thrown into disarray too. And that is how I like it.
In this scenario, the world is chaotic and I am the one who is in the dark and the unknown, while they are the one who is known.
I mean, originally, in the game, they were supposed to play this role, the neferious unknowable elements, a human supremacist organization that plays every sides.
And originally, I don't even know about them too. However, now I do, and they don't know about me. It takes an idiot to fail something so simple, having all the cards in my hand.
However, there are a few problem with that scenario.
They can die in this city. But if I cut off one head, how many other heads will arise? I am not looking forward to a Hydra scenario. Unless I'm absolutely sure Te Celsa and his inner circle is in the city, I can't do anything about it.
Secondly, I can kill them. However, that would leave the matter of a world famous diplomat and his entire retinue dying inside the same city, the shitstorm that would be summoned would be of an epic proportion that even I can't clean up.
Supposedly, from the memories of the other me, in the future, I caused 10 duchies to collapse, however, that is neither here or there.
In that scenario, ALL human of the ten dukedoms die or was turned into undead. It is hard to find evidence, if every living witness is not living anymore. In that scenario, being thorough is better than being stealthy.
I do have an idea about how to go about and enact the duchies things, but that are neither here or there.
About the old man Te Celsa, all I know is that he has to die.
The false idol of Solarii was stolen a few days ago. And I know for a fact that it is in the hand of that old man.
The identification feature of the Idol of Solarii according to historic text is its solar power. Solarii was not boasting about being a living God of the sun, even his idol holds the sunlight and warmth. Warmth that the dark elves would never know because he is a dick that way. But anyway, for now the false Idol should be able to fool everyone for now.
The false idol of Solarii was made from the ashes of MY spiritual tree. The human and dwarves call it the magic tree because of its properties, the plebians they are. They don't know anything about it at all.
The Spiritual tree can be said to have a soul of their own, they are a wood elf best friend. It is a living organism with a soul. It absorbs the sunlight to grow and the ancient wood elf bond with spirit of the forest to overcome the cold Solarii left behind.
Of the four types of elves: Dark Elves, High Elves, Wood Elves, Ice Elves, only the High Elves and Wood Elves do not feel the cold. Dark Elves on the other hand, will feel extreme cold at certain times of the month, a cold that even a fire can't cure. However, because of their pride and fear that other would perceive it as weakness, they never told this to anyone. However, the Dark Elves have an extreme weakness for the cold.
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It seems, whatever ritual Solarii did to bind the goddess of the moon Lunarii back in the day to be his eternal bondmate and gave the elves immortality has drawbacks.
But Solarii, who favors the High Elves, his descendants the most, fix their fatal flaw.
The Wood Elves embrace the forest for warmth. The Dark elves pretend that they don't feel the cold and the Ice Elves go mad in their northern kingdom.
That is why I know the fire of spiritual wood burning will simulate the power of the sun, the power of Solarii good enough.
Even Violett doesn't know just how valuable the wood use for her little project are.
It is worth ten times its weight in gold, and it could not be bought, especially not for the stinking human.
A spiritual tree is a wood elf's life and partner, however, the human and dwarves never even bother to learn such common courtesy. We wood elves treat the tree as our brother because they have souls, but they ar-
Anyway, because my tree is the one used to make that little false idol, I have a personal stake in this.
That year, when the forest was cut down, a lot of the wood elves kill themselves, but not me. I know better. I know I have to take rev-
Anyway, I have a trick up my sleeve. My brother tree's essence is inside that false idol, I can connect with it, I can feel it, I can confirm that it is indeed Te Celsa who has taken it.
Wood Elves never forget about people who cut down their spiritual tree you see. And in this case, he does not forget about the man who takes away his partner's essence either.
I can indeed confirm that Te Celsa belongs to the organization.
On the second day, after they have stolen the false Idol, Te Celsa has come up with an excuse to smuggle the Idol out of the city, feigning his weak health to retreat with some trusthworthy people.
It helps me narrows down the inner circle.
Every night, I meditate in my sleep. In my dream, I see where my brother is taken and where he has been to.
Usually, with such a big haul as that, I would expect for it to be passed on to a mastermind or someone else who orchestrate everything.
If it actually fell into someone that belongs to the human's royalty, I would finally have another reason to add to my list of why they should be disposed, however, there were none.
The old man rides alone with his apprentices.
Many conclusions can be drawn from this, however, deep in my heart, I follow my instincts. He must be the mastermind and there are no other higher in the chain of command.
That is why I have decided on the fifth day to cut off my brother's essence from the false idol, turning the magical apparatus into a common glass orb just before Te Celsa arrives at the Dark Elves kingdom.
I can imagine what their reaction will be.
They will return in several days, but before that, they will send a letter to their people who are still in the city.
Shio, Te Celsa's protege, his most trusted person. There is a reason why the old man leaves his apprentice here, back in the city. On the surface, Shio is supposed to fulfill Te Celsa's diplomatic mission, however, I know full well their nature now.
On the fifth day, Violet sent me a letter, stating that the diplomat and his retinue passes through her shop.
I know she loves me.
On the fifth day, Scarlett sent me a letter, taunting me that a more handsome man has shown intentions on Violet and that I should give up on her.
I know she loves me AND is jealous.
Anyway, I really hate NTR, so today, it is either me or Shio who dies a pitiful death now.
I'm just joking.
I don't really care about Violet, however, Shio needs to die today to cause further confusion. But I won't just kill him, I will use his death as an attack on his beloved master.
How tragic.