Valcy Moon Heart grew up without knowledge of her parents; her earliest memories were rooted in an orphanage overseen by the Pure Moon Goddess Church. This institution was nestled in a small elf village called Greata, situated within the expansive Great Forest under the rule of the Elven Empire.
The only person in her life who could be likened to a family was another orphan girl named Glaci, just a few years her senior. From infancy, Glaci had looked after her due to the orphanage's scarcity of caretakers. Within this environment, older orphans assumed responsibility for the younger ones, a role she herself undertook as she grew older.
Glaci gave her the name Valcy, and the orphanage granted her the title of "Moon Heart" to inherit as her last name, just like all the other orphans.
She still remembers Glaci's kind smile and comforting words whenever she feels sad or lonely.
Like her, Glaci too had silver hair, which is quite rare in elven society. Even in the orphanages, all the other kids had brown or grey hair. She sometimes wonders if she and Glaci are from the same lineage.
Life continued smoothly until the orphanage was visited by an appraiser from the empire, Their purpose was to assess children who had reached the age of ten, a significant milestone marking the emergence of blessings within a child.
Among the multitude, only a select few possessed blessings deemed rare enough for the empire's recognition and subsequent nurturing. Within this distinguished group, her elder sister Glaci stood out, boasting an archery talent classified as "A-grade" and an extraordinary mana capacity marked as "S-grade." This extraordinary potential positioned her to attain the revered "S-tier" rank in the realm of magic archery. According to the empire's stringent criteria, individuals achieving S-tier rank are duly rewarded with no less than a captain's status within the army.
In that year, her solitary existence began at the orphanage as her sole companion departed for Empire Army training. She found it challenging to engage with other children due to her distinctive attributes, leading to a sense of sadness and isolation. However, she persevered in nurturing hope, determined to one day join her sister in the army. Daily, she diligently honed her archery skills, aspiring to unlock her own high-grade potential.
After finally receiving the appraisal, the results devastated her.
The appraiser informed her that
with an S-grade proficiency in archery and a mana capacity of only to a C-grade level. This limitation confined her potential within the realm of an "advanced magic archer tier." Regardless of her efforts, surpassing this threshold remained unattainable. Clearly, the appraiser regarded her remarkable archery skill as squandered potential. Had her mana capacity attained a B grade, she could have aspired to the esteemed master Tier, a fundamental requirement for enlistment in the empire's army.
The Empire was not interested in wasting resources on training her due to her lack of talent.
After facing the harsh reality, an unwavering determination to enhance her talent persisted within her. "Fortune favors the bold," Glaci's words echoed in her mind, igniting the belief that her mana capacity could be expanded. From that point forward, she was resolute in her pursuit of resources to amplify her potential.
Her focus turned to mercenary recruitment as a means to this end. Following two years of self-evaluation, she departed the orphanage for the local mercenary guild. Remaining in the orphanage offered limited prospects: caretaker or cleric, and she was not interested in neither of them,
A decade within the guild saw her ascend to the advanced rank, achieved through rigorous training and relentless confrontations with wild creatures and even rival elves, who harbored ill intentions. This period exposed the unsettling reality that some of her own kind could rival the viciousness of monsters. Assigned tasks to neutralize deranged kin horrified her, instilling a deep sense of revulsion. "If only the world mirrored the compassion of my elder sister," she often mused.
Among her trials, a skill emerged enabling her to detect falsehoods through aura fluctuations. This heightened her ability to discern the authenticity of others' claims.
During a routine visit to an elven city's ancient library, a pivotal discovery awaited her. A text hinted at an elixir capable of bolstering mana potential. Although vague, the tome suggested the Lux continent held remnants of the Gamist race, skilled alchemists who could enhance mana and talent. Their demise at the hands of a tyrannical Demi God intrigued her.
Previously known as the Luther Empire, the Lux continent had evolved, leaving behind a fractured empire that succumbed to rebellion following the emperor's assassination. Amid human ascendancy, even the revered elven empire acknowledged their power, their unity commanding respect.
After thorough investigation and preparation, she resolved to journey back to the Lux continent, her pursuit of the elixir compelling her. Boarding a merchant vessel, she embarked on a ten-day voyage across the "west sea," landing in Hemsberg port within the Aster kingdom. She chose this kingdom due to its amicable trade relationship with the elven empire and its enlightened perspective on demi-humans, in stark contrast to many other realms tainted by slavery.
Upon her arrival, she promptly joined a mercenary guild, recognizing the need for financial sustenance and information regarding her quest. Patient persistence finally yielded a potential client, a youth named Gray. Despite reluctance from others, she discerned his mission to explore ruins near the Karter Kingdom's border. Diplomacy with Karter Kingdom had faltered due to racial tensions, urging her to caution Gray against this perilous venture.
However, Gray's heart-wrenching motivation moved her to aid him. Orphaned like herself, he sought answers regarding his parents' fate. Her unique ability to perceive truth validated his intentions. Mirroring her own desire for reunification with her sister, who defended the Elven Empire border against dark elves, she recognized their shared longing for strength.
Several days later, their ranks swelled with the addition of two more human adventurers, a male and a female. However, she harbored suspicions regarding their intentions, discerning a bandit-like demeanor rather than that of true adventurers. Their penchant for falsehoods further fueled her distrust. Despite the boy's naivety leading him to accept them into the group, she diligently monitored their every move.
With unwavering confidence, she believed she could easily thwart any nefarious schemes they might concoct, recognizing them as mere intermediaries, lacking the prowess to outmatch her.
As they traveled, their amorous behavior in the wilderness began to grate on her nerves, resembling the actions of untamed creatures. Being a virgin herself, she struggled to comprehend why they prioritized making out over their safety. Although she felt the urge to interject and demand they cease their antics, she hesitated, suspecting it might be a peculiar human practice. Consequently, she refrained from addressing the matter.
After a week of horseback travel and wilderness camping, they finally arrived at Stainhera. Before embarking on their journey, she meticulously researched the city and discovered that it fell under the dominion of a noble named Lord Sacmo, notorious for his avarice and pettiness.
Gradually, the behavior of the two companions grew increasingly suspicious. While she couldn't pinpoint their exact intentions, a sense of treachery emanated from their actions. Upon entering the ruins, their ulterior motives became glaringly evident as they hastily fled the scene.
Inside the ruins, a menacing golem targeted the boy, rendering him unconscious and forcing her to evacuate with his limp form. Her arrows proved ineffective against the formidable creature. To her dismay, armed guards awaited them at the entrance, confirming her fears that she had been the true target all along. It became clear that someone had orchestrated this trap, with the boy becoming an unintended casualty.
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Aware of the exotic nature of elves on this continent, especially within the confines of the enslaving Karter Kingdom, she realized that the empire wouldn't extend aid. Their society's priorities skewed towards individuals with exceptional talents and untapped potential, particularly focusing on children below the age of ten, yet to undergo evaluation.
After their weapons were confiscated, they found themselves confined in an underground prison cell. The boy received a meager healing potion to tend to his injuries, even though his battered body showed signs of extensive damage. Fortunately, he swiftly regained consciousness, much to her relief.
As the boy awoke and began to mutter incoherently, he initially failed to recognize her. She briefly suspected his memory might have been impaired by his head injuries. However, with the passage of time, his recollections resurfaced, and he confidently declared himself a summoner.
Initially skeptical due to his lack of prior magical displays, she recalled that the boy had never exhibited any signs of summoning or magical prowess, even during his near-death experience. Summoners, a rare and legendary class, were typically the domain of high-blooded elves within elven kingdoms.
Her doubts wavered when he summoned a flat, bar-like box that emitted light capable of capturing images through time. This display solidified her belief in his summoning abilities. While her initial plan had been to forcibly break free from their imprisonment, she grappled with the moral quandary of leaving the boy behind. Despite his weakened state, his potential summoning capabilities provided a glimmer of hope for their escape, without the boy succumbing to peril.
He confided in her, revealing his contingency plan to summon a mechanical carriage if the situation deteriorated further. Perplexed, she grappled with the concept of a "car" or a mechanical carriage powered by an engine. Despite her extensive reading and worldly experiences, she remained unfamiliar with these terms.
She pondered the prospect of him summoning a weapon or creature to aid in a forceful escape. Yet, uncertainty shrouded her understanding of his summoning capabilities – whether he could evoke such entities or not. Moreover, her desire to shield him from potential trauma fueled her decision. She feared that her involvement might paint her as a monstrous figure in his eyes.
Thus, she refrained from proposing the summoning of lethal weapons or beasts. She reasoned that if the boy were destined to engage in combat, it should be a firsthand experience initiated by him. Observing that he seemed far from experienced in taking lives, she surmised that he had never even harmed a chicken.
Nevertheless, she offered unwavering encouragement for his summoning plan. Aware of the value summoners held, particularly in the eyes of war-hungry humans, she believed their captors would hesitate to execute them without just cause.
Following their imprisonment, they found themselves facing court proceedings the following day. The rapid pace of the justice system piqued her interest. Even in the Elven Empire, prisoners often waited months for their trials. However, she suspected that the Lord of the City was determined to expedite her case for his own purposes.
In a bid to buy time for the boy to summon, she valiantly attempted to defend both of them during the proceedings. Despite her efforts, Lord Sacmo's sly grin betrayed his intentions. She sensed that slipping through their captors' grasp would prove difficult.
Contemplating the possibility of the summoning attempt failing, she had initially considered a physical confrontation, in line with her earlier plan. However, the presence of the two blessed as well as the knights sowed doubt in her mind. Uncertainty gnawed at her, leaving her unsure about her capacity to contend with them while also ensuring the boy's escape.
As the judge was about to pronounce their sentence of serving under Lord Sacmo, a sudden, brilliant light erupted in front of the boy, larger and more intense than the previous day's.
Before her eyes materialized a massive, dark box-like object mounted on four large wheels. Stunned, she involuntarily retreated a few steps, and even the guards raised their weapons and stepped back. The judge's words halted abruptly, and the sinister grin on Lord Sacmo's face froze, sending ripples of murmurs through the onlookers.
The boy, the instigator of this astonishing spectacle, wasted no time. Swiftly, he opened the enigmatic box and stepped inside. A resounding "Vrroomm" erupted from the dark wheeled contraption, a roar akin to thunder. The tremors from the vibration resonated through her being, a sensation that momentarily rattled her very soul. The sheer intensity of the noise was unlike any creature she had ever encountered. Subsequently, the front of the enigmatic apparatus radiated a brilliant light akin to the sun, and the right side of the dark box slowly swung open.
"Valcy, get in quickly; it's time to depart!" his urgent cry shattered her daze. Reacting swiftly, she hastened towards the contraption, clumsily finding her way inside just as the boy shut the door.
As she settled within, her curiosity about the nature of this unprecedented creature welled within her. However, her recollection of his unwavering instruction to trust him prevailed. The confidence radiating from his eyes sealed her resolve, suppressing her inquiries for the present moment.
Summon description. The Rezvani Vengeance is an extensively militarized vehicle specially crafted for offroad purposes. Engineered with four-wheel drive capabilities, it is available in a v8 configuration featuring a turbocharged Doge demon engine boasting 1000 hp. Notable features include bullet-proof armor, blast protection, heat vision, a smoke screen, EMP defense, a secure ram, an integrated gas mask, an embedded intercom, a built-in pepper spray system, and a siren system.
Summon origin= Earth 1218
Summon Tier= B tier Summon type= militarized auto mobile Mana required for summon=800 Warning
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I didn't anticipate Valcy's shocked jump as I turned on the engine; her reaction was unexpectedly cute and hilarious. Instructing her to "get inside," I watched as she awkwardly maneuvered herself into the vehicle due to her tall stature and unfamiliarity with cars.
Immediately after Valcy entered the vehicle, I noticed Lord Sacmo snapping out of his stupor. He erupted into shouts, commanding the guards to extricate us from the roaring contraption. Despite his orders, the guards hesitated, clearly unnerved by the imposing machine.
Frustrated by the guards' reluctance, Lord Sacmo eventually directed his bodyguards to attack. One of them, the voodoo practitioner, conjured a blue fireball and hurled it at us. Momentarily, I feared substantial damage, but once the flamboyant display subsided, the impact point resembled a splash of gray paint rather than a dent.
My patience waned, prompting me to seize the intercom and issue a stern ultimatum, "Clear the path or face consequences." Their astonishment escalated.
The portly showman finally scrambled to his feet, attempting to flee the scene. His body jiggled with the exertion, a comical sight. "No, you won't," I murmured, swiftly engaging the automatic transmission from neutral to forward. Releasing the clutch, I pressed the accelerator, unleashing a sudden burst of acceleration. The rapid motion unsettled my elven companion, causing her to tightly grip the hem of my shirt. With resolute determination, we surged directly onto the podium, the immense tires effortlessly surmounting the obstacle. The onlookers hastily scattered in a chaotic frenzy, some leaping left, others right, driven by panic. Strikingly, the Lord Sacmo Retainers offered no assistance to their beleaguered associate, opting instead to abandon him to his fate, neglecting any attempt to impede our escape or hasten his retreat.
A 1,000-horsepower turbocharged engine held nothing back. Within a matter of seconds, we plowed through the opposing side of the podium, which, mind you, was constructed from a solid brick wall. Our impact created a massive breach through which we burst forth, the force of our egress likely colliding with a few unfortunate individuals on the stage. Any remorse on my part was nonexistent; after all, these opulent-looking figures possessed abundant gold coins, affording them access to ample healing potions.
My lack of sympathy arose from the awareness that their lavish appearances indicated considerable wealth. My deepest desire was for our collision to directly target not only Lord Sacmo but also the judge, retribution for their vexatious conduct. Despite our escape, the looming menace persisted. The potential of being ensnared within the city's confines lingered, particularly if all entrances were sealed off – a very plausible scenario, given the imposing and impregnable walls encircling the city.
The streets boasted well-constructed thoroughfares intended for carriages, affording me the luxury of accelerating to a steady 70 miles per hour. Fortunately, I retained a clear recollection of the nearest gate's location. Steering resolutely, I directed the vehicle toward this destination. Along the route, chaos reigned as pedestrians scattered and clamored, their panicked shouts painting a scene of pandemonium. It seemed that the tumultuous spectacle of our swift passage led them to perceive a ferocious, untamed creature invading their city. Despite the frenzied backdrop, my primary concern rested on maintaining an unimpeded course, avoiding any unintended collisions with innocent bystanders.
Approaching the gate within what felt like a mere three minutes, I observed the guards mobilizing frantically to clear our path as the dark behemoth hurtled toward them. A futile attempt to halt our escape ensued, with some guards launching arrows at us. Yet, the projectiles merely rebounded upon striking the armor plating. Without a moment's pause, I maintained my acceleration, opting to forego any deceleration as we surged through the gates and left the city behind. It wasn't until we had distanced ourselves by approximately half a mile that I chanced a glimpse at the rearview mirror's reflection.
No pursuers trailed behind us, providing a momentary respite. However, my certitude remained that the city's authorities would eventually dispatch riders or trackers to pursue us. Given the foreseeable nature of our escape route, off-road tire tracks could be easily discerned. In light of this realization, my course was unwavering – continuing to drive, sans a predetermined destination, in a bid to evade any impending pursuit.