"You'll see. The museum is filled with artifacts from the early centuries of Sancta Vedelia, especially from the era of wars, the Blood Moon War, and Deborah Dolphis' Rebellion. All the items are authentic and remarkably well-preserved," Toran declared with pride as we approached the circular monunt constructed from gleaming white wood.
The museum was bustling with activity, as a steady stream of people, both locals and tourists, moved in and out of the grand entrance. The residents of Vanadias, mostly elves, mingled with travelers who had co to explore the city's rich history. Occasionally, a few curious onlookers would glance our way, no doubt intrigued by the sight of our small group flanked by guards, a formation that set us apart from the crowd.
While the others seed genuinely excited about the visit, I found myself utterly disinterested. In truth, I was more bored than anything else. I suppose it's inevitable—these examinations in foreign lands always co with their obligatory dose of cultural exposure and educational excursions before the actual test begins.
I trailed behind the group, my steps slowing as my disinterest grew. Once I was certain no one was paying attention to , I took the opportunity to slip away, blending seamlessly into the bustling crowd. It didn't take long before I was lost in the sea of people, free from the tedious museum visit.
"Finally, so air," I murmured with a sigh of relief, a small smile creeping onto my face as I wandered off in a different direction.
The streets were alive with activity. Elven perforrs were putting on vibrant shows, their elegant movents captivating small crowds. Nearby, vendors manned colorful stalls, calling out to passersby in an attempt to lure them into trying their wares. Most of their attention was directed at tourists, easy targets for a quick sale.
"Hey, young man! Want to test your archery skills?" An elf called out to , his tone a mix of enthusiasm and condescension.
"Not interested," I replied curtly, barely glancing in his direction as I continued walking.
It was clear they saw as easy prey, probably because I was human. The elves seed more wary around the vampires and werewolves, treating them with a guarded respect that was noticeably absent in their dealings with . The discrimination was blatant from the bastards.
How I wished the elves didn't exist!
After about twenty minutes of aimless wandering, nothing in particular caught my attention, and I began to consider returning to the museum. I wasn't eager to attract Jas Raven's scrutiny; he would definitely notice if I skipped out on the visit. It wasn't as if I could openly admit my disdain for the history of the elves, especially not with them all around. I wasn't that much of a jerk, after all.
"Stop her!"
"Hm?" The shout reached my ears, sparking my curiosity. I paused and glanced over my shoulder, trying to pinpoint the source of the commotion.
It seed to be coming from behind a nearby building. Curious, I leaped effortlessly onto the rooftop, my gaze sweeping the scene below.
"P-Please, just leave alone this once!" A desperate voice pleaded.
I spotted the source imdiately: an elven girl with brown hair and matching brown eyes, frantically trying to escape her pursuers. She was in a wheelchair, her legs likely paralyzed, making her escape all the more desperate. She was spinning the wheels with all her strength, trying to outpace the ten or so elves chasing after her. Despite her efforts, they were rapidly closing in.
For a mont, I simply observed the scene unfolding below. The girl appeared to be younger than . She seed determined as she struggled to evade her pursuers. The situation seed like the sort of trouble that usually found its way to Victor—the protagonist, the one destined to be the hero. But here I was, caught in the middle of it.
With a resigned sigh, I decided to intervene. I vaulted off the building, snatching a piece of cloth bearing the Teraquin emblem as I descended. I quickly wrapped it around my mouth to conceal my identity before landing lightly on the ground in front of the girl and her pursuers.
"An attack in broad daylight? Don't you have any sha, you filthy elves?" I spat, fixing them with a contemptuous look.
The group of elves skidded to a halt, montarily surprised by my sudden appearance.
"Who are you?!"
"Get out of our way!"
"Do you know who we are?!"
I stroked my chin, feigning contemplation before delivering my retort with a smirk. "Third-rate villains?"
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