256: Chapter 63 The Sudden Attack of the Elf Princess 256: Chapter 63 The Sudden Attack of the Elf Princess After soothing the situation for a while, Adrian, seeing the increasing arrogance of the Mage Association’s ssengers, finally stopped giving face to the association and politely asked them to leave.
Of course, he did not use those exact words.
The branch president added fuel to the fire by saying, “We didn’t co here together, please let them leave first.
Perhaps Elves are not quite accustod to Human party styles.”
Seeing the Legendary Mages all watching in this direction, the young mage, whose head was overheated from admiration and dependency seen in the eyes of the Elf Princess, finally behaved himself.
The people of the Carl Family had actually only occasionally interjected a few words to express their fondness for Elves.
Their target had never been the Elf Princess from the start.
So they all ford a circle to watch the rare fool among the Mages.
There was no shortage of pride and arrogance among Mages; taking advantage of others was even more common, and these few were no exception.
But the profession of Mage still had a basic requirent of intelligence.
To inflate like this at a welcoming party held by a Legendary Mage, when the main guests were two other Legendary figures, was exceedingly rare.
For them, accidentally running into a problem was a common occurrence, and apologizing had been done often.
But soone actively running into a Mithril Plate was enough gossip for them to share for a year.
The Elf Princess’s eyes reddened as she pleaded with Adrian not to be angry with the pitiful Mage, and they would leave imdiately.
But she asked for permission to apologize to the Legendary Mages, explaining that her usual stay in the Temple left her a bit of a ss and to please not think that all Elf Princesses were as useless as her.
In the midst of that foolish gazes that seed to kill, Adrian patiently listened to the Elf Princess’s lengthy speech.
Then he directly said, “This place belongs to Mages, there are no princesses here, only Legends.”
His expression serious, he turned to the Mage Association’s ssenger, “You don’t even have the privilege to have your na ntioned in my presence; what makes you think you have the capital to face the three Legends?
And you dare to make a scene here?”
Finally, Adrian said to Saral, the branch president, “Regarding today’s events, I will be filing a direct complaint with the Parliant.”
“Please leave!
Save so dignity for yourself,” Adrian said with a stern tone as he sent away the Mage Association’s people and the Elf, not forgetting to dismiss Saral along with them.
“Adrian is really great!” Miller comnted, “He didn’t let go of the troublemaker.”
“As for Phillips,” Karl continued, “he probably would have kept the president here out of shared enmity.
As for your Hensley, he wouldn’t offend the president if he could avoid it.”
Fran showed no intention of being humble.
Adrian was indeed far more outstanding than the others.
The Elf Princess walked to the door and, unable to give up, looked back in this direction once more.
Noticing also that Hill’s gaze was upon this direction, she looked towards him with a mixture of joy and tears.
She was indeed very beautiful, and had a pure and desirable deanor.
The happiness and affection that erged at this mont, along with the frustration of unexpressed emotions, were so earnest that even the Legends felt the sincerity.
At that mont, everyone thought she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Hill, who had intended to hide behind Fran, now knew he could no longer stay in the shadows.
He just stood there, indifferently nodding at the young princess, then nonchalantly waited for them to leave.
Watching Hill, who was unmoved by her, the Elf Princess’s expression retracted inch by inch, finally turning into a blend of grey despair and a hint of resentnt.
She turned and left through the door.
“Who would have thought that Polanio was such a heartless person,” The Legend of Carl suddenly remarked.
“Heh,” Fran replied with only two words.
Hill slightly lowered his head, sowhat puzzled by what The Legend of Carl ant.
He regretted slightly that he had been too unconcerned with external affairs; if he had known The Legend of Carl’s past, he might have understood the aning behind the Legends’ words.
At ten o’clock, the bells chid, and the two Legends took their leave.
Fran escorted them to the main hall’s entrance, then returned to the upper floor with Hill.
According to the traditions of this world, parties are ant to last until after midnight.
But those of higher status typically leave around ten o’clock, leaving the social scene to the younger generation.
Fran seed contemplative as he headed straight back without a word.
Hill, full of questions, obediently returned to his own room, planning to inquire the next day.
The sun of Kexlote was splendid, illuminating Hill’s room early in the morning.
Hill opened his eyes and looked at the clock, showing only five o’clock, and truly did not know how people here slept in, even though he had drawn the curtains!
After freshening up, Hill casually entered Fran’s room.
He knew that apart from himself, others, once they beca Magisters, had long lost the habit of sleeping every day.
At the Mage stage, four hours of sleep was enough.
Archmages needed even less.
By the ti one beca a Magister, half an hour of deep ditation each day was sufficient to replace sleep.
So Hill, who still cherished his sleep whenever possible, was truly an oddity.
But in Hill’s heart, the shadow of a balding head was ever-present, difficult to shake off.
Those sleepless nights spent drawing, and the falling locks of hair upon waking, made him treasure every opportunity for sleep.
Fran and Adrian were sitting at the table, waiting for Hill.
Hill walked over and greeted them softly.
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