Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

The Elf Clan is currently facing a crisis comparable to that of the ancient era. Elder Anna, the life tree continues to wither, and the harvest from the orchards decreases day by day, no longer enough to fill the clansmen’s bellies.

Adult elves have repeatedly squeezed their own fruit rations. The fruit saved barely ensures that the young elves don’t starve to death.

Because of the lack of food, the bodies and Mental Energy of adult elves are weakening daily, yet we never complain, firmly believing the King can lead us out of this predicament.

But what has the King done?!”

As the Sky Knight roared, a Magister followed out of the crowd and took over: ”The King allows the Crown Prince to act willfully and recklessly, regardless of the safety of the clansmen!”

The clansmen behind them raised their arms in support, roaring for the King to come out and explain.

At this moment, the elves were unafraid of death, for if the withering of the life tree was irreversible, death would eventually come anyway.

The elves’ shouts grew louder, spreading throughout almost the entire territory, yet no one ever stepped forward to direct the next move.

It wasn’t that they didn’t know what to do next; on the contrary, every elf knew—question the King.

But here was the problem: who had the courage?

The King was a Gods Blessing, an invincible existence who could slaughter Nineteen Elders with one hand. The elves understood well that they were powerless to punish the King, and questioning him was meaningless; it was impossible to remove him from the throne.

On the contrary, if they didn’t know when to retreat and provoked the King, they would die a miserable death.

The elves probably realized this. Their shouts didn’t fade, but their faces showed unwillingness. Why should they be dragged down to death by someone else’s mistake when they had done nothing wrong, and the one who made the mistake remained unharmed?

They were lost, not knowing which direction they should head.

Fortunately, Anna had already considered it for them long ago.

The corners of her mouth curled up imperceptibly: ”Clansmen.”

All the elves present looked at her. She paused for a few seconds and said, ”Whoever made the mistake should be punished.”

The Sky Knight and the Magister standing at the front of the crowd were stunned for a moment, then felt a surge of joy in their hearts.

Yes!

The King’s majesty is not to be offended, but the Crown Prince has no such privilege.

Besides... if the culprit is sacrificed, perhaps the gods will forgive the elves?