Chapter 136: Gifts are nice as long as they are not mentally challenging
Perhaps because it was a familiar thing, Jade jumped off my shoulder and scooted closer to peek into the box.
[Master, it’s like the one you use for Spear]
"Yeah," I reached out my hand, but before I could touch the scroll, it was already trembling and elevating out of the box, hovering in front of me before softly landing on my stretched-out palms.
The scroll was visibly in a better condition than the previous one, probably because it ended up in elven hands, who knew better about the significance of the scroll. It didn’t look worn out, tied in a cord with a small, round seal bearing the shape of a great tree--the symbol of the druid.
I brushed my finger over the seal, sending a thin string of mana inside. And just like that, the seal cracked open.
"Why...didn’t you hand this to one of the druid tribe’s Chiefs?" I held the scroll from opening and looked up. "They are of royal blood too."
The elf lady smiled and answered simply. "Because they aren’t the direct descendant of the royal family."
Well...that was true. While those Chiefs had royal blood, which was blessed by the Goddess with the ability and responsibility of purification, they came from indirect families; illegitimate children, cousins, children who didn’t like royal duties--people like that. And then the position was passed down from generation to generation, so the blood became tinner. In this case, the blessing also got thinner.
"But you don’t know if I--"
"You are," she let out a small, soft laugh. "The fact that the scroll responded to you is proof of that."
Wow...this thing could detect something like that? And then I remembered that Alveitya also suddenly woke up and flew toward Valmeier that wasn’t even in the palace at that time.