Except for the Red Dragon Duke Pascal's family which has gradually disappeared, the other three dukes still have over 100 million people and vast fiefdoms. The decline of the empire does not mean their decline. After the failure of the expedition, they still maintain their strong strength.

Change and taking sides? Aitesi simply summarized it in her mind.

"Okay, okay. I'm not the kind of elf who is good at politics and scheming. It's better not to talk to me about this. It gives me a headache just listening to it." Atesi shook her head, her golden hair swaying in the wind.

Passing through the drooping vines, the blooming golden moon flowers, and the blue lake, a tall garden surrounded by three tall sacred trees gradually emerged among the branches and leaves.

These three sacred trees reach straight into the sky, with their crowns shrouded in clouds and mist, while below them are elven palaces of various sizes, scattered in an orderly manner beside the lake and under the trees, like graceful crescents.

"I'm finally back." Atesi slowly descended, her body wrapped in a sphere surrounded by wind, and she stepped lightly on the lawn by the lake.

"I can't predict what kind of situation the elves will face."

"But at least, I hope I can uphold my responsibilities, protect everyone in the forest, and maintain this peaceful home."

"Take me to see Her Majesty the Queen. I can sense that my sister is already there waiting for me. She might be thinking of how to scold me right now."

Aitesi smiled, then lightly pressed her chest. The dress that allowed her to move easily grew and extended like a flower vine, revealing elegant gold leaf cuffs, a semi-transparent petal skirt, and a small golden crown with gold thread in her hair.

"Well, welcome back, my respected princess."

As the words fell, the elite warriors of the jungle, holding swords as long as their bodies, knelt on one knee and made way for the white road leading to the central sacred tree.