In the backyard of the Clevner mansion, the sacred tree that once stood amidst the lush greenery was beginning to crumble at a visible rate.
The emerald green leaves have been replaced by withered yellow ones, which drift in the azure sky like spots of dead leaves.
Beneath the withered leaves, the intricate branches reaching into the clouds gradually shrank.
Energy flows within the spirit tree, converging towards its core.
The dense, net-like branches drooped down, bowing their straight trunks, breaking and crumbling.
The thick trunk also collapsed, and abundant natural energy flowed across its surface.
But the bark sank into the hill like pieces of fallen rubble, and the withered, pale trunk was exposed to the elves' eyes as they peered through the dead leaves.
The elves, who were kneeling and praying before the sacred tree, were stunned by the scene before them.
With wide eyes and a slight backward lean, he stared in disbelief at everything before him.
The sacred tree has withered?
Over the past thousand years, although the sacred tree has been burned once, it has never withered.
In their minds, the sacred tree should be immortal.
The elves stared at the fallen leaves passing before them, along with the constantly falling withered branches and shriveled bark, and their vision blurred for a moment.
It seemed that only the hill where the sacred tree stood was touched by the autumn and winter seasons ahead of time.
The pile of bark before them grew ever larger, and the elves felt increasingly powerless.
They all had their heads down, their eyes vacant, and tears streaming down their faces.
But what's the use of crying?
They could only watch helplessly as the sacred tree was destroyed.
Even if the sacred tree before them is not the real Tree of Adrien, that sacred tree still stands in the Elf Forest.
However, this sacred tree in the gardens of Clevina House also served as a source of spiritual sustenance for them.
It remains the sacred tree they need to worship.
The elves fell silent for a moment, the wind howling around them as withered branches and fallen leaves rustled in their ears.
Suddenly, a shimmering green light appeared in the empty corner of my eye.
Space began to distort, slowly pulling to both sides, and under the power of nothingness, a teleportation portal appeared out of thin air.
Ripples spread across the emerald green magical surface, and a robe draped in leaves emerged from within them first.
Vinya held a slender wooden staff in her hand, with a circular ring drawn on its slightly curved surface.
She walked out of the portal with light, graceful steps.
The moment the blank-faced elves saw Vinya, their empty eyes lit up, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope.
They all turned around and respectfully called out to Vinya:
"High Priest".
Since Kokot built a bridge between Clavenna and the Elven Forest that allows free travel between the two worlds.
The high priest would then frequently appear in the human world.
As soon as she appeared, she saw the elves standing in a daze in front of the divine tree.
The compatriots seem to be in a bad mood.
After nodding to the elves, she looked around, trying to figure out what had happened.
Suddenly, a withered yellow leaf fell on her shoulder, and Vinya was slightly startled.
She gently picked up a leaf with her hand, and the withered yellow leaf turned to ash and disappeared in her hand.
A bad feeling rose in her heart, and Vinya turned her head with a slight tremor.
This sight made her feel terrible.
Her eyes widened, her finger trembling as she pointed at the enormous sacred tree, its bark and branches peeling away, and her mouth quivered.
No, what's going on?
She had lived for so long and had never seen a sacred tree wither!
No wonder the elves were in a bad mood; now she's in a bad mood too.
Something terrible has happened!
Venia's alarm bells rang loudly, and her ears perked up.
There's only one possibility for what happened to the sacred tree: it's because it's lost its natural energy.
She hurriedly called out to the elves in a trembling voice:
"What are you waiting for? Go find someone!"
The elves looked at each other, seemingly at a loss.
Who should they go to?
The elves, who have lived in a comfortable and peaceful environment for a very long time, have not used their brains.
Nowadays, they even forget who to turn to for help when facing a crisis.
Since the high priest said he was going to find someone, who were they going to find?
Oh right!
The Lady of Clyvenar!
Once the elves realized this, they marched in a great procession toward Clyvenar's manor.
...
At that moment, two young girls were walking among the buildings of the Clevner Manor.
Zola followed Lia as they toured the old Clavenna family home.
An exquisitely crafted vase stood on the table. Zola carefully examined the vase's workmanship and couldn't help but marvel at its craftsmanship.
What a beautiful vase.
Zola circled the vase, looking it over from all angles, while Lia watched her with a smile.
"This is an antique vase gifted by the Duke of Reeves. It's in good condition, isn't it?"
Since Duke Rivi's daughter, Erica, became a third-tier mage.
The Du Croy family frequently sent various rare and valuable antiques or items to the Clavner estate.
Lia knew that this was all thanks to Victor.
So she accepted it without any qualms.
Zola was not surprised when he heard the name Duke Reeves.
Duke Rivi of the Empire also collaborates with the Chamber of Commerce.
Basically, many of the antiques sold by the Chamber of Commerce were provided by the Duke of Reeves.
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