57~Tylisagala Nolin’s Divine Princess Transformation
“What was that just now?” Two elf girls stood by the window looking up at the horizon, but no matter how hard they looked, they could no longer find the dazzling golden sun they had seen before.
“A golden sun? But it’s night, Mother Goddess above, what has happened.”
“Could we have been mistaken?”
“How is that possible? One person making a mistake is possible, but two… Lady Aistride saw it too, didn’t she?” The two elf girls turned their gazes towards Aistride, who was looking down at the tea in front of her, deep in thought.
That golden sun, she had seen details that others hadn’t noticed.
It wasn’t just a simple blazing sun; it was covered with many words – in Elvish.
She had definitely seen it somewhere before, it was like…
Could it be a coincidence?
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Divine Princess Transformation Countdown: 00:00
In one of the temporary dormitories for freshmen at Coleman Academy, golden rays shone brilliantly like a deity descending upon the earth.
A dazzling golden sun and harp were slowly rising behind the gold-haired girl, enveloped in brilliant light, and complex, star-like elven characters swirled around her like living entities, rotating.
On the back of her right hand appeared an identical pattern of the golden sun and harp, outlined in golden threads, glowing brilliantly on her pale, jade-like skin.
Mysterious, elegant music rang in her ears, like an angelic eulogy, a sacred sound of nature, as if it could cleanse the soul.
Booming energy nurtured the girl’s body; her height and features visibly developed, and she quickly became a poised young lady.
In the mirror, as her height increased, the scar on her face gradually disappeared.
The energy contained within it had been completely absorbed, and the mark naturally faded away.
At first, relying on the Divine Princess transformation seemed like a gamble, a bit laughable now that one thinks about it.
Seriously, could something as simple as digesting a divine blade actually work?
But none of that mattered now because internal information appeared in front of her.
If this were a gamble, then she had won big time.
Name: Tylisagala Nolin
Status: Awakened
Race: Gold Elf
Divine Princess Domain: [Sacred Tree Shelter]
Divine Authority:
First Divine Authority [Holy Oblivion – Blade of Destruction and Creation]
Second Divine Authority [Emerald Heavenly Fragrance]
Third Divine Authority [Realm of the Collective Forest Authority]
A graceful figure with a shapely behind supported by her heels, her platinum hair flowing like silk on the bed, spotless, the elf girl opened her eyes, devoid of desire like twin olive gems.
The Crown Cup – her goal was no longer merely about not getting expelled. She was now aiming to take the top prize right in front of everyone.
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“Ho boy, what kind of sorcery is this? Why is the sun coming out at night? Was I hallucinating?” An older man in a white ceremonial dress wiped the sweat off his brow as he walked through the temporary dormitory building and arrived at a specific door.
“This should be the place, right?” He gently knocked on the door, three polite taps.
“Excuse me, is student Dillin in?”
Half a minute passed with no response.
“Is he already asleep? Still, it’s tomorrow’s Crown Cup after all. This is awkward.”
Just as he was scratching his head in thought, the door suddenly opened.
“Good evening, sir. What brings you to see me?” A young man with black hair opened the door and looked at the older man.
“Oh, sorry to disturb your rest, Dillin, right?” The old man inspected Dillin; there were no signs of sleep on his face, and his clothes were still neatly worn, so it seemed the other hadn’t gone to bed yet.
But…
The old man couldn’t help but feel that Dillin’s expression was overly calm, and some of his subtle movements seemed a bit off. Though where exactly, the man couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
“Sorry to bother you.”
“Ah, indeed, but can we keep it concise?”
“Oh, forgive me, I’m just one of the Academy’s weapon crafters. Tomorrow is the Crown Cup, and I came to ask what weapon would suit you. We’ll provide it for you.”
“Weapon?” Dillin thought for a moment. “Ah, you have impeccable timing. I was just lamenting about not having any decent weapons.”
“Let’s cut to the chase then. I need a longbow made of white Nee wood.”
“Longbow?” The old man was a bit surprised. “Are you sure you don’t want a musket? Our academy does have quite a few excellent ones.”
“Not necessary. I’m not the one fighting,” Dillin shook his head.
“Ah, that makes sense… but why white Nee wood? Purple Nai wood has excellent elasticity, isn’t that better?”
“The bow made from Purple Nai wood isn’t as durable for me as the one made from white Nee wood.” Dillin bowed respectfully. “Thank you for your trouble.”
“There’s no need for that. It’s our job after all.” The old man didn’t question further why Dillin wanted the white Nee wood bow; all he needed to do was follow Dillin’s request and provide the weapon.
“Tomorrow, right outside your dormitory door, I’ll deliver the weapon you need.”
Soon, the door closed, and the old man left.
Something about that bow, the way he bowed, felt strange…
The old man realized this after some time. He’d figured out why Dillin’s subtle actions seemed odd—because they were too delicate. Everything from his tone to his movements was too refined, too perfect, unlike those of a normal boy.
Why would I even think such a thing?…
Early the next morning, the old man yawned as he stood in front of the freshmen dormitory, a large white cloth bundle on his back.
Usually, there were lots of people here, but today it was completely empty.
The Crown Cup was about to start, and the freshmen living here had all risen early, heading out early to check things out.
Honestly, the old man was quite worried if Dillin would be late.
Finally, he saw a figure walk out of the dormitory door at a leisurely pace.
“Good morning, esteemed elder, thank you for waiting.” Standing tall, Dillin approached the elder and bowed deeply.
“Not necessary, there’s no need for such courtesy.” The elder waved his hand, feeling that the boy named Dillin was being overly polite. To be exact, his formal honorifics and courtesies were too proper, almost overly rigid.
“Here you go, your white Nee wood longbow.” The old man handed the white cloth bundle over to Dillin.
“Thank you for your generous help.” Dillin opened the bundle to inspect.
“I already said, this is my job anyway, no need to thank me. I hope you can use it to prove yourself on the field.”
“Understood, thank you ever so much. You must’ve been busy all night, go rest soon. Oh, please convey my thanks to Aistride as well.”
“Eh…” The old man’s face froze at this request. He quickly added, “Student, this has nothing to do with Aistride. It wasn’t her doing, it was entirely done by the Academy…”
“The origin of white Nee wood is in the border regions of the White Glass Kingdom, and its elasticity and bow-making effects aren’t as good as Purple Nai wood which is produced near the Coleman region. The Academy wouldn’t put in unnecessary effort to go that far and choose the more expensive and lower quality material.”
“Thus, the Coleman Academy inventory definitely didn’t have a white Nee wood bow. If there isn’t any, it could only mean you made it overnight.”
“Even though you tried to hide it, your dark circles and tiredness show through too obviously, don’t they?”
“The Academy wouldn’t specifically mobilize professional weapon crafters for just me to make a customized weapon overnight. It could only be her.”
“Umm…,” The old man was utterly speechless after this analysis, realizing that he couldn’t possibly fool such an overly intelligent young man, so he sighed.
“Her highness was concerned that you might act on impulse and reject her help, so it wasn’t intentional…,” he admitted.
“Please thank her for me. I accept the bow.” After that, Dillin bowed again. “I’ll go ahead.”
“Hey, wait! You haven’t taken the quiver!”
“That kind of thing? Not necessary.” Dillin left only his back view.
