The Boy Who Ruled the Monsters: Volume 2 [Parts 1 to 11] by Sin Guilty

Author:Sin Guilty
Language: eng
Format: epub

“Lord Sol, before all else, please allow me to thank you on behalf of our entire race. We thank you from the bottom of our hearts for your assistance with our millennium-long wish to bring back our queen.”

After teleporting, Sol’s group found themselves in the largest hollow in the World Tree sapling. The space was so huge that they normally would have difficulty accepting it as being inside a tree, but after seeing the remains of the previous World Tree, their surprise was tempered to “wow, this is big for a sapling” level.

The entire Elder Council was prostrating before the teleportation magic circle. The older elf among the two that Sol had rescued, Izlentia, once again formally thanked him, and everyone else said, “We thank you deeply” in unison.

Izlentia and his companion, Alphilion, had done their very best to explain how Sol had not only saved them from Istekario’s famed Circulus but also summarily defeated Kuzuryuu, the boss of Taboo Novem. Thanks to their efforts, all the elves fully understood their obligation to show him gratitude.

The elves were indeed a proud race, but the base of that pride was their self-respect: they believed that only those who could respect themselves could respect others. Therefore, it was a matter of course that they gave their thanks to Sol for helping them with the recapture of the Elven Queen, an endeavor that they had been committed to even at the risk of the annihilation of their whole race, on behalf of their weakened people. It didn’t matter whether Sol was human or elf, nor did the friction between the elders and the younger generation have any bearing here. Among the elves, at least, holding a different opinion did not contradict a shared system of values.

Normally, Sol’s group would be astonished to see members of a race they knew to be proud prostrating themselves like this. But what pride meant to humans was very different from what it meant to elves. Rather rudely, they weren’t exactly registering the elves’ thanks, as their attention was almost entirely seized by the figure floating in the center of the space that served as the central hub of the World Tree sapling.

Halfway to the ceiling, which soared far higher than the audience chamber in Emelia’s palace, was a vortex of mana so concentrated that it was actually visible, shining with constantly changing colors. That in itself was a sight exquisite enough to seem like a scene straight out of a myth, but the way that the Elven Queen floated within it, arms loosely outstretched in a completely open pose, further turned it into a vestment that amplified her beauty to the realm of the divine.

Aina’noa’s hair, done up in two pigtails, swirled leisurely in the dancing light, seemingly protecting her defenseless form. Thanks to the outer mana that illuminated her from varying angles and in varying colors, there were instances when she seemed to recover her snow-white skin and dazzling turquoise hair. It felt like at any

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