Fake Professor, Misunderstood As Strong

Chapter 219 The Elven Capital! Part-3.

"Hoh, now this is quite surprising… Be proud, Mark; only one in a million people is worthy enough to be chosen and trusted by fairies so easily like you…"

"She didn't even hesitate to come close to you; this just shows how immense your affinity is with the pure elements of this world…"

Hearing that high praise from Jareth, Mark felt quite happy.

Jareth is the type of person who rarely praises anyone, and Mark was extremely happy that his idol gave him such high praise.

Seeing that Mark was acknowledged by a fairy, Risa and Azul also wanted one for themselves.

Looking at the eager looks on their faces, Jareth could only shrug his shoulders.

'They are such a spoiled bunch…'

"Actually, fairies also have elemental types; this little one is an earth type fairy. Mark has a high affinity for earth elementals; that's why she got attracted to him…"

"You will need to find a Shadow type fairy if you want one Risa, and for Azul, you can find either a Fire type one or a Space type one… But in these times when fairies are nearly extinct, finding them is impossible…"

Sylvia also nodded her head at Jareth.

"Yeah, in the past hundred years, this one is the only fairy we have encountered up until now… Sigh, perhaps the miasma has made the environment in our elven capital unsuitable too…"

Ignoring the concerned look of Sylvia, the little fairy flew higher and sat on Mark's head as if it were her new home now.

She even brought out her lounge to tease Risa on purpose when she glared at her.

"I am Lily, a great fairy!"

The little fairy giggled with a childish voice, even the voice seemed so gentle and cute that it could melt the heart of anyone.

Seeing her giggle so happily, Sylvia couldn't help but shook her head helplessly.

'Big sis was right; fairies have no sense of danger at all; they are all too innocent for this cruel world…'

'Jareth has already seen her; what do I do now… Should I increase his payment so he forgets about the fairy? Ugh, this is a great tragedy…'

Despite Sylvia's worries, Jareth wasn't thinking too much about this matter. He just wanted a small favor from the fairy.

'If I can get a few of her hairs and a broken piece of her wing, I can re

There were elves sitting outside their houses with looks of despair on their faces.

Some were staring at their empty baskets that once used to be full of fruits with empty eyes.

Some were clutching their children tightly in their arms with looks of helplessness; they were trying to hold back their tears and not show weakness to the children.

While walking on that main path to the palace, Sylvia lowered her head and hid her eyes under the shade of that large hat of hers.

She gritted her teeth, and it took her entire might to ignore the state of her fellow comrades.

Elves are inherently kind; Sylvia had a hard time passing through the place as she wanted to help but she was also helpless.

This is the reason why she doesn't come out of the palace nowadays; she's afraid that she will not be able to see the dying state of her kin and will end up losing her sanity.

She only came out now to bring Jareth over.

Mark tightly held Risa's hand and kept her from straying away.

He has seen a similar sad scene in Bastille; now he isn't as immature as before, and right now they can't help these people by giving them empty words of consoling.

The state of Islasera was so shocking that the group remained silent for the entire journey till they reached the palace.

No one talked anything, and they just watched the depressed atmosphere silently.

If it were normal, the elves would have come forward to greet these new visitors and would have given gifts and stuff to show kindness, but right now they themselves have nothing to eat, let alone give gifts.

"300… T-this year alone… 300 children died from starvation… and I couldn't do anything…"

Walking at the forefront, Sylvia murmured to herself and sighed at her own uselessness.

All this power, all this strength, everything was for naught against the horror of Miasma.

Elves have a long lifespan, so very few children are born every year, and nearly 98% of them all died this year due to starvation.

And this is just the casualties of the newborns; the casualties are just increasing over time.

The biggest problem is that elves live in this capital that is located in the middle of the forest of illusory flowers; there's no edible plant or fruit in the entire illusory forest.

Everything is either an illusion or has a dangerous poison in it thus making it inedible.

Miasma has caused all of their fruit trees and crops to die; they have no food to eat now, and they are only surviving on the emergency rations that the palace had saved up as supplies for troops in case of war.

Looking at the situation, Jareth concluded in his mind,

'No wonder their entire nation got destroyed by a single demon and monster tide in the game lore… They are already on the end of their wits; a small push and they are as good as dead…'