Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 93: Crystals (2)

“Earl, is it? What do you mean by calling me here exactly?”

Unlike the attendant, the man who faced the Earl this time didn’t hide his wrinkled nose. Displaying his disdain rather than speaking it aloud was already the most amount of respect he could give to this so-called Earl.

Earl, though, didn’t seem to care much about this. To him, the fact that this person had come to see him in the first place already proved who it was had higher standing. The fact he dared to show his disdain only meant that he was a little better than his usual subordinates, nothing more, nothing less.

If others saw through his thoughts, they would be shocked. The man standing across Earl now was a man with ethereal looks that could only come from descendants of dwarven and elven bloodlines.

Whether it was the elves or the dwarves, each had impossibly high standing on the immortal plane. The idea that a bigshot of a small bubble world like this one could force one of them to display any sort of respect was shocking enough.

It was clear that this Earl was not a simple character by any stretch of the imagination. Though… it might very well be useful to know that this Segment 232 bubble world hadn’t been in his ownership until very recently…

“The boy stirring up trouble in my territory, is he one of yours?”

“One of mine?” The man laughed as though he had heard a funny joke, his voice able to make even men feel uncomfortable in their preferences. “I’m but a minor low elf, how could a high elf of the Eostre Clan be one of mine?”

The Earl’s pupils constricted.

The Eostre Clan? The moment he heard these words, waves were sent rolling through his heart.

On the mortal plane, the Eostre Clan was greatly respected by the elven clans due to their sacrifice. It had to be remembered that members of the Eostre Clan were the clan of elves that sacrificed their sanity in order to carry on the legacy of True Empaths.

Much like the ancient techniques of the Florence, Mathilde, and Acacia Clans, the Eostre Clan practiced a taboo technique that turned their manifestation into the moon. This moon manifestation allowed them some of the abilities of the True Empaths.

Unfortunately, the silver moon was flawed. Despite knowing this, the Eostre Clan continued to sacrifice themselves in order to maintain the dignity of the elven clan.

Of course, this problem was only apparent on the mortal plane. On the immortal plane, elves were still flourishing and they never stopped producing True Empaths. However, this didn’t change the fact that they were the same clan despite being separated by a plane. As a result, the standing of the Eostre Clan was incredibly high on the immortal plane.

However, as one might expect, this story isn’t as simple as it seems on the surface. With how much immortals disdained mortals, even if they shared the same root, was it really believable for mere ‘respect’ to carry the Eostre Clan so far? historical

Of course not.

The truth of the matter was that some time in the past, an Ancestor of the Eostre Clan managed to perfect her mortal body and evolve the silver moon into the golden moon. As a result of this, the ‘respected’ Eostre Clan suddenly became overwhelmingly powerful.

Just like that, instead of the birth of True Empaths being random, elves with identical abilities could be birthed systematically through the Eostre bloodline, making them among the top bloodlines of the high elves!

It was said that that Ancestor found her bloodline being ostracized when she elevated to the immortal plane. In retaliation, she even separated from the elven clan and built her own hegemon. It wasn’t until her passing and countless years passed that the Eostre Clan descendants returned to the Elven Hegemon for one reason or another. That much was a story for another time.

But what was truly important here was just how impressive Jade’s feat was. Other Eostre’s relied on the legacy left behind by that Ancestor to perfect her bloodline, yet Jade was among the rare few that perfected it on her own before even transcending. It may very well be that she was only the second to ever succeed in such a fashion.

It was suffice to say then that the status of the Eostre Clan was inconceivable. They were a branch of the elven hegemon, but they had once been an independent hegemon of their own, making them no less powerful than even combinations of other elven bloodlines. There were only two others that could stand toe to toe with them… the Mathilde bloodline and the Florence bloodline. As for the Acacia Bloodline, they were a step below them on the Immortal Plane.

Still, when Earl heard these words, his first reaction wasn’t to back off. Instead, he turned a curious eye toward the low elven man. Why was it that he was telling him this? Wouldn’t it be better for his goals if Earl accidentally offended someone he shouldn’t have? What was he hiding exactly?

“It seems you’ve finally realized.” A sinister glint passed through the low elf’s gaze. “I happen to be in need of high elven blood.”

The Earl’s eyes widened. “Are you insane?!”

He had wanted to teach Dyon a lesson, but he had abandoned that thought almost immediately after learning his identity. As things stood now, he only wanted to leave a small reprimanding. But this was absolutely insane.