Mage Legend

"Since you've made this choice, I can provide convenience for you," said Empress Hernfurry. "The elf ships in Unicorn Bay have been heavily damaged, but there's another port to the north. It's a harbor for trading goods with Haisas and Pate. If nothing goes wrong, there will still be human merchant ships docked there. You can easily find transportation there."

"In that case, everything is planned." Lynch looked back at Zilvra and said, "I'll say goodbye to a few friends, and then we can set off."

"Then I'll go pack," Zilvra replied. She looked around and asked, "Where has Soka gone?"

When the giant dragon fell, everyone's attention was drawn to the Brass Dragon, and they momentarily forgot to watch the actions of the little angel. Lynch's Eye of Insight immediately began scanning the area, while the Empress focused her attention on the passageway.

"She's over there," the Empress said with a smile, pointing to the spiral staircase beneath the dragon. "I can sense her, she's about to come up."

Sure enough, a tuft of golden hair emerged from the gap beside the dragon, followed by a small, pale hand. Zilvra pulled Soka up and was startled by the white thing she was holding to her chest.

In the hands of the angel, a sickly white tiger was comfortably dozing off. It was so emaciated that it resembled a white cat more than a tiger. Soka opened her eyes wide, looked at Lynch, and pouted, "I found it pitiful..."

Just as Lynch was about to speak, the Elf Queen smiled at Soka and said, "Then you can keep it. But be aware, once this little fellow grows up, it will have quite the appetite."

"No problem, I will feed it well," Soka happily replied. But she suddenly looked a bit worried and timidly asked Lynch, "Is that okay...?"

"You've been running around with me all this time, and I haven't even bought you a toy," Lynch thought for a while and said, "You can keep it, just make sure it doesn't run off."

"Oh! That's great," Soka exclaimed, planting a big kiss on the little tiger, then whispered softly into its ear, "You must listen to me from now on."

Three days later, after finishing the funeral for the giant dragon, Lynch and his companions prepared to head west. To avoid disturbing too many elves, only Lynch's closest friends came to see them off at Heather's dock.

In the mist, the morning light had not yet fully broken through the night's shadows, and warmth had yet to reach this land. Zilvra placed the travel bag on the small boat, which was filled with snacks for Soka and the little tiger, along with the necessary food supplies. They just had to follow a tributary of Erutalon downstream to reach Mislanda Port and catch a boat from there. Even though Lynch found the tiger's food supply insufficient no matter how he calculated, he decided to leave this challenge to the little angel, knowing Soka was determined to care for her pet.

"Lynch, will we see each other again in Pate?" Anna asked, "I will be joining the battle there at Holy Pate."

"We will," Lynch replied, "As long as you have patience and be careful. Also, don't forget to find Wislin." Lynch placed the final package neatly at the stern and waved to his friends standing on the shore: "What Salantir left for me is a memory I will never forget."

"Aside from memories, there should be something else," the Empress said, opening the package in her hands, revealing several cloaks arranged neatly, "When you face storms, the friends of the Elf Clan will shield you from the elements. Try it on to see if it fits."

"Is that a Magic Cloak?" Zilvra glanced at it and said, "I'm still unable to wear elf-made Magic Items."

"I understand that, child," the Empress said, "The one for you is not a Magic Cloak. Although it's handcrafted by elf artisans and has effects that ordinary cloaks can't achieve, it's not a Magic Cloak. The elves have sewn the sun, moon, stars, and every leaf from the forest into this cloak. By wearing it, you become a friend of nature. Neither wind nor snow will disturb you."

"Thank you," Zilvra said, taking it and added, "I will wear it."

Lynch accepted a white cloak that contrasted sharply with his Mage Robe, which would make him very conspicuous. Nonetheless, the Mage immediately draped it over himself: "The morning is so cold, and I just needed something to keep warm. Thank you very much, your Empress."