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Chapter 92: The Eternal Song of the Elves
The mournful wail faded with the wind, and the forest returned to its solemn stillness.
Brandon sighed deeply. Turning back, he saw the glimmer of hope shining in Roma’s and Antietta’s eyes. He thought to himself how women were always softer-hearted; though Metissa had been their enemy mere moments ago, none of this was truly her fault. And her tragic backstory only made her plight all the more pitiable.
"Do you wish to save her?"
Roma nodded vigorously. Antietta, however, hesitated. She bit her lip, words forming but never quite leaving her mouth, as if every attempt to speak faltered at the edge of her resolve.
"My lord," Tiger Finch spoke from the other side.
Brandon blinked, surprised that the mercenary captain would interject. "You’re a mercenary," he said pointedly.
Tiger Finch immediately fell silent, but his voice echoed in Brandon's mind. "My lord, seize the opportunity. As a Planeswalker, you have yet to acquire a high-quality card—this elf girl is immensely powerful. If sealed, she could become an exceptional card."
"But only if she agrees," Brandon replied silently.
He had considered this option from the start. Creating blank cards was a basic skill for any Planeswalker, though at his current level, Brandon could only craft contracts costing 100 wealth and a modest amount of mana. Such cards required the subject to be both gravely weakened and willing for the seal to take hold. While 100 wealth might seem trivial to seasoned Planeswalkers, for Brandon it represented nearly a month’s savings.
If Metissa refused, that wealth would be lost forever. To say he wouldn’t feel the sting would be a lie.
Tiger Finch glanced at Roma and Antietta, whose expressions pleaded silently with Brandon. The mercenary captain understood his lord’s dilemma well enough. With a faint smile, he answered mentally, "But failing to try would leave us uneasy."
Brandon couldn’t help but let out a strained laugh.
Indeed, it wasn’t just about sparing Roma and Antietta disappointment—it was also about not letting himself down. What had happened in his previous life was set in stone, unchangeable. But this life? That was another matter entirely. His arrival in this world surely held some purpose—Brandon believed it with every fiber of his being.
100 wealth.
It wasn’t just giving Metissa a chance; it was giving himself one too. From that perspective, it was worth every ounce.
He drew a blank card from his deck. Blank cards weren’t much different from Fate Cards—they simply lacked illustrations, resembling empty rooms awaiting guests.
"What’s that?" Roma asked, startled by the card Brandon held up.
"The lord is saving the elf girl," Tiger Finch explained. "By imprinting her soul onto the card, we can stabilize her dissipating soulfire."
Antietta’s eyes flickered. "Sounds similar to what summoners do—but don’t they use crystals? And can non-monstrous souls even be sealed?"
"It’s a form of summoning, yes," Tiger Finch replied. "But this is our only recourse. Without it, I see no other way to keep the girl tethered to this world."
Both Antietta and Roma nodded. They understood Brandon’s reasoning. Once soulfire dispersed, existence itself unraveled, scattering into the fundamental elements of the universe rather than returning to the embrace of the earth goddess.
Such a fate was agonizing for any living being, let alone an elf of higher intelligence.
Brandon raised the card aloft. "Metissa, will you join me on this journey and become part of the fabric of this world’s rules?" His voice resonated as if spoken in unison with another presence within him.
The blank card slipped from his hand, hovering midair. Brandon waited patiently for a response. A minute passed in silence, and he began to fear that Metissa had already vanished. Just as he sighed in regret, a small voice suddenly rang out.
"...I... have one wish. Can it be granted? Human... no, Lord Planeswalker." It was Metissa’s voice.
Brandon exhaled sharply.
"Of course, Metissa. Speak your wish."
"I want... to see my sister once more while traveling with you." The voice trembled softly.
Brandon froze, expecting something far grander—even granting her complete freedom wouldn’t have been beyond consideration. Yet Metissa’s wish was so simple, so pure.
The Silver Elves, part of the Silver Lineage, lived extraordinarily long lives. Her father and sister might still be alive, making her request achievable, albeit complicated by their seclusion. After a moment’s thought, he nodded.
A flash of black light erupted from the card. Across Brandon’s vision, words appeared:
"Contract Established."
Another prompt followed:
"New Deck Discovered. Please Name It—"
"Eternal Song." If it was for the Silver Elves, why not name it after their most renowned ancient legion?
As the glow faded, the card descended into his hand. Brandon examined it closely. On its surface stood a knight clad in silver armor, holding a lance-like spear, her face adorned with a gentle smile—it was unmistakably Metissa.
Unicorn Knight
(Eternal Song I)
Darkness: 15
[Creature – Heroic Spirit/Knight, Elite Lv. 35]
Place Unicorn Knight 'Metissa Crescent' onto the field.
Maintenance Cost: Pay 1 Darkness, 6 Wealth daily.
"The banners of the elves flutter proudly, hearts shine bright, swords gleam fiercely—"
Holding the card, Brandon felt its cool touch, confirming it was no ordinary artifact. He’d anticipated that sealing Metissa might yield a high-quality card—after all, she was once a gold-rank entity—but he hadn’t expected it to reach silver-tier.
An ancient-grade item.
Aside from the Radiant Blade, this was his second such treasure. Tumen had warned him that Fate Cards were rarer than magical artifacts of equivalent rank, so he’d speculated endlessly about what his next ancient-grade acquisition might be—but never once considered it would be a Fate Card.
Reality dealt him a heavy blow.
Now, his 100 wealth didn’t feel wasted—it felt like a bargain, a steal. Brandon wanted to laugh aloud three times over, restrained only by the need to maintain composure before his companions. For months, he’d despaired under the weight of powerful foes, wondering if some curse clung to him. First, as a novice, he faced Madara’s forces; then, barely Level 15, he defeated the White Knight. Later came the Crusader Executioner at Braggs, not to mention Viscount Teste of Ouroboros Society, a gold-rank adversary. Even after months of relative peace, Buga reared his head, followed swiftly by Treeminders, the Divine Messenger, and the ghost knight. Each challenge pushed him to his limits, testing his resolve.
Though he didn’t fear organizations like Ouroboros or nations like Madara as others did, the constant specter of danger wore on him. Believe him—it wasn’t pleasant.
But now? Now things were different. Having a subordinate with gold-rank strength—even lower-tier gold—meant he could navigate Eruin’s southern lands with newfound confidence. Neither Treeminders nor Ouroboros would risk sending a gold-rank assassin after him—not unless they deemed him a threat akin to an earl or higher. And should they dare, Brandon’s knowledge paired with Metissa’s prowess would make quick work of such foes. Far better than facing them alone as a lowly silver-tier fighter, wasn’t it?
For the first time, Brandon felt the clouds parting, revealing clear skies. “This must be what it feels like to lean on someone stronger—good deeds really do bring rewards,” he thought smugly.
Turning back, he suppressed a grin and waved the Fate Card at the others. "Done, everyone."
Antietta and Roma’s eyes lit up. Roma, unable to contain her excitement, urged, "That’s wonderful, Brandon! Summon Metissa now so we can meet her!"
"Ahem." Brandon coughed, his expression shifting. Roma’s enthusiasm struck a nerve. Though the Unicorn Knight card was nothing short of a divine artifact for him, there was an undeniable problem: its summoning cost was a staggering fifteen points of darkness.
And that wasn’t all—maintenance demanded six wealth per day, plus one point of darkness daily.
Forget finding sufficient darkness; even the upkeep costs alone would bankrupt him. His prosperous gold mine currently netted four wealth daily, two of which went toward maintaining Rubis mercenaries. Adding Metissa to the mix meant he’d need two mines just to break even.
Brandon slapped his forehead. Running a household truly taught one the value of salt and rice.
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