"This time, we really have you to thank, Landen. Otherwise, that spider would have torn Yavenni to pieces by now."
On the summit of East Pillar Mountain, Prince Stuart said to Landen.
"Of course, my thanks just now were as a father. As a prince of the Empire, I have even more to thank you for." Stuart smiled. "Before I came, dozens of Legends had already approached me, hoping to get their children into the Elf Knights. Even the commander of the Imperial Capital Knights tried to curry favor with me."
Just yesterday, sixty members of the Elf Knights had returned to the Imperial Capital with rare light-element Magic Plants and magical beasts. They had once been outcasts among the Elf-descendants in the Imperial Capital. They never socialized, buried themselves in novels, and some had nearly forgotten even how to draw a bow, a gift of their race.
But this time, they could hold their heads high among their families and calmly say, "We just wiped out a magical beast Demigod and reclaimed clan lands that had been occupied by magical beasts for hundreds of years."
Some of them had even replanted light-element Magic Vines along the outer walls of their castles. These glowing vines made the castles into a kind of attraction.
Combined with the fact that the Golden Begonia Clan's current Legendary leader had come to the Imperial Capital first thing in the morning to offer her thanks, Yavenni Golden Moon's unit had become the most celebrated force in centuries.
The spoils they brought back also made the great nobles realize that this was not a unit reliant solely on royal subsidies. It could support itself and even earn vast amounts of military merit, spoils, and favors.
For instance, to thank the High-Ranks who had helped rescue the