"Everyone, come and witness this beautiful, magical, and noble little creature!" Gortai cheered loudly.
The appearance of the Thorn Sprite wasn't particularly impressive. In fact, the sleepy little creature completely ignored the nobles, simply sitting on Liszt's shoulder and dozing off.
It's a newborn, full of curiosity about everything. It stayed up very late yesterday and seemed a little tired.
But this did not stop the nobles from praising the Thorn Sprite with loud applause. At the same time, they cast envious, jealous, admiring, and longing glances at Liszt and the Little Elf on his shoulder.
The applause clearly disturbed the Thorn Sprite.
It suddenly took flight, glared at the clapping crowd, made a fierce expression, waved its fists, and yelled, "Woo-wah, woo-wah, woo-wah!"
This clearly didn't intimidate anyone, and everyone applauded even more enthusiastically.
The lively Little Elf are clearly more pleasing to the eye than the dozing Little Elf.
"It's so beautiful."
"Beautiful little creatures."
"I can almost see it gleaming with the light of gold coins."
" The Knight's Glory favors the Tulip Family; Baron Liszt has inherited the earl's nobility!"
"Extremely beautiful, just as lovely as the Little Elf of Tulip Castle."
Seeing that its intimidation had no effect, and that the humans were still chattering away, the Thorn Sprite flew into a rage. It suddenly stretched out its pink little fist, opened its chubby little palm, and cried out, "Whoa!"
Several flashes of light appeared.
It flew towards the crowd.
The light quickly spread to the clothes of many people, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, tender green buds sprouted and began to grow and spread branches.
"Oh my God!"
"The seeds were sown by the elves!"
" The Thorn Sprite scattered seeds on our clothes!"
The nobles hurriedly stood up, brushing the buds off their clothes, and the entire banquet fell into chaos.
Just then, Liszt suddenly spoke up, "Stop, little one!" Instantly, the Thorn Sprite pouted and reluctantly flew back, landing once more on Liszt's shoulder.
The tender shoots on the nobles' clothes also stopped growing.
They slapped and tore it off with their hands.
It was patted clean in no time.
Because she was so close to Liszt, Lady Penelope wasn't sown with seeds. Looking at the Little Elf, she chuckled and said, "Mischievous little fellow, reminds me of the Earl's Little Elf; some of them are just as mischievous as this."
"I like these Little Elf; they're wilder and more ambitious," Lvera added. A few seeds had been scattered on her clothes, but she quickly brushed them off without tearing them.
"If I had a Little Elf, I'd be happy to be teased by it every day," said a Baron from North Valley City, straightening his collar.
" The Little Elf wouldn't play tricks on its owner; it just likes to play."
"Its playfulness shows that it is full of energy."
Liszt and the others straightened their clothes, sat down again, and then offered a half-hearted apology with a smile, "I'm sorry, it's only just been born, and it's still a bit temperamental about being disturbed by strangers. I've already restrained it, please forget about the prank we just played, and let's continue the banquet."
The nobles all expressed that they did not mind.
Whether or not you truly don't mind is not important.
Gortai cleared his throat and continued hosting the celebration, "Our mischievous protagonist, as you have all seen, is undoubtedly a lively Little Elf, a treasure bestowed upon Flower Town and Liszt Baron the Knight's Glory!"
"So, what is it called?" a noblewoman suddenly asked.
"What's its name...?" Gortai asked, looking at Liszt.
Liszt continued the conversation, "Its name is Zyra, a name that signifies—the rise of Bramble, the flourishing of Bramble, which began with it."
" Zyra?"
People pondered the meaning of the name.
"A good name, it perfectly matches the temperament of the Thorn Sprite."
"Not bad, it's a good name, just a bit too feminine. But Little Elf don't have genders, so any name is fine."
" Zyra, is that how it's written... Zyra, it's strange Snake Script, but it's very interesting. It's a name full of charm."
Everyone thought the name was good, even if they secretly thought it sounded bad, they would still outwardly agree.
Only Lady Penelope complained, " Zyra? That sounds like a name like Marie or Melissa, Liszt. Can't we give it a different name?"
Lady Mary, sitting next to her, gave an awkward yet polite smile.
Liszt was also embarrassed. Melissa was his mother, and this grandmother really didn't give him any face. He could only say, "Grandmother, Zyra likes her name."
"Whoa!"
The Thorn Sprite, sensing Liszt's call in its heart, called out to him.
"If you like it, that's fine." Lady Penelope didn't insist; perhaps she just wanted to take the opportunity to express her own opinion.
The arrival of Zyra, the Thorn Sprite, enhanced the festive atmosphere.
It was almost time for dinner, so after Carter asked for permission, he signaled to the valet to serve drinks, pouring each guest a glass of red wine or fruit wine.
Liszt picked up the glass of red wine in front of him, looked around, and slowly began, "Thank you all for coming to the Flower Town Little Elf Birth Celebration... Everyone knows what the birth of Little Elf means, especially Little Elf with a magic potion behind them... My father and brother are already on the battlefield, continuing the glory of the Tulip Family."
The nobles looked at the young, handsome Baron.
Listen attentively.
Liszt's oratory skills were mediocre, and he lacked literary flair. He was simply sending a signal. "I, Liszt Tulip, as a descendant of the Tulip Family, am protected by the family and hope and must bring glory to the family!"
He paused.
He raised his voice. " Flower Town is just a small town, but with the Thorn Sprite, the Black Tulip, the Flame Mushroom, and the Fast-Growing Magic Thorns, anything is possible. And I will recruit a group of followers to help me govern Flower Town and form a knightly army to charge into battle!"
I thought about it.
He added, " Flower Town has the capability to seize glory from the battlefield. Do you all see that Violent Earth Dog at the castle gate? It... ate the Bloodline Fruit and has evolved into a mid-level magical beast! And it is utterly loyal to me; it will become my most important partner on the battlefield!"
Intermediate-level Warcraft!
This is the first time Liszt has publicly revealed Dousen's bloodline level.
In an instant, he heard the nobles sitting around the table gasp in astonishment. It was a common understanding that a mid-level magical beast was not as valuable as a Little Elf. However, if the magical beast existed as a pet, that was a different story.
Equivalent to at least half Sky Knight, a veritable weapon of war!
The importance of such a mid-level magical beast is now almost comparable to that of Little Elf.
" Dousen is a mid-level magical beast?" Lvera exclaimed in disbelief, then breathed a long sigh of relief. The humiliation she felt at being insulted by a mid-level magical beast had silently dissipated.