A Title Magister's Jaw Dropped

Li Ziran's question came so abruptly that Anthony was momentarily unable to react.

In Anthony's view, Li Ziran should have been delighted. More precisely, he should at least have offered some words of thanks.

After all, for any of the Elves, receiving the title of Elven Prince was something they pursued with all their hearts.

"An Elven Prince is, in name, the spouse of the Elven Queen and may be considered a member of the Elven Royal House. Only living beings who have made extraordinary contributions to the Elven Race can receive such glory. Every prince is someone who can come into contact with the Elves' highest mystery—the Life Force," Anfuni explained.

Spouse?

Li Ziran found it baffling. Even if the Elves valued the Embryo trade, there was no need to send over their queen to bind her to him.

"Um, may I ask a private question?"

Anthony nodded, indicating that he could speak.

"There should be more than one such prince, right?" Li Ziran asked cautiously.

"Of course!" Anthony smiled. "Every queen has her own Elven Royal House. To establish her own royal house, she naturally needs more princes."

Li Ziran's expression immediately darkened somewhat. At last, he understood just how awkward this status was.

"Then may I ask one more thing? In Elven history, what was the greatest number of princes one of your queens had?"

Anfuni smiled, somewhat unable to understand why Li Ziran cared about such a question, but she still answered, "The most was the Second Elven Queen, who had 762 princes. The fewest was the Eighth, who had 36. Li, are you dissatisfied with the title of prince?"

Li Ziran shook his head. This was, after all, the Elven Race's sincerity, but he did not like this title in the slightest.

"Anfuni, then how