John had never handled money. He had no interest in it.
As an Alchemist, he had the power to turn stone into gold.
Gold was valuable on most planets.
The Elven realm of Alfheim was one such place.
Those beautiful Elves loved bright, pure things like that.
Sometimes, the biggest difference between Dragons and Elves was merely their appearance.
Both had long lifespans and unusual constitutions, and both loved shiny things.
The difference was that Elves liked beautiful, ornate things, while Dragons liked things that glittered.
The Elven Sage agreed to John's request after all.
As an Elven Sage serving the Queen, he knew full well that saving her life was the most urgent matter.
Alfheim was close to Vanaheim, but it actually had some ties to the Dark Elves as well.
War had once erupted between the light-loving Elves of Alfheim and the darkness-loving Dark Elves.
It was the very war in which Odin's father, Bor, had fought.
Alfheim had taken part as well.
Only the resistance of their own kind, combined with Asgard's assault, had crushed the Dark Elves' ambition to engulf the universe in darkness when they were at the height of their power.
After the Dark Elves' defeat, some of them had ended up in Alfheim.
The Elven Sages had once discussed whether the abnormalities in the Magic Power Spring might have been caused by the arrival of the Dark Elves.
Now, the spaceship was traveling through space.
John lay on a lounge chair wearing sunglasses, while Paluru worked hard.
Several Elves were diligently working inside the spaceship.
The Elven Sage looked as though he was questioning his entire existence. How had he become the driver?
He piloted the Silver Hand 2017 toward Alfheim.
Like a pampered lord, John had scarcely shown his face since finding