Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz) - Part 1 (Chapters 1 to 200)

Chapter 137: E-Rantel

After a brief rest, the group left the tavern and headed towards E-Rantel. A female elf with a purplewood recurve bow led the way.

To be fair, she wasn't a bad person at heart. She knew that the girl taken by the Death Knight was not in mortal danger, so she stopped Franco from his "heroic intervention," preventing a potential clash between the three adventurers and the Death Knight on the territory of the Sorcerer Kingdom.

Like most elves, she was tall and slender, her long legs wrapped in snug, emerald-green leather pants that highlighted her graceful curves. Franco's eyes were glued to her figure as they walked. After a few moments, the ever-lecherous mage finally gave in and approached her with a grin.

Surprisingly, they hit it off right away. A faint, playful smile tugged at the corners of the elf's lips. Franco turned back to Barret and EeDeChi, grinning. "It's all set. This lovely lady from the Elf Country has agreed to be our guide."

"When did we ever say we needed a guide?" EeDeChi muttered to Barret, keeping her voice low. Since she was disguised as a male adventurer, it wouldn't do for anyone to catch on.

"This is just Franco looking for an excuse to flirt," Barret replied with a smirk. "Still, having a guide in a place like E-Rantel isn't the worst idea." He gave a small nod of agreement.

Franco, ever the generous spender when it came to women, pulled out his own coin pouch and handed the "guide" twenty gold coins.

The elf introduced herself as Vaelynn Seraphina, hailing from the Elf Country bordering the Slane Theocracy. At sixty years old, under the guidance of a druid, she became a ranger and left her homeland to travel and adventure across the world. It has now been twenty-six years since she last returned home.

That meant Vaelynn was now seventy-six years old. For humans, that would be old and frail, but for elves—who lived for centuries—she was in her prime, full of energy and life.

Vaelynn Seraphina had come to E-Rantel to sell a few rare treasures she had acquired. She had been to the city more than a dozen times. Though she never settled there, she knew its streets and secrets as well as any local.

"Miss Seraphina, you and I actually share a bit of a connection. I happen to have a quarter of elven blood in me, so I've always admired the greatness of your people..." Franco began, his voice smooth as silk.

Vaelynn didn't mind Franco's charming chatter. Unlike most elves, she was open, carefree, and unrestrained. After twenty-six years of wandering the human world, she had shed the refined, aloof nature of her kin and embraced a wilder, more untamed spirit.

She often joked that if she ever returned to the Elf Country, the forest-dwelling elves would probably turn up their noses at her.

"Is E-Rantel really as amazing as they say?" Barret asked.

"Well..." Vaelynn's expression shifted slightly, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "In my twenty-six years of traveling, E-Rantel is, without a doubt, the most extravagant city I've ever set foot in. Perhaps only the legendary capital of the Eight Greed Kings could compare. The people here live in comfort and prosperity, and the security is unmatched—the crime rate is so low it's practically nonexistent."

Then, with a mischievous smile, she added, "But whether that's the whole truth... well, you'll see soon enough."

Vaelynn's expression hardened in an instant. "Listen carefully. There are three rules you must follow. First, do not say a single bad word about the Sorcerer Kingdom. Not even a whisper.

"Second, do not speak the ruler's name. The only acceptable title is the Supreme One, Lord Ainz.

"Third, no fighting and no magic. Barret, secure your sword. Franco, stow your staff."