Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 100: [Side Story]: Necro and The Elves.

[Necro’s POV]

[Sand forest town.]

’It’s quiet in here.’

Necro thought as he looked around the place, four mimickers walking behind him.

The afternoon sun cast a soft light over the quiet town nestled between the Sylvan kingdom and Krivos.

The buildings were low, mostly wooden, with pointed roofs that hinted at a mixture of elf and human craftsmanship.

He walked through the main street beside a tall elf woman with green hair, the one Velyrian had suggested accompany him.

’Lady Aavana.....’

Necro thought, shifting his focus somewhere else.

Even though she was a beautiful woman, Necro had no thoughts about her.

Despite their abilities to mimic anything and anyone, there is one thing that they don’t have.

The ability to love or even mimic it.

Their loyalty lay only to their master and nothing else.

’Still, I wonder if master would like her.’

Necro pushed away those thoughts as he focused on the task at hand.

After Akamir had given him the location, Necro didn’t waste any time to reach the place.

He left the company in Vesha’s hands and rushed to Sand forest town.

True to what Velyrian said, she did contact the elves and half a day later they were here to check the authenticity of the spirit herbs.

’It’s good that master sent us a few samples beforehand.’

Necro thought as they moved out of the main streets.

’I still need to make sure I complete his task flawlessly.’

Aavana slowed down her steps as she glanced at him.

Necro stayed a step behind, letting her lead. He wasn’t here to draw attention anyway.

Yet....

Necro clearly saw the disgusted look she was giving to him.

"Is there something about me you don’t like?" he asked directly, catching her off guard.

"Pardon?" She blinked. "Oh, it’s nothing like that..."

"You can be honest, miss." he replied with a soft smile on his face. "Is it because of the previous wars?"

When two races with different cultures and traditions live in such close areas, conflicts are inevitable.

And humans and elves were no different.

In the past few centuries, there have been countless small- and large-scale wars between them.

Needless to say, elves of Sylvan kingdom never liked humans who always initiated it.

"It’s not that..." Aavana said, glancing at him. "Don’t take my words to heart but you guys smell bad."

The smile on Necro’s face twitched.

"Ah, I see." he said, taking a step back.

’Maybe it’s because we are mimickers.’

He thought, guessing the reason behind the smell.

Elves are well known for being close to nature so it’s not hard for them to find something isn’t right with them.

’Still, it doesn’t matter as long as we don’t give away who we are.’

The inn they were headed to stood at the far end of the town.

It was cleaner than the others they had passed, with ivy crawling up one side of its frame and a small wooden sign swinging gently in the breeze.

A guard stood outside the door but didn’t stop them.

He gave a small nod to the elf, who returned it without a word.

She looked back at him. "They asked for only you."

Necro nodded and looked back at the others. "Stay here."

Aavana walked in and he followed her inside.

The hall room was dim, lit by a single lantern hanging from a rafter.

Three elves sat at a round table near the back wall.

They looked up as the two entered.

One of them was older than the others, with thin strands of white hair.

His eyes lingered on Necro before shifting to the silver-haired elf.

She gave a slight bow. "This is the one I told you about."

Necro stepped forward, reaching into the satchel at his side.

From it, he pulled out a small cloth bundle.

He set it on the table and unfolded it slowly, revealing five slender leaves of spirit herbs.

The older elf leaned in slightly.

"These are spirit herbs," Necro said. "You can use any method to determine their authenticity."

The elf at the front didn’t respond right away.

He glanced at the others beside him, then reached out. "May I?"

Necro gave a nod.

The old elf picked up one of the leaves carefully and turned it over between his fingers.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the slight crackle of the lantern’s flame.

"Interesting," the elf muttered.

He brought the leaf closer to his face, then pressed it gently between his palms.

After a moment, he opened them and let out a quiet breath. "It’s real."

The other two elves shifted slightly, their eyes narrowing with curiosity.

"I haven’t seen spirit herbs in decades," the old alchemist said. "And never in this condition... they’re fresh. Very fresh."

Necro folded his arms. "They were harvested two days ago."

"That would explain it." The elf placed the leaf back down on the cloth and looked at Necro properly for the first time. "You understand what you’ve brought here, don’t you?"

Necro nodded. "I know, but I would still let you tell me."

The alchemist gave a short laugh. "To the right buyer, each leaf would fetch ten gold coins. Maybe more if sold to the right buyer."

The silver-haired elf said nothing, but Necro could tell she was watching both sides carefully.

The older elf leaned back in his chair, hands resting on his knees. "How much for them? I would like to show these to my empress."

There was a brief pause.

Necro met his gaze before he slid the leaves towards him. "Think of them as a token of friendship."

The old man didn’t speak, but he didn’t dismiss the offer either.

He slowly stood up from his seat. "I will pass them to our king right away."

Necro glanced at the silver-haired elf, who gave a barely noticeable nod.

He took a step back. "Then I will await further negotiations."

The old elf smiled. "It won’t be long before we buy everything you have."

Necro smiled. "I hope so."

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[Sylvan kingdom]

In the heart of the biggest kingdom by land in the Vyrinthia Continent.

The enormous World Tree that touched the sky looked over the kingdom.

Its branches glowing in a gentle light of gold that dimmed and burned like the tree was breathing.

At the base of the tree was a palace that stretched for kilometres in size.

Some parts were carved directly into the tree’s outer bark while others stretched across bridges of woven vine and wood.

Inside one such hall, light spilled through leafy gaps in the ceiling.

A young elven man walked through the empty corridor.

His hand clenching on a box that had just arrived.

...The box that held the spirit herbs.

The young man’s features were anything but ordinary.

He was young by elven standards, likely not even two centuries old.

His long white hair was tied back in a loose knot, and his robe, though not overly ornate, bore the crest of the royal family.

His golden eyes had a faint hint of anger in them that he couldn’t hide.

He was the Royal Advisor of Elves and one of the strongest elves.

Lewin Anthris Faelor.

At the far end of the hallway, two guards stepped aside as he approached.

They simply bowed as he passed, letting the doors ahead of him swing open.

On the other side was a heavy chamber wall made of the strongest metal the elves have.

Lewin immediately bowed in front of the black door.

"Your Majesty." he said, his voice low. "I have brought the samples."

On the other side of the door was a woman wearing a full set of clothes that covered her entire body.

Nothing of her skin was revealed even though there was a heavy door hiding her. freёnovelkiss.com

Due to the curse she was carrying, anyone who looked at her was destined to lose their mind.

She was the empress of the Elves.

Seraphina Lilith Sylvan.

Her low yet eternal genderless voice echoed within the room. "Pass it to me."

Lewin stood up and slid the box inside a small opening.

Lewin watched the box disappear through the opening.

The mechanism clicked shut behind it.

He waited silently, hands behind his back, while the soft sound of movement echoed faintly from the other side.

Moments passed before her voice returned, calm, steady, and cold.

"Spirit herbs... from Krivos?"

Lewin nodded, though he knew she couldn’t see him. "Yes, Your Majesty. From the one company that was rumoured to find them."

There was a pause in his voice.

"They were harvested recently," he added. "Two days ago, no more."

"Strange," the Empress said. "Krivos never had such herbs. Not in centuries."

Lewin hesitated. "They may have found a new location. Or perhaps... rediscovered an old one."

Another long silence stretched between them.

Lewin kept his posture still.

When her voice came again, it held a thoughtful tone. "Ten gold coins per leaf. They must be aware of its worth. Yet they gave it for free."

"A token of friendship," Lewin repeated flatly.

There was a faint, almost imperceptible sound—like the Empress had chuckled. "Friendship. From humans?"

Lewin’s heart trembled at her chuckle. He quickly got a hold of his breathing.

"I have a suggestion, my lady." he said, looking at the wall.

"Go on."

"We should send some spies and get the company details." he said, his voice cold. "It would be better if we kill everyone and take—."

"We are not doing anything like that." the Empress replied coldly. "I am not greedy enough."

Lewin bowed his head immediately. "Then forgive me for my words."

"Give them the price they are asking after some negotiating." Her order was immediate. "Make sure we have a clean and healthy trade."

"As you wish, my lady." he replied, nodding his head.

"I will be keeping the herbs." she continued. "You can go now."

Lewin bowed once again and walked out of the room.

"Lewin."

But before he could walk out, she called him.

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"The one who suggested them." Her voice remained barely audible. "It was Velyrian, right?"

"...Yes."

There was a pause.

The Empress said nothing after that.

Lewin bowed once again and walked out of the place.

And just when he was sure he was out of her range.

"FUCK."

Lewin screamed at the top of his lungs.

"WHAT IS THAT STUPID PRINCE EVEN DOING!?"

He drew in deep breaths to calm himself down.

"Ranjin!"

Lewin yelled, and a man was bowing at his feet.

"Master." he said.

"Do whatever you want!" he barked, glaring at the man.

"Go to whatever means necessary, I want that company under my control!!"

Ranjin bowed deeply. "It will be done, master."

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[A/n: I plan to write more side stories as story progresses.

If you have any suggestions or if you want any specific side story, please let me know in the comments.]