Brand New Life Online: Rise Of The Goddess Of Harvest

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“T-This is amazing, you can make so many of these Elixirs so easily?! But even then, they’re so valuable! Are you sure you will just gift them to me, Elayne?” Cinnamon asked.

“Yeah don’t worry, I can make these easily, so I got a lot,” Elayne shrugged. “They aren’t as strong as actual Elixirs from Arcadia, but they’re a fine approximation, and their energizing effects are the real deal.”

“T-Thanks, everyone will love these, truth be told,” she nodded. “I was wondering, if you can make them so easily… you could perhaps sell them to us? They not only seem to energize us, but also it restores exhaustion, as if we had already slept… coffee or sugar simply can’t restore lost hours of sleep, but your elixirs can, somehow…”

“Oh yeah, but they won’t work after a few more,” said Elayne. “You will eventually need to sleep, Cinnamon, don’t neglect something so important, okay? And… yes, I can sell them! I can produce a few every day. Once I got a big enough stock, we can start doing business.”

“Oh yes, please, we would gladly do business with you,” Cinnamon already seemed addicted to the energy elixirs that Elayne had created casually. “I think you could harbor a great fortune if you sell them. But you would first need to start a business, a company here. Perhaps you might have to first negotiate with the Goblin Guild, they handle all sorts of economic affairs and are connected to the King’s Treasury.”

“Goblins? Wait they aren’t monsters?” Mark was confused.

“Monsters?! Goblins are a species of Fae, the same as us… Well, they can be rather… some might be unpleasant, but they’re citizens of Avalon. Maybe there’s some bad history with them, they’re part of “Dark Fairies” which are slightly “twisted” fae, but they are still spiritual beings,” explained Cinnamon. “There are still some of their barbarian tribes living in the Farther Wild Lands, but their existence does not mean that the Goblins we share a society with are savages… there’s still a lot of prejudice even then, so I hope you can be understanding and not… well, racist about them.”

“I-I’ll do my best, it’s just surprising, in Arcadia Goblins are just monsters…” Elayne said. “Or… well, you can also choose to be a goblin player, I guess. It depends on a lot of factors, I suppose. Civilized goblins and barbarian goblins… Anyway, thanks for the info! See ya!”

“Hm, please have a good night,” Cinnamon nodded, as she flew down with the bottles, sharing them with everyone as Elayne dropped the five hundred corpses and walked away with a big bag of coins in her purse. “Alright Mark, let’s spend this fortune!”

“We could try a new restaurant,” nodded Mark. “Let’s go Kat.”

“Y-Yes!” Kat nodded, looking at Cinnamon and the rest working. “People of the Fairy Guild are sure hard workers… it almost feels like they’re addicted to working…”

“Hahaha, well, despite all our differences, they aren’t too different than humans then,” Mark laughed cheerfully. “Right?”

“Yeah, humans tend to also become addicted with working, enslaving ourselves…” Elayne sighed. “But well, that’s just something that happens. Let’s enjoy this night.”

Like that, Elayne and her family and friends shared an amazing night eating all kinds of wonderful meals and enjoying the culture and society of the Kingdom of Avalon. In the restaurants they visited, they happened to see one of these “civilized goblins” and they were much different than the ones from Arcadia, with cuter appearances, slightly similar to Brownies, although males still had their pointy noses, while females were characterized for having very big, pointy ears.

After that, everyone’s first day in Avalon went by, and within the Capital of Avalon, the King of all Fairies sat lazily over his throne, glancing at the moonlight with eyes filled with contempt, there was a hint of melancholy in them, and also of boredom and exhaustion.

“Your majesty, there’s a new report from the Fairy Guild! We’ve found out the origin behind the recent Monster Waves!” A Fairy wearing golden armor flew to his side. He looked rather old compared to every other fairy, with short gray hair and even a beard, he also looked slightly larger and muscular, resembling a seasoned, powerful old man knight, he even had a cross-shaped scar on his forehead. He was Oberon’s most trusted aide, the Knight Commander of the Holy Fairy Knights Order, Esperanto.

“Hmm? Esperanto?” Oberon’s eyebrows raised with surprise. “Really? What is it?”

“Well…” the fairy knight explained to Oberon what he had been told, giving him the letter explaining everything as well.

Oberon’s disinterested, bored expression slowly changed, his eyes widening in disbelief at what he was reading. Another world, a demon king of death, undead, corruption crystals, and an invasion through gates, similar to the one Earth was now suffering!

He learned about the so-called demon king of death, the invasions, the undead, and their corruption crystals, and how the samples had been moved to the Wizard Spire, where his son Merlin was analyzing the components right now.

“T-This is… Hahaha… I really didn’t expect that one!” He was shocked, but Oberon ended up laughing at the entire thing, his usual personality of never taking things too seriously oozed out of him. He was always a laid-back King, despite how strong he could be. “To think there would be a fool that would attempt to invade my home again… When was the last time an idiot attempted that?”

“Approximately seven hundred years ago, your majesty, when the forces of the Tartarus, led by the powerful Titan of Darkness, Erebus, attempted to invade our land and let the abyss consume it all,” the Knight Commander said with his gruffy, manly voice. “Naturally, that didn’t work! They didn’t even make it past the Fortress City of the North! Hmph!”

“Heh, there’s always a slightly stronger fellow out there, thinking they can do anything they want to my home, just because we’re nice people that don’t like bothering anybody else,” Oberon grew annoyed, smiling while furrowing his eyebrows, showing a glance of his true self. “Prepare everything for a war. We will not have mercy on invaders.”

“Yes, your majesty!” Esperanto said while flying away.

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