THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR

Chapter 190 YUE AND LITTY.



The sun hung high above Lysora County, casting a golden glow across the bustling market that sprawled along its renowned coastline. The scent of salt and sizzling seafood filled the air, mingling with the cries of merchants vying for attention. "Get your shell necklace here!" shouted one vendor, his wares gleaming with pearlescent hues under the bright sun. "Steamed horn octopus, get them while they're hot!" called another, the savory aroma wafting toward the sea of people.

Yue, a small petite figure with pointed ears betraying her elven heritage, clutched a bundle of grilled fish, her cheeks puffed out comically as she devoured her spoils. She looked like a mischievous child caught raiding a pantry, much to the exasperation of her daughter, Litty, who tugged at her arm with an indignant glare.

"Mum, stop stuffing yourself!" Litty's voice cut through the market's chaos as she attempted to drag Yue away from temptation. But Yue's wide, sparkling eyes darted to a jewelry stand nearby, enchanted by the glistening trinkets that mirrored the sea's treasures.

"No, you don't," Litty muttered, reading her mother's mind. With a swift motion, she scooped Yue up, much to the astonishment of passersby who saw nothing but a small elf flailing her arms in protest.

"How dare you! Put me down this instant!" Yue's muffled voice rose as she struggled against her daughter's hold, tiny fists beating against Litty's shoulder.

"If you keep this up, I might just stop buying you sweets for a while," Litty warned, her tone firm yet tinged with affection. At that, Yue's defiance faltered. Her wide eyes narrowed, and she puffed her cheeks even more, looking like an adorable, sulking child plotting silent revenge. The promise of lost sweets was too grave a threat to bear.

Navigating through the market's vibrant chaos, Litty maneuvered up a flight of stone stairs that wound their way from the coast up to the heart of the city. The path climbed between ancient buildings with walls stained golden by centuries of sun and salt spray. At the crest, their destination loomed— Valhalla, a branch of the esteemed Adventurers Guild.

Standing sentinel at the entrance was an intricately carved set of doors, imposing in their grandeur. Towering columns flanked each side, spiraling with ornate engravings that depicted scenes of mythical sea battles and tales of brave seafarers who ventured into the abyss and returned with riches.

The polished stone arches above the entrance were a testament to master craftsmanship, woven with patterns of curling waves, intricate vines, and regal sea serpents that seemed to writhe under the shifting light. At the heart of the double doors, wrought-iron panels intertwined like tangled seaweed, forming an elaborate design that mirrored the ever-changing tides of Lysora's vast seas.

Fixed above the doors was a signboard that bore the symbol of the Adventurers Guild—a hat with a sweeping feather pinned jauntily to the side, symbolizing both wisdom and bravery. The feather caught the breeze, giving the illusion that it was quivering with anticipation.

"Finally," Litty sighed, setting Yue down as they stood before the massive doors. For a brief moment, there was a shared pause. Yue gazed up, her earlier rebellion forgotten as the majesty of the entrance washed over her.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Litty remarked, a small smile touching her lips as she noticed her mother's awe.

Yue nodded, her eyes tracing the delicate curves of the carvings that seemed almost alive. "The stories they tell," she whispered, pressing her small palm to the cool metal. The touch grounded her, pulling her out of her usual impishness and into a rare moment of reverence.

Litty's expression softened as she observed her mother's transformation. There was more to Yue than her childlike antics, an echo of a past and wisdom that only revealed itself in quiet moments like these. The commotion of the marketplace below seemed to fade, replaced by the gentle sound of distant waves and the hushed anticipation of what awaited them inside Valhalla.

Taking a deep breath, Litty pushed the heavy doors open, the sound of their groan harmonizing with the murmurs from within. Light spilled into the grand hall, illuminating a space filled with adventurers of all kinds. Their stories, like the carvings on the entrance, were woven into the fabric of the guild—tales of triumph, danger, and uncharted frontiers waiting beyond the horizon.

Yue's eyes sparkled with mischief once more as she looked up at her daughter. "Are you ready?" she asked, a playful grin replacing her moment of solemnity.

Litty chuckled, shaking her head. "For you, always," she replied. And together, they stepped into the heart of the Adventurers Guild, where new stories would begin.

Yue and Litty pushed their way through the bustling heart of Valhalla, the Adventurers Guild. The grand hall was a mosaic of color and noise, where warriors and magicians mingled amidst shouts, laughter, and the hum of urgent conversations.

Towering men with massive swords strapped across their backs exuded a fierce aura, their scars telling stories of battles won and lost. Close by, mages in pointed hats clutched their staffs, arcane runes glowing faintly as if whispering secrets of untamed power. Litty cast quick glances at adventurers who moved like shadows, their attire stitched with the telltale signs of the thief class—daggers glinting under the flickering torchlight.

The atmosphere was a blend of awe and tension, the sharp eyes of seasoned veterans occasionally darting toward Yue and Litty, only to dismiss them as unseasoned newcomers.

A rookie adventurer leading a child-like figure through the hall was not uncommon, but their presence still drew curious glances. Yet, Yue, with her playful energy concealed beneath elven features, stood undaunted. Litty, composed as ever, guided her mother toward their goal, weaving past conversations laden with exaggerated tales and promises of glory.

At last, they reached the reception booth, where a warm voice greeted them, cutting through the din. "

Ad Arcana et Immortalis

," the receptionist said, reciting the Guild's motto, 'To the Mysteries and Immortality,' with a practiced smile.

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The woman behind the counter was striking. Her honey-blonde hair was styled in an elegant braid that cascaded over her shoulder, glistening like spun gold under the ambient light.

Her golden eyes sparkled with intelligence and kindness, a contrast to the rough-and-tumble crowd she served. She wore the Guild's formal uniform—a tailored vest of deep navy, adorned with subtle silver embroidery that shimmered as she moved. A ruffled white blouse peeked from beneath, its sleeves cuffed at her wrists with small bows tied in delicate loops. The golden cravat at her neck added an air of sophistication to her appearance, an accent that matched the soft lilt in her voice.

Yue's eyes widened, the fishy mischief from earlier replaced by curiosity. Litty, on the other hand, offered a polite nod, her expression revealing a mix of exhaustion and resolve. The receptionist's eyes fell on Yue, a flicker of surprise passing over her face before she masked it with professional composure.

"How may I assist you today?" she asked, leaning forward slightly, her demeanor attentive and welcoming. The subtle scent of ink and parchment surrounded her, mingling with the salt from the nearby sea that drifted through the open windows.

Litty spoke up, breaking the brief silence. "We're here to register for the upcoming expedition," she said, her voice steady, though her gaze darted briefly to Yue, who was still enraptured by the intricate embroidery on the receptionist's vest.

"Of course," the receptionist responded, pulling out a heavy, leather-bound tome and an inked quill with a flourish. She turned its worn pages with practised grace, revealing rows of names, titles, and guild marks. "I'll just need your details."

Yue finally snapped out of her reverie, her eyes meeting the receptionist's with a grin that promised more than just innocence. Litty sighed inwardly, bracing herself for whatever her mischievous mother might say next.

"Hey, Missy! Is the wine here as good as they say?" Yue chirped, her voice tinged with mischief. Litty, already dreading the chaos her mother could spark, facepalmed with an audible sigh. The receptionist's eyes darted to the small elf-like woman. Under normal circumstances, a child asking for alcohol would trigger a reprimand, but the subtle point of Yue's ears hinted at her true age, prompting the receptionist to answer with a friendly smile.

"Yes, it's quite popular," she replied, her tone warm yet professional. Before Yue could follow up with any more questionable inquiries, Litty stepped forward, cutting her mother off. "you asked about details," she said, hoping to redirect the conversation before Yue's antics got out of hand.

The receptionist blinked, her expression softening as realization dawned. "Ah, of course. Are you already registered with the guild?" she asked, glancing between them. Litty nodded briskly. "Yes, we are."

"Perfect!" The receptionist retrieved two small leather-bound cards and handed them over. The moment their fingers touched the cards, a soft glow emanated from the enchanted items, illuminating ancient runes that danced across their surfaces. The inscriptions pulsed, imprinting both Yue's and Litty's details in a language older than time. Simultaneously, the magical quill on the receptionist's ledger began scribbling their information in elegant, sweeping strokes.

The receptionist's eyes flitted to Litty's card first. "D-class adventurer," she read aloud, nodding as the status of rookie warrior matched her expectations. Her gaze shifted to Yue's card, and the friendly smile transformed into one of pure astonishment. "Heavens!" she gasped, nearly dropping the ledger. Her eyes widened as she beheld the title emblazoned upon the card:

S-class Alchemist

.

The air around the reception desk thickened with whispers. Adventurers lounging nearby exchanged glances, some muttering incredulously, others inching closer to catch a glimpse. An S-class ranking was rare, almost mythical, a title that could change the dynamic of any guild. Yue, blissfully oblivious, merely tilted her head, amused by the sudden stir. Litty, however, felt the weight of those murmurs pressing down on them. It wasn't admiration that filled the room—it was curiosity laced with envy.

"Welcome to Valhalla," the receptionist said, barely masking the awe in her voice.


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