Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 628: I Was an Elf Who Lived One Thousand Years Ago With Trash Talent, but I've Been Revived

Llewellen set aside the dwarven music box, exhaling in a mix of pain and amusement as magic continued to flood into him. He imagined, decades or even centuries from now, someone finding the last recording he’d made. If the dwarves ever came to reclaim this place, or if the elven empire breached in search of something… what was the likelihood of them knowing how it functioned? What was the likelihood it wasn’t tossed aside, or found by someone who had no understanding of its value?

Statistically, quite low.

But it didn’t really matter. There was nothing else for him to do but die, overflowing with magic. He could already feel it cracking free of his body, pushing aside organs in its bid to escape a vessel too small to hold it. He had finally found an A-rank ascension that suited him, yet as if the world was thrusting him back into place, he still lacked sufficient expertise to carry it out without perishing.

There was no pain as he leaned up against the stone walls. He had cut away pain with an improvised spell so that his last moments might be those of peace. There had been so much he had wanted to do. So many problems that he’d intended to solve, so many branches of magic left unexplored. He hadn’t spent his life in vain, despite his shortcomings. Yet it still didn’t feel like enough. The ideas coming to him never ended, but he was to die long before he could put any of them out into the world.

He felt a warm blanket cover him as blood started to escape his body, and when he exhaled, he felt it pour out across his chin. The rising power came to his neck, and then shortly after to his head. Then…

Llewellen was standing, feeling all of his limbs devoid of the sluggish power that had been coursing through them moments before. In abject surprise, he whipped his head about. It was the same room, yet now was covered in blackness that was undoubtedly traces of the magic he’d absorbed. And yet… standing there just ahead of him were three humans, of all things, bathed in blue spell light as they stared at him in wonder.

One of the humans was an old man with yellow teeth and eyes. Another had tan skin with golden tattoos, whose eyes were also yellow. The human in the back was dressed as decadently as the emperors he’d met in the lifetime, and struck quite the tall figure. But upon further inspection, she wasn’t a human—partially hidden behind her long white hair were elven ears. They were considerably less large and sharp than his. They might’ve been of a different heritage.

The woman stepped forward. “Llewellen?”

He flinched when he heard his name from this person he didn’t recognize, then looked around at everything, including his own body. Upon further inspection, this wasn’t his body. Most jarring was the androgyny, as this form lacked any parts denoting sex. But other things were subtly different, too—unrecognizable arms, legs, et cetera.

He had been so resigned to death it was difficult to feel fear, much less process what was going on. But this woman… she knew his name. That meant they all likely knew more, too. He looked at them.

“Am I safe?” He asked.

The woman nodded. “You’re in no danger.”

“I died…” he said with certainty. “…so you must’ve brought me back, somehow.”

The well-dressed woman stepped forward. “You’re right. You’re no longer in any risk of suffering from what afflicted you. I’m Anneliese, Queen of Vasquer. I’m acting on behalf of Argrave, my king. That’s Garm, and the last is Durran.” She put her hand to her silver breastplate. “We hope to bring you out of this place.”

The tattooed man began to speak, saying, “We brought you back to—”

Llewellen. I’m not sure how long ago precisely, but it was at least a

he couldn’t deny things as he saw them. But the passage of time? He couldn’t even begin to imagine how much things could change in one thousand years. The fact

time has passed since I came down here, roughly. The dwarven music box I made is missing. You brought me, in particular, back. Royalty is here

looked surprised at his deductions, scratching his head of black hair. The old man flashed his teeth in

Do you know of Gerechtigkeit?”

man he’d met in his long journeys known only as the Alchemist had mentioned something of the sort.

best explain.” Llewellen

tale has been stolen; if

way.” Anneliese gestured to Durran, then the man gave him clothes. “For now… let’s get headed to the surface. You must

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long story from Anneliese, Llewellen’s head was still spinning as he sat in a chair. Night had come, but this body didn’t need to sleep, so he stayed

only in the slaves, and they

empire’ simply because it had fallen so long ago that

and he’d been dead that entire time. Not just him—every single one of his people had been killed. That woman he’d met was wife to a human king, which was entirely unthinkable in the time he came from. He wasn’t displeased by this development. Llewellen may have been one of the elves, but he had no special

more accurately, made a grin grace his face—was the reason that they had gone through such

his theories… they were of such value to the people of today that they could think of no one else more fitting to help them with the task of creating psychic magic. He wasn’t a particularly joyful person,

chance. They wished for him to have an opportunity to put all of his theories to paper in what time had been given

more than anything… Llewellen wanted to help magic as it had helped him. He wanted to be recognized in the field, remembered forevermore by new acolytes. And now, he was born again. People recognized

“Hey.”

hair, and quite large ears. She looked rather like some people he’d met before. As a matter of fact, it had been within the retreat

told me you came from the ancient elven empire,” she said, studying him with amber

she was a hallucination. Anneliese had said every last one of his kind had been

irritation. “They did allow you

he answered quickly, off-balance by her intensity. “You’re one of

her words

said we had perished,” Llewellen said, half

preserved me, at the price of keeping the knowledge of the imperial family alive. He’s dead now. Argrave

poor communication, he understood her. Llewellen covered his face. “So… we’re the last, then.” He exhaled. It was of such large scope it was difficult to comprehend. “I’m