Later that afternoon, the gate guards raised the alarm.
Dark elves were approaching — not in force, but openly. A small delegation of six. No weapons drawn. No ambush formation.
At the front walked Delva Celebrían.
Tall. Elegant. Long purple hair flowed down her back like a dark waterfall. Golden eyes sharp and assessing. Her dark cape billowed behind her as she moved. Revealing armor hugged her busty figure — black and crimson accents, thigh-highs, and a commanding presence that made the air feel heavier.
Elda walked beside her, massive axe resting casually on her shoulder. Misery Stentrem trailed a step behind, blonde-pink hair swaying, slingshot swimsuit barely containing her curves, purple eyes gleaming with curiosity.
Teru stood at the barrier with Firis on his right, Evelyn on his left, and Nol perched on a nearby rock. Lucie waited a little further back.
The dark elves stopped just outside the barrier.
Delva's golden eyes locked onto Teru immediately.
"So you're the one they call the savior."
Her voice was smooth, confident, with an edge of challenge.
Teru met her gaze evenly.
"Teru. And you're Delva Celebrían."
Delva's lips curved into a small, calculating smile.
"You know my name. Good. Then you also know why I'm here."
She gestured at the glowing Holy Tree visible in the distance.
"The tree is healing. Faster than it should. Evelyn says you're the reason. She also says you killed orcs to protect her — without demanding anything in return."
Evelyn stepped forward slightly.
"It's true. He didn't use any drugs. Didn't force me. He just… helped."
Delva studied Teru for a long moment. Her eyes flicked to the red spear on his back, then to the white-silver armor with blue accents.
"You don't act like the heroes in the old stories. They came for power and pleasure. You… seem different."
Teru shrugged lightly.
"I'm not here to drain anyone. I'm here to fix the tree. Permanently. No more war between light and dark elves. No more desperate raids. Both sides survive. Both sides thrive."
Delva raised an eyebrow.
"Bold words. How do you plan to do that?"
Teru gestured toward the village.
"Come inside. No weapons. No tricks. We talk. I'll show you what I've already done. The tree's mana is stabilizing. New growth is happening. And I have plans to make it permanent — without turning anyone into a breeding slave."
Misery leaned forward, purple eyes sparkling with interest.
"And what about the fun part? The savior is supposed to… fill us."
Teru smirked faintly.
"If you want it, and it's mutual, that can happen. But it's not the only thing. Not the main thing. Consent. Real bonds. Not potions. Not force."
Elda grinned, axe shifting on her shoulder.
"I like him. He talks straight."
Delva was silent for a few seconds. Then she nodded once.
"Very well. We accept your invitation."
The barrier shimmered and opened just enough for them to pass.
Delva stepped through first. The others followed.
As she passed Teru, she paused briefly.
"If you're lying… I will not be gentle."
Teru met her eyes.
"I'm not."
Delva continued forward. A faint, intrigued smile touched her lips.
The dark elves were inside the village now.
Not as enemies.
Not yet as allies.
But talking.
The real conversation was about to begin.
Teru watched them go, then turned to his group.
"Let's see how this plays out."
Firis muttered beside him.
"She's proud. But she listened."
Evelyn nodded.
"That's more than I expected."
Nol hopped down from her rock.
"Time to talk big words and show results."
Teru started walking after the delegation.
The village square waited.
The meeting was on.
And for the first time in centuries, light and dark elves were in the same space without drawing weapons.
It was a start.
The dark elves moved cautiously through the village.
Delva walked at the front, golden eyes scanning every shadow, every movement. Her hand stayed near the dagger at her hip. Elda gripped her massive axe tighter than usual. Misery trailed behind, purple eyes flicking left and right, but with far more curiosity than tension.
They had expected an ambush. Traps. Hostile glares.
Instead… nothing.
High elves watched them pass. Some curious. Some wary. But no one raised a weapon. No one shouted insults. A few even nodded politely.
Misery suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her purple eyes locked onto a strange object hanging from a tree branch near one of the houses — a small glass bulb with thin wires inside, glowing with a soft, steady white light.
"Oh my~ What's that?"
Teru, walking a few steps ahead with Firis and Evelyn, turned back.
"That's a light bulb."
Misery tilted her head, long blonde-pink hair swaying.
"What's a light bulb?"
Teru stopped. Looked at the glowing prototype.
"Something from my world. It makes light without fire. No smoke. No wood. Just… electricity. Or in this case, we're trying to make it run on mana."
Misery stepped closer. Reached out but didn't touch it. Her slingshot swimsuit shifted as she leaned in, massive breasts nearly brushing the glass.
"It's so steady… and bright. No flickering. No smell."
Delva stopped beside her. Golden eyes narrowed at the bulb, then at Teru.
"You brought this… technology here?"
Teru nodded.
"Yeah. Started small. Lights first. Then tools that make food easier. Communication devices later. The elves are learning fast. They're already figuring out how to combine it with their magic."
Elda let out a low whistle.
"No fire. No smoke. That would change night patrols completely."
Misery's lips curved into a playful smile as she looked at Teru.
"And you just… gave this to them? For free?"
Teru shrugged.
"Not for free. For everyone. High elves, dark elves — doesn't matter. If it makes life better and helps the tree stay strong, it's worth it."
Delva studied him for a long moment. Her expression was unreadable.
"You speak like someone who actually believes that."
Teru met her gaze.
"Because I do."
The group kept walking. The dark elves stayed close together, but the tension in their shoulders had eased slightly.
They passed another small group of elves testing a crude mana-powered fan — spinning slowly, creating a gentle breeze. A few children were laughing as they ran through the airflow.
Misery watched them. Her usual seductive smirk softened for a second.
"…This place feels different from what we heard."
Evelyn, walking beside Teru, spoke quietly.
"It is different. Because of him."
Delva didn't reply. But her eyes kept flicking to the glowing light bulbs, the working prototypes, the peaceful atmosphere.
They reached the central square.
Nol was waiting on the raised platform, staff in hand. Lucie stood beside her, looking nervous but determined.
Nol hopped forward with a big grin.
"Welcome, dark elves. No fighting today. Just talk. And maybe tea."
Delva stopped at the edge of the platform. Looked up at the Holy Tree looming behind them — noticeably brighter than it had been even a week ago.
She turned to Teru.
"Show me what you've really done here. No pretty words. Proof."
Teru nodded.
"Fair."
He gestured toward the tree.
"Let's start there."
The dark elves followed.
The tension was still there — thick, unspoken.
But for the first time in years, light and dark elves were standing in the same space without weapons drawn.
It was fragile.
But it was a beginning.
Teru walked ahead.
The group moved toward the central square where several working prototypes were set up on tables under a large tree.
Teru stopped in front of the first one — a simple mana-powered light bulb hanging from a branch. It glowed with a steady, soft white light.
"This is a light bulb," he explained. "In my world, it runs on electricity. Here, we're using mana instead. The elves figured out how to channel the tree's energy into a small crystal inside the glass. No fire, no smoke, no oil. Just steady light that lasts for hours."
Delva stared at it. Her golden eyes narrowed slightly, but she couldn't hide the spark of interest.
"No fuel? No maintenance?"
"Not much," Teru said. "The crystal needs to be recharged every few days with mana from the tree or a mage. But it's way easier than torches or lanterns."
Misery leaned in close, her massive breasts nearly brushing the glass as she examined it.
"So pretty… and useful. No more stumbling in the dark during night raids."
Elda snorted. "Or burning down tents by accident."
Teru moved to the next table. A small box-like device with a handle and blades inside.
"This is a blender. You put fruit or vegetables in here, close the lid, and it spins fast to turn them into juice or paste. No hand-chopping for hours. Saves time and effort."
He dropped a few apples inside, closed it, and pressed the mana-activated rune on the side. The blades whirred to life with a low hum. In seconds, the apples became smooth juice.
Teru poured some into a cup and offered it to Delva.
She took it cautiously. Sipped. Her eyebrows rose slightly.
"…Sweet. Smooth. Fast."
Evelyn smiled beside him.
"It's really helpful in the kitchens. Less waste, less work."
Delva handed the cup back. Her expression was still guarded, but less hostile.
"You're teaching them how to make these?"
Teru nodded.
"They're learning the science behind it — physics, basic circuits, energy flow. Then we combine it with their magic. The elves pick it up stupidly fast. They're already improving the designs."
Misery twirled a strand of her blonde-pink hair, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"So the savior isn't just good with his spear… he brings toys too."
Teru ignored the double meaning.
"Practical tools first. Lights. Food prep. Water heating. Then communication devices — like phones, so villages can talk without sending messengers for days."
Delva crossed her arms. Her purple hair shifted as she looked around at the working elves.
"You're changing things quickly. The high elves seem… happy. Not desperate."
Teru met her eyes.
"Because they don't have to be desperate anymore. The tree is healing. No more fighting over who gets the savior's attention. Everyone benefits."
Elda shifted her axe on her shoulder.
"Delva… he's not lying. I saw the tree glowing from the border. And Evelyn looks unharmed."
Delva was quiet for a long moment. Then she turned to Teru.
"Show me the tree itself. I want to feel it."
Teru gestured toward the Holy Tree.
"Follow me."
The dark elves walked with him. The high elves watched curiously but didn't interfere.
As they approached the massive tree, its glow was unmistakable — brighter, healthier leaves, stronger mana in the air.
Delva placed her hand on the bark. Closed her eyes.
Her expression shifted — surprise, then something almost like awe.
"…It really is healing."
Teru stood beside her.
"That's what I've been saying. We can make it permanent. No more raids. No more desperation. Light and dark elves working together."
Delva opened her eyes. Looked at him.
"You speak like you actually believe peace is possible."
Teru shrugged.
"Because it is. If we stop treating each other as enemies."
Misery stepped closer, her body brushing against Teru's arm on purpose.
"And what about the fun part? The prophecy says the savior fills us with his essence…"
Teru looked at her calmly.
"If you want it, and it's mutual, that can happen. But it's not the price for peace. It's not a trade. It's only if everyone agrees."
Misery's purple eyes gleamed.
"You're dangerous in a different way."
Delva turned fully to face him.
"We will talk more. Privately. With my inner circle."
Teru nodded.
"Whenever you're ready."
The dark elves stepped back.
Delva gave one last look at the glowing tree, then at Teru.
"You've given us a lot to think about, savior."
She turned and led her group away.
Teru watched them go.
Firis exhaled beside him.
"They didn't attack."
Evelyn smiled faintly.
"That's progress."
Nol hopped up next to Teru.
"Delva's interested. Misery's horny. Elda's impressed. Good start."
Teru smirked.
"Yeah. Good start."