《The Elf Queen's Life Reset》


 Chapter 1 – Queen of the elves

    Chapter 1 ¨C Queen of the elves


    ¡°Your majesty, the invaders have reached the castle!¡±


    My faithful royal guard Rosanne shouted towards me. She¡¯s been in my service ever since I defended her home country of the fairies from the humans ages ago.


    Now the Elven Kingdom was being threatened with invasion by the human forces, despite the help from its many allies.


    ¡°Follow me, your majesty I¡¯ll escort you through our escape tunnel.¡±


    I followed her reluctantly. Did I even deserve to run away from the disaster of my own doing?


    I had sent all the elven wizards on the offensive in a desperate attempt to turn the tides of the war, but they stepped right into the human¡¯s despicable trap. With few spellcasters left in the elven kingdom, the humans effectively sealed the remaining magicians with a forbidden spell. The capital of the strongest spellcasters in the world was effectively conquered by the depraved humans.


    I buried the guilt down deep and ran after my royal guard.


    Left, forwards, right, backwards, up and down. We ran through the escape tunnels with the clanging of armour behind us.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    We approached the hatch to the outside, and Rosanne handed me a robe. I hid myself underneath its heavy fabrics. Concealing my purple embraided dress that signaled my royal status.


    ¡°Rosanne, you need to escape without me. Fly to the fairy realm as fast as you can.¡±


    ¡°But your majesty, Laurel, I¡¯ll protect you with my life! I have to make sure you escape¡­¡± Rosanne had tears in her eyes as she readied her sword.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry about me, Rosanne, I¡¯ll make it somehow. Two people is easier to spot than one, and I¡¯ll cover more ground on my own. Just trust me Rosanne.¡± I smiled assuringly to my loyal guard and long-time friend.


    ¡°Your majesty¡­¡±


    The clanking of armour behind us droned closer.


    ¡°Find me in a few years¡¯ time, when everything has settled down.¡± I whispered to her before opening the hatch and running away. Abandoning my castle and people.


    The outside was dark, with the burning buildings being the only thing lighting up the streets. I moved quietly past a block before I was spotted by a pair of soldiers.


    ¡°You there, stop where you are! Unhood your cloak right now!¡±


    I ran as fast as I could, but the fear or something else must¡¯ve slowed me, because my legs seemed to cover less ground as I ran, and I almost tripped on my cloak. Why did Rosanne give me such a long cloak?


    One of the soldiers grabbed my hood and yanked it off. He looked much bigger up close. Almost twice my size. Were humans always this big?


    ¡°George, did you find the queen?¡± The rest of the soldiers caught up and stopped where the soldier I assume to be George held me by the hood of my cloak.


    ¡°It¡¯s just a poor brat, let¡¯s continue the search.¡±


    ¡®brat¡¯


    Elves are slightly shorter than humans, but there should be no way to mistake me for a child.


    I approached an intact window from one of the ruins nearby and looked at my reflection.


    Back stared a young girl¡¯s face illuminated by the nearby fires.

 Chapter 2 - The guard fairy

    ¡°Fuck-fuck-fuck! I¡¯m gonna die I¡¯m gonna die!!¡±


    In a small cottage on the outskirts of the city, an ex-elf queen is about to die.


    ¡°Stupid NPCs!! NOOO!!¡±


    In a small cottage on the outskirts of town, and ex-elf queen just died.


    ¡°I hate this stupid video game! I wish I looted some other magical item from my treasury, preferably something actually useful¡­¡±


    Just kidding.


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    Every lifeform has a magical energy called mana within them. With the help of this magical energy, we can perform miracles. Curing the ill, protecting against dangers, and creating useful devices. This can all be possible thanks to this energy.


    And through their lives, a lifeform¡¯s ability to store mana increases and grows. And an elf¡¯s maturity depends on their ability to store this magical energy. This is why we¡¯re believed to be immortal by some humans, as this process of magical development takes a long time and slows down by the time we reach adulthood.


    Very few elder elves exist, and they¡¯re amongst the most powerful beings in existence. Because of their power and wisdom, some of them rule the elf kingdom alongside the monarchy in councils, but they usually live secluded lives isolated from civilization.


    It has been 5 years since I fled the castle after the invasion. After my magic had been sealed and reset, it seems my body regressed as well. All the way back to the age where elves first start developing their magical energy.


    I was pondering these things in bed before the doorbell rang.


    [Ding dong]


    I reluctantly got out of bed and dragged myself over to the door. Has the mail man gotten the wrong address again? As I opened the door, a familiar figure appeared in my field of vision.


    ¡°Ro¡­ sanne¡­?¡±


    My surprised words managed to slip out right before my lungs got crushed by the overwhelming force of Rosanne embracing me.


    ¡°L-let GO of me you STUPID fairy!!¡±


    ¡°U-OOUUUUUU LAUREL I¡¯VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!!¡±


    This lunatic is suffocating me and drenching my hoodie in tears and snot! After some struggling and her calming down, I managed to pry myself loose and hide behind some furniture. After she calmed down some more, she finally noticed the pink graznat in the room.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    ¡°Did you become younger since last time we met?¡±


    Her facial expression turned to worry as she looked around the room


    ¡°What¡¯s up with this unbelievably messy room? How do you live here??¡±


    Annoyed by her judging my humble abode¡¯s standard of cleanliness, and wondering about it myself, I only answered her first question.


    ¡°I became this way the night we fled the castle. Might have something to do with the nature of elves¡¯ ageing and my magic being sealed. To think there are things about our ageing process not even the elves ourselves know.¡±


    ¡°Right, right, but what about your room..?¡±


    She¡¯s mad.


    ¡°A queen shouldn¡¯t live like a trash mole!¡±


    Putting on an apron she got out of nowhere and handing me a broom, she demanded,


    ¡°Clean up this room right this instance!¡±


    I put on an apron and took the broom from her outstretched hand reluctantly. I took a few steps into my messy room before looking at her for any kind of sympathy or warmth. She continued to look at me with cold, stern eyes. I started picking up some dirty clothes, and I once again looked at her for any fairy empathy.


    ¡°What is with you! Stop looking at me with those puppy eyes and get to cleaning!!¡±


    ¡°You heartless witch of a fairy!!¡±


    After cleaning my room and not crying, I did not cry, I was lead to the kitchen by a wonderful smell.


    ¡°Oh, it seems you¡¯re done cleaning your room. I took the liberty of making some dinner after finishing tidying up the hallway. It seems you at least remembered to keep the kitchen clean!¡±


    I decided to not mention the fact that the kitchen was clean because I barely ever entered it. After setting the table and Rosanne coming in with the dinner, she got serious.


    ¡°Now what¡¯s the plan for getting back into power?¡±


    She stopped acting like a big sister and started acting like my right-hand woman.


    I took a bowl of soup and thought about the question for a while.


    ¡°I will¡­ I will leech off of you and play video games on my artifact.¡±


    ¡°Then I will rip your artifact to shreds and apply you to a job.¡±


    Rosanne said something scary with a straight, innocent face while pouring a portion of soup into her bowl.


    ¡°Th-Then how about I apply to The Magic Academy instead?¡±, I offered, coerced by this fiend.


    ¡°Oooh, then you could show off The Blessings of The Spirits¡±


    While the amount of magic being able to be cast depends on your mana amount; the potency, efficiency, and level of the magic depends on your ability to comprehend the theory behind how mana and magic works.


    The name ¡°Blessings of The Spirits¡± is just a product of an age-old misconception of the cause, so don¡¯t mind that.


    ¡°Then you could show your competency for the throne¡±, she continued.


    While our monarchal government was hereditary, it was partially meritocratic. Only the most magically competent member of the royal family (which once was me) would be crowned. Using this information, the new elf society, rebuilt after the humans invaded, have been encouraging education in magic to find a new heir to the throne based on magical ability.


    I honestly never understood the idea of choosing a ruler this way. One being good at magic doesn¡¯t necessarily mean that they are at all competent in the ways of statecraft, military or leadership. I¡¯m not really against it though, since it¡¯s been to my advantage before.


    ¡°As long as I can keep my artifact¡­¡±


    I scooped up the slice of mango decorating the soup and slurped it whole. Rosanne had already finished eating dinner and was unpacking.


    ¡°I¡¯ve brought all my possessions in this bag of holding, because I¡¯ll never leave your side again- Oh! What is this?¡±


    Coming back into the dining room was Rosanne.


    ¡°It¡¯s my old school uniform! What excellent timing.¡± She was wearing a huge grin and holding some pieces of clothing.


    It seems like the near future is gonna get real bothersome.