Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

398 The White Wildflower

Dorothy’s POV:

Could the information that rejected my investigation not be my father’s doing? Who was that? Could it be...

The Elf King?

Was he the one who did it? Was he still conscious?

I tried calling the Elf King, hoping for a response. However, no one answered me. Only a few soft green light orbs circled me a few times before leaving with some ‘locked’ information.

As expected, the Elf King still had some consciousness left. Although it was so weak that it couldn’t respond to me, it operated purely on instinct. However, this was still good news. This meant that the evil forces had not gained the upper hand, and the stalemate between the Elf King and the evil forces had not worsened.

I quickly searched for the information I needed, but the other party deliberately hid from me and did not appear.

In desperation, I tried to communicate with the Elf King’s consciousness again. “I know you can hear me, Your Majesty. My name is Dorothy, and the interim government invited me to help the elves eliminate the stray werewolves. The stray werewolves have been fleeing ever since they attacked the capital. Now, they may be planning another attack in search of a sacrifice to be offered to Azazel, just like they did in the capital.

“To prevent a tragedy from happening, we have to eliminate them as soon as possible, but we haven’t even found their location yet. I know that before you fell into a deep sleep, you had asked nature to mark these stray werewolves so that you could always sense their movements.

“Now, I implore you to tell me the whereabouts of these wandering werewolves. For the sake of your people and the elven race, every minute earlier that you find them, fewer people will be able to escape from the shadow of danger!”

I called out for a long time, but no one answered me. On the contrary, more and more of the green light balls appeared. They were locking up more information, but these little things made of pure spiritual energy did not have self-awareness, so they could not say anything for their master.

As I searched, I called out to him. My father said, “Perhaps you can sort out all the information first. Instead of searching in such a messy way, why don’t you start from the most recent period? That’s the most likely place.”

However, arranging the timeline was not an easy task. It was like weaving a ball of messy sheep’s fur into yarn with one’s bare hands. It would take more time than searching for information, but as my father had said, I might never find anything in a messy search, so it was better to spend more time on the early work.

I could feel that moonlight’s power had reached its peak and was gradually declining. This made me sort out the sequence of events faster. This was not like how I used to look at Selma or the others, which would roughly see a ‘past’ or ‘future’. Instead, it was all truly accurate to the date.

Suddenly, I heard a faint chirping sound, which made me temporarily leave my insight state.

“These are the birds raised by His Majesty. These natural creatures are the most accurate time devices.” The Great Elder explained, “However, as His Majesty fell into a deep sleep, the birds became increasingly dispirited, and they rarely reported the time.”

I raised my head and saw a grey sparrow peeking out from the branches and looking at us curiously. It tilted its head and disappeared into the dense branches as if bored.

I returned to my insight state and tried my best to sort out the Elf King’s long life. Even if I arranged it chronologically, what was left for me was still a huge project.

“The mark of nature...”

“Contact ...”

The continuous use of the Eye of Insight rapidly consumed my physical strength. I began to feel dizzy, my hands and feet weak, and my sweat gathered into a winding stream, wetting my collar. As the water evaporated, a bone-chilling chill seeped through.

I was almost at my limit ...

I gritted my teeth and persevered, but I knew that tonight would be a waste if I couldn’t find what I wanted in a few minutes. Next time, I would have to wait for my body to recover, and I was curious to know how much time would be wasted.

Just as everything seemed set in stone, a sudden bird’s cry caught my attention.

At first, there were only a few intermittent crisp sounds, like a lonely bird talking to itself in boredom. Then, the crisp chirping gradually increased. Different kinds of birds chirped in different ways. They seemed to be singing in a disorderly manner, but there was a natural law in their chaotic chirping.

Somehow, I realized that was the answer I needed.

Thus, I tried my best to get close to the time when the birds were chirping and plunged into that time as if I was diving.

Suddenly, I arrived at the Elf King’s bed chamber. If it weren’t for the lush green plants, I would have thought that I had already left my insight state and returned to reality.

The Elf King stood in the middle of his bed chamber, with the birds flying around him or perched on a branch to look at me, their uninvited guest, with curious eyes.

The Elf King looked at me kindly and didn’t say anything. He only extended his hand. An ordinary white wildflower was lying in his palm, its soft petals gently swaying with the air.

“Is this it?” I asked, but the Elf King didn’t say anything.

I thought this was the answer I’d been searching for, so I stepped forward and made a grab at the white wildflower in his palm.