Chapter 243: Return to the Family

Helag smiled, understanding why Brack was so excited.

For the Terchy family, this was indeed a monumental event that could change the entire family’s fate.

“David, Reese, you two should head back to the family first. Helag, come with me to Blackrock Valley,” Brack said.

David glanced at Helag, giving him a hearty smile before boarding the carriage.

Reese, on the other hand, hugged Helag tightly, stood on her toes, and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll head back to take care of some family matters. Once I’m done, I’ll come find you.”

“Alright, take care,” Helag nodded.

Brack watched the scene with wide eyes before smiling warmly.

After Reese and David boarded the Terchy family carriage and left, Helag also got into the carriage to head toward Blackrock Valley.

Inside the carriage, Asna sat beside Helag, curiously looking out the window at the passing scenery.

Brack glanced at Asna, surprised that Helag had brought a woman back from the Elven Plane.

It was clear their relationship wasn’t ordinary.

Helag introduced them, “This is Asna, a spellcaster from the Elven Plane. Asna, this is Mr. Brack, a crystallization-level wizard from the Terchy family.”

Asna sat politely, nodding toward Brack. “Hello, Mr. Brack.”

She had already learned about the power hierarchy in the Wizard Plane and understood that a crystallization wizard was equivalent to a high-level spellcaster.

Since Brack was a crystallization-level wizard, it meant he was quite powerful.

From Helag and Brack’s conversation, Asna could tell that Brack was an important figure in the Terchy family.

A few days later, the carriage arrived at Blackrock Valley.

Helag stepped down from the carriage, holding Asna’s hand, and looked at the familiar valley ahead. Nothing had changed, and he felt a wave of nostalgia.

A year had passed so quickly, and everything he had experienced in the Elven Plane now felt like a dream, gone in the blink of an eye.

Asna looked at the black soil beneath her feet and the valley ahead, observing everything carefully.

“We’re home,” Helag smiled as he walked forward, with Asna holding his hand and following closely behind.

Inside Blackrock Valley, nothing had changed. The vast fields of magical herbs were still being tended to by wizard apprentices.

“Mr. Helag!”

“Mr. Helag is back!”

***

As Helag entered the valley, many wizard apprentices greeted him, and he smiled back, leading Asna toward the northern castle.

Asna was amazed by the fields of magical herbs surrounding them.

She recognized many of the herbs from the books Helag had left behind at Base 27. During their time there, she had studied a lot, including herbalism and potion-making, which were subjects she had never encountered before.

Seeing the vast fields of magical herbs she had only read about, and in such large quantities, left Asna speechless.

In the Elven Plane, magical herbs were scarce and difficult to find.

But here, they were everywhere, and Asna was astonished.

“They can cultivate them in bulk, like farming vegetables,” Asna thought, realizing the immense power of the wizards in the Wizard Plane. The scale of the magical herb cultivation alone showed how advanced their knowledge system was.

In the Elven Plane, no one had ever cultivated magical herbs like this.

Of course, this might also be related to the different systems of power.

In the Elven Plane, spellcasters didn’t need potions to advance. As long as they continued studying and meditating, they would naturally advance when the time was right.

No one had yet figured out why this was, but Helag suspected it had something to do with the World Tree.

The presence of the World Tree in the Elven Plane made the entire plane suitable for spellcasters to cultivate.

In contrast, the Wizard Plane had no World Tree, so wizards needed potions to break through their limits.

But in the Elven Plane, the environment itself supported spellcasters, and their natural constitutions were different from wizards, allowing them to advance without potions.

However, this was just Helag’s speculation. The rules of different planes were likely very different, and the reasons behind them were bound to be complex.

Compared to wizards, spellcasters in the Elven Plane had a much easier time cultivating.

They didn’t face the same risks or difficulties when breaking through.

As Helag and Asna approached the castle, Lennon quickly ran out to greet them, bowing. “Lord Helag, you’ve returned.”

“Yes, this is Miss Asna. She will also be one of the castle’s owners from now on,” Helag introduced.

Lennon glanced at Asna, memorizing her face before nodding. “Welcome, Miss Asna.”

Helag nodded and led Asna into the castle. “There are two servants in the castle: Lennon, who you just met, and another named Mary. You can ask them for help with anything you need.”

“Okay, got it,” Asna replied, still a bit unused to the idea of having servants.

In the past, she had always done everything herself and had never had the luxury of ordering servants around.

Helag led Asna to the inner part of the castle. As they reached the stairs, they heard light footsteps from above, and soon Shatia appeared.

After a year, Shatia seemed even more beautiful, with a more mature and calm demeanor.

She wore a floral dress with white over-the-knee stockings.

Helag thought Shatia was one of the few girls who could pull off white stockings without making her legs look bulky. Her graceful temperament was a perfect match.

The beauty and grace of elves were unmatched, far beyond what humans could compare to.

“Master!” Shatia ran over and buried her head in Helag’s chest.

During the year Helag had been away, Shatia had stayed in Blackrock Valley, too afraid to leave due to her elven identity.

Life in the valley had been quite dull. Though the castle was large, it felt empty with so few people.

Aside from learning how to cook and practicing magic, Shatia had little to do and was often bored to death.

Eventually, she began studying potion-making, and Brack had bought her a harp and other instruments to keep her entertained.

Ever since Helag had left, Shatia had felt a constant emptiness in her heart, which she later realized was longing.

The moment she saw Helag return, she ran downstairs and hugged him tightly.

Feeling the warmth of Helag’s embrace, Shatia finally felt a sense of security.

“An elf?” Asna looked at Helag in surprise.

She had never expected to see such a beautiful elven girl in the Wizard Plane.

More importantly, from Asna’s perspective, Shatia’s bloodline was incredibly powerful, far stronger than any elf she had encountered before.