The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 62: The Hidden Power of a Half-Blood

He had hinted so clearly—surely he got it?

Eoryun quickly picked up on the deeper meaning in those words.

He slowly turned to look at Tiana, his gaze growing more and more aggrieved.

"Grandaunt..."

Although Tiana was a merman known as the "Iron Barbie," she was utterly defenseless against the affectionate antics of the young ones.

Eoryun was only in his twenties. In Tiana’s eyes, wasn’t he still just a little cub?

And the behavior of this young master, from her perspective, was nothing more than the harmless tricks of a cub.

Tiana stood up and quickly strode forward two steps to stand in front of Eoryun. .

She slapped both of her hands firmly onto his shoulders and declared with absolute conviction, "Don’t be sad, my grandnephew! You’re truly a pitiful cub, but don’t worry—your Grandaunt has a way. Although I had hoped you would take the path of a swordsman, seeing how much you enjoy being a feeble little mage, your Grandaunt still respects your choice. After all, I’m not some old-fashioned elder."

Eoryun was left dazed by Tiana’s words, but he managed to extract the key points from the bombardment of dialogue.

"Huh? Take the path of the swordsman? And Grandunt, you can fix my physical condition?"

Tiana replied with slight regret, "Yes, we merfolk are naturally born swordsmen. If my grandnephew had chosen the path of a swordsman, at least you wouldn’t be like this now. But insisting on the path of a mage isn’t a bad choice either. You’ve got a solid foundation."

"According to that pretty light elf, being under the tyrannical dominance of merfolk bloodline for two years and only dropping one major rank is actually pretty impressive."

"Looks like you’re indeed quite suited to the mage profession."

Eoryun was confused. "Wait a second, Grandunt, what are you talking about? It’s not like there’s a rule saying you can’t just be a mage, right?"

Now it was Tiana’s turn to be puzzled. "Isn’t there?"

Eoryun looked even more bewildered. "I’ve been cultivating both all along!"

Tiana: "Ah? Is that so?"

Illiya was also shocked. "Wait, none of us knew about this, right?"

After the initial shock, Illiya slowly came to his senses.

Right, how could he have forgotten that Eoryun had the protagonist template? Practicing both magic and swordsmanship—wasn’t that totally normal for someone like him?

This also explained how, under the oppressive dominance of merfolk bloodline, he managed to lose only one major rank in two years.

The most basic requirement of a swordsman was body reinforcement.

Typically, a swordsman’s physical strength was nothing to scoff at. And not all swordsmen relied on weapons—in this world, there were many who fought using just their fists.

What are weapons anyway? Sometimes your body is even tougher than a sword.

So with sword energy augmenting him, Eoryun’s body had long since ceased to be that of an ordinary human.

On top of that, he was cultivating magic at the same time.

At a mere twenty-something, he had already reached the level of an advanced mage.

And with such rocket-speed progression, a bloodline that was supposed to unlock slowly ended up activating early.

As a result, he had no choice but to use magic power to sustain the enhancement of his body.

But that wasn’t even the most shocking part for Illiya.

All the signs pointed to one conclusion—Eoryun had actually been held back by his bloodline.

If he hadn’t been hindered by it, his achievements by now would likely be far greater.

His mage level might have been even higher.

Illiya couldn’t help but click his tongue. So this is what it means to have a hot blooded novel protagonist template?

That’s seriously powerful. But he had no intention of voicing his deductions.

There was no need. Saying it out loud would just be stating the obvious, serving no real purpose.

Illiya suddenly found himself very interested in Eoryun’s future.

Once his physical condition was resolved, just how high could someone with a protagonist’s template rise?

After all, it’s rare to see a real-life version of a hot blooded fantasy novel’s main character.

"You really are someone who hides his talents," Illiya sighed. "No wonder you only dropped one major rank in two years."

Tiana had never met anyone like her grandnephew. Truly... truly he brought great honor to the merfolk race!

Let’s see now—who else dares to say merfolk are just a bunch of reckless brutes who only rely on brute strength?

From today onward, the history of the merfolk would be rewritten!

Tiana immediately felt the weight on her shoulders increase significantly.

She was no longer just working hard for her sister’s descendants; she was now working hard for the future of the merfolk.

"I have a method, but I’m not entirely sure about the success rate," Tiana said, her voice heavy. "It’s not that it will be dangerous, but with someone like you, a half-blood, I’m unsure whether the merfolk method will work."

Eoryun couldn’t care less about the success rate.

Moreover, his Grandaunt had already said there would be no danger, so this felt like a freebie.

A small chance of success, in his eyes, was already enough for it to be a success.

"Then there’s no problem! Even if it doesn’t work, there’s nothing to lose."

Tiana’s satisfaction with Eoryun grew by a few percentage points.

She didn’t try to act mysterious and immediately explained her thoughts. "Your situation is quite unique. As a half-blood merfolk, you’re exceptionally rare."

"The merfolk bloodline is very dominant, and all merfolk hybrids carry the traits of the merfolk. The most obvious feature of merfolk hybrids is that they have excellent physical attributes. Although their body strength isn’t on par with pure-blood merfolk or dragons, they’re still stronger than most other races."

"You, too, are a return-to-ancestor type, but for over twenty years, your human bloodline has suppressed your merfolk bloodline. Your body has developed according to human standards. It’s only after you began practicing that your merfolk bloodline finally had a chance to show itself. The dominance of the merfolk bloodline is exactly where the problem lies—it will try to suppress your human bloodline completely, forcing you to change your race. To achieve this, your magic can no longer be contained." ƒreewebɳovel.com