Naval Gacha System: It's Time To Monopolize The Seven Seas!

Silence consumed the banquet hall as the astounded gazes of the Daemon Monarchs landed upon the elven mage that Abraham had brought along with him. Moments later, one of them finally opened their mouths and uttered three words. "The Mythical Mage?" It was a title that had survived the corrosive ignorance of time and history. A name only heard in legends of the past.

"Miss Althea..." The Dragon Monarch straightened his back and felt somewhat anxious. The influence of the elven mage wasn't to be underestimated. After all, she was known to be as the oldest living being within the Primordial World. No one knew of her age, only her unparalleled and unknown power. But her ancient title wasn't merely what brought her fame.

It was the simple fact that the one that brought about the era of magic for humanity was none other than her first apprentice, Hecate. In simpler terms, she was considered as the master of what mankind had brought out to be the Goddess of Magicraft. There was no doubt that she was an entity of great power, though indifferent to the world that encompassed her.

The Mythical Mage would roamed the continent of Europa for centuries, teaching apprentices that attracted her attention. She was a mythological being of countless folklores, deemed as the makers of the strongest. Those who were old enough would meet her one way or the other. The Daemon Monarchs were no less the same as they were more or less her acquaintances.

"Yo, it's been a while..." Althea greeted them with apathy as she waved her hand at them. She remembered the Dragon Monarch to be the lizard that wanted to be her apprentice. Obviously, she didn't accept since the lizard had already forged a path of his own. Diverging from it would bring forth troubles she would rather not deal with. Or perhaps, would be too lazy to handle.

Naturally, Abraham remained ignorant. Although he could sense power from her, she didn't consider her to be a malicious entity of some kind. He smiled at the Daemon Monarchs and remarked. "I found her in the hall and brought her inside. I heard that she was acquainted with some of you, so I guided her here."

Hearing his explanations, many of the Daemon Monarchs unconsciously gulped. Echidna wryly smiled and stepped forward. "A-Abraham... Do you know who the Mythical Mage is?" She questioned the middle-aged man, who raised his eyebrows and responded. "No? Care to explain?" The daemoness' smile broke even further after hearing his response.

"Well, the Mythical Mage is in simpler terms... The one that taught some of the Sovereigns." When Abraham heard Echidna's answer, he couldn't hide his dumbfounded expression as he glanced at the elven mage beside him. This short elven girl was the mentor of the Sovereigns? Even if it was merely some of them, that statement blew inside his head. Only one word escaped from him.

"Oh..."

"Wait, you're their teacher." Abraham asked the elven mage beside him, who puffed out her chest with an indifferent pride. "I am not an accomplice of anything they did, but yes I thought them what they needed to know." Obviously, Althea wasn't ignorant as to how some of her apprentices turned out to be. Such things were out of her control as one way or another.

The world was bound to change them.

"Then, you must be old, huh?" It was a straightforward remark, and the elven mage simply pouted and didn't deny it. "I was there when it happened." Her answer made him curious about what he was talking about. "When what happened?" He asked the elven girl, who replied with a proud yet aloof smirk. "The moment when humans evolved to grow beyond wild beasts."

"It was their first words... Ooga booga..." Although Abraham was straight up confused as to what she meant, the history lesson of the ancient elven girl was interesting and a fascinating subject for the middle-aged man. There was no doubt that she was a treasure trove of knowledge and information. Who knows. She might have answers to the deepest questions of existence.

"Ooga booga? So, that was their first words, huh?" The middle-aged man nodded in philosophical and sophisticated understanding as though he had learn the revelation from the man up in the heavens. The elven mage smugly smiled even further and questioned him. "Do you know what it means?" It seemed that she was even knowledgeable about the language of prehistoric humans.

"Please inform this ignorant one." Abraham lightly bowed, wanting to hear more about the first cavemen of the primordial world. The ancient elf slightly chuckled and responded. "Ooga booga... It was a phrase that brought excitement to the earliest of humans. After studying it for a millennia, I have concluded that it meant 'let's do this'."

"I see... That does make sense. A simple word yet it profoundly change humanity. Ooga booga, huh? Shall I preserve this as a part of humanity's history?" Abraham was seriously considering it since it was better than nothing at all. For someone to have actual and personally knowledge of the ancient past was of great importance to the world.

Naturally, though... Even if the humans of the United World Government didn't come from or originate from the Primordial World. It was still a vital essence of humanity, and it must be kept in preservation. Of course, before his thoughts could go wilder, Abraham returned to reality and straightened his back. "Thank you for your teachers, Miss Althea. I appreciate it."

"No need to be grateful. It's good that someone's interested of ancient history beyond the glorious battles and victories of their species."

Althea nodded in satisfaction as those that wanted to know about history from her seemed to only concentrate in the glory and fame of the past. While she didn't have a problem with that, it made her saddened that the realizations of those from before had long been forgotten or thought of as unimportant.

"At any rate, would you like to hear about the time when celestial entities existed?" The elven mage inquired, bringing about the intrigue and complete attention of Abraham. Celestial entities? Wouldn't that mean... "Are you talking about Gods? Actual Gods?" Abraham questioned, dumbfounded even further. "Of course, although their era only consisted of the Age of Myths."

"Those people were pretty strong. Magicraft was base on their manipulation of mana." Althea remarked as if it wasn't something special. She wasn't wrong as those of her time learned of magicraft through imitations of the divine miracles that the Gods have constructed with mere intent. It was for this reason that magicraft seemed to inherently defy reality.

"Hmm... I'm glad they are gone." Abraham didn't hesitate to state his thoughts about the existence of Gods. If they ever existed within the primordial world in the present, then the entire landscape would be highly volatile. Who knows what would happen. Even the Sovereigns were already troublesome issues for various species and nations. But Gods? The continent of Europa would have sunk long ago.

"I cannot blame you for such thought process..." A gaze of saddened nostalgia escaped the eyes of the elven mage. Her era wasn't the safest, but it was the most beautiful. However, she was glad that it was gone for it had given a chance for those who had been considered as lesser to rise and become masters of the world. Whether it'd be humanity, elvenkind, dwarves, or the monsters.

"Abraham... I was wondering where you had gone." A beautiful silver-haired lady emerged beside Abraham as she was confused as to why her husband was within the banquet hall. The dragoness then gazed upon the elven mage and narrowed her gaze. "Mythical Mage, huh? You must be quite powerful to have live so long without dying."

"And to think that some of the Sovereigns are your apprentices." Laplace smirked, her arrogance seeping through her calm yet alluring face. Her golden eyes glimmered not only from interest, but also from a tinge of respect. Anyone strong yet humble deserved the admiration of others. The fact that the Mythical Mage had kept the identity of a nomad signifying her views about the world.

Although she had brought up monsters that had cause problems, the dragoness wasn't that bothered by it. On the other hand, Mercedes stood beside the problem dragon and remained silent. She observed the elven mage and understood the implications of their identity. There was no doubt that the banquet now would attract more attention from foreign powers.

Althea gazed upon the dragoness and squinted her eyes. The potential of the dragon was the highest of anyone she had seen. To think that a powerful dragon existed in this era. It made her wonder whether the Age of Myths was making its return or not. After all, Laplace reminded her of the dragon whom was named the Godslayer.

"You have high potential, young dragon. I am Miss Althea, pleased to meet you." The two shook their hands as Laplace kept smirking. It has been a while since her blood boiled from excitement. Such things rarely happen, and when they do. It was mostly because of the work of her husband. Whether it'd be from the bed or a spar.

"You can call me Laplace, many consider me as the Dragon of Liberation. I am the wife of Abraham." The dragoness also introduced herself to the elven mage. At that moment, the banquet continued and the major players once again converse with one another. Arden and Isabelle observed their master interacting with powerhouses who seemed to stand in another plane of power.

They could only smile as it was pretty rare for their master to be anything else than the indifference of a long-lived elf.