Chapter 109: The Harvest Festival Ceremony

In the golden harvest season, the fruit trees are laden with succulent, dew-kissed produce, the herbal gardens flourish in lush abundance, and the noble, golden-hued trees stand tall and sturdy. Even the plump grains on the elven wheat stalks signal that this year will be another bountiful success.

Bathed in the radiance of the Sunwell, the elves need only sow their seeds and wait for the harvest. This life of ease provides the elves with an environment envied by the entire world. Silvermoon City is bedecked with festive lanterns to celebrate the most grand and lively holiday of the year. Magical fireworks dance across the sky, while red bloodthistle petals and rose petals drift through the air, carrying a musky, intoxicating fragrance.

While other towns in Quel'Thalas hold their own celebrations, none are as magnificent or opulent as those in Silvermoon. Countless shipments of fine wine, pastries, meats, and spices flow incessantly into the city, as the populace immerses itself in a sea of revelry to enjoy the annual festival together.

Returning to the Cabolon family, Patrick is accompanied by Quelintiris, Idonis, Yanida, Kandiris, Lorne-Flowsong, as well as Higgins Al-Cabolon and Galind-Shalon. Patrick’s inner circle will join the members of the Cabolon family to witness him enter the Silvermoon Council for the annual legislative session.

Back home, the household has expanded significantly. There are many unfamiliar faces among the elves; the mages who previously worked in the family mage towers have all been promoted, now leading teams of novices.

"Master Patrick," they greet him one after another.

Patrick returns their greetings, sensing the pride each family member feels for his achievements and their excitement for the boundless future of the Cabolon family.

Walking to the campus grounds, he finds his sister-in-law, Nasalan, documenting the growth of medicinal herbs alongside a male elf dressed in green robes and a green cap.

"Sister-in-law Nasalan."

"Hm? Oh... Patrick, you’ve returned! Our family finally has its own Silvermoon Councilor." Nasalan Cabolon embraces him. "I forgot to introduce you—this is my mentor, the Senior Botanist Frewin."

*So this is the Senior Botanist Frewin,* Patrick thinks to himself. *I’ve seen him many times, but he looks nothing like he did in the game. He seems much more capable and refined, whereas the one in the game appeared a bit disheveled.* Despite his wandering thoughts, Patrick’s expression remains composed. He smiles and extends a hand, saying, "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Frewin. I am Patrick Cabolon."

Frewin is visibly surprised. He knows that Patrick Cabolon has ascended to the eighth circle and is a permanent councilor appointed by the King, yet he did not expect Patrick to be so approachable. "Greetings, Master Patrick Cabolon. I am here at the invitation of Lady Nasalan to assist the Cabolon family in cultivating herbs."

"Thank you for your assistance. If you need anything, please feel free to tell my sister-in-law, Nasalan, to pass it on to me. Also, please, just call me Patrick. Since you are my sister-in-law’s mentor, there is no need for such formalities." Patrick shakes Frewin’s hand with a smile.

After all, this is his sister-in-law’s mentor. If Patrick were to act imperiously, it would put Nasalan in an awkward position, so he chooses to be humble.

His sister-in-law beams with joy, feeling that Patrick has given her great face.

Frewin stands frozen for a moment, watching Patrick walk away. *So even those high-ranking councilors can show respect to others,* he thinks. *Perhaps the Cabolon family is a good place to be. I may find my true value here without having to feel awkward about being a spellcaster.*

...

His father, Phil Cabolon, and his elder brother, Patterson Cabolon, greet him at the entrance of the mage tower.

Indeed, Patrick has been stationed at the Sunspire, keeping in touch with the family only through magical correspondence. Now, his eyes shimmer with high-purity energy, and the space around him is partially displaced by his potent psychic presence.

The entire family cheers for Patrick’s promotion, and the Harvest Festival marks the day he officially takes his seat as a permanent councilor—a first for the Cabolon family.

Every parent hopes for their child to succeed, and seeing his youngest son achieve such heights fills old Phil with joy; the Cabolon family is destined to flourish.

His brother, Patterson, is even more delighted. Having managed the family business, he has spared Patrick much time to focus on arcane research. Patrick has always believed that his brother is the true pillar of the house.

"Father, Brother, the ceremony is about to begin. Let us head to the Council Hall."

Patrick dons the robes specially tailored for the family—they are incredibly luxurious. According to his brother, the attire cost eighty gold coins. Patrick was stunned, given that a single piece of Arcanite is worth only about three gold coins. This outfit is truly priceless.

Patrick continues to hover in the air using magic, though he stays closer to the ground this time. The family members and all of Patrick’s core subordinates set off in a grand procession.

Led by a row of tallstriders, with the family members and Patrick’s staff flanking the sides, the center of the group features a small carriage powered entirely by arcane energy—no beast of burden required. They march toward the heart of the city.

The carriage stops outside the Sunfury Spire. They must ascend a series of floating steps to reach the connecting corridor, which leads into the Council Hall. Patrick had visited for an emergency meeting before, but it was never as grand as this.

Patrick steps down and gestures to his kin and subordinates. During the full council session, the path into the chamber is reserved for each councilor to walk alone.

"Let us welcome the future hope of Silvermoon, the youngest permanent councilor in the history of Silvermoon City: Lord Patrick Cabolon!" A magically synthesized broadcast echoes throughout the city. The cheers of the populace reach a crescendo, and all those associated with Patrick stand tall, bursting with pride.

This is the heart of Silvermoon City, the center of the elven festival, packed with citizens eager to catch a glimpse of the Councilor. In his previous life, this place was covered by the Dead Scar, but now, the entrance to the Sunfury Spire is magnificent. Patrick had always thought the luxury of Silvermoon had its limits, but as he gazes at the entrance, he realizes he had never truly seen what real opulence looked like.

Every floating step is carved from a single, crystalline bar of arcane crystal, shimmering with a golden radiance that is almost blinding. The carpet laid upon the ground is woven from arcane silk, interlaced with gold, silver, and arcanite threads forming the pattern of a phoenix.

As Patrick steps onto the first stair, a thunderous cheer erupts from the Cabolon family—a celebration of their first permanent councilor entering the highest seat of power in Quel'Thalas.