The Aetheryon Royal Family, the current ruling family of the elven race, who mainly resided in the Lumira Galaxy, actually lorded over several galaxy groups.
It sounded impressive on paper. Grand, majestic, powerful. The kind of thing one could be proud of.
But the truth was far less glamorous.
Because fortunately or unfortunately, the current members of the family could only trace their roots to the relatives of the last pure-blooded Aetheryons.
As a story that could fill history books, most would be aware that the true main branch had been gone for generations.
Elior personally thought this was a blessing. Because really, who would ever want to be fully related to that insane Elven King?
Certainly not him. He thanked the stars every day that his bloodline was diluted enough to keep him sane.
