“I understand why you obsess over your guard job,” said Elsanad.12

She was checking out the appearance of her earring reflected in the mirror. Elsanad tapped the jewel with the tip of her finger, and the clear jewel shook and reflected rays of sunlight from all angles. Satisfied with the radiance, Elsanad smiled, but she saw Elwina’s disgruntled face behind her in the mirror.0

Elsanad continued, “…but you can’t go on like that forever.”1

“It’s what I want to do,” Elwina said.0

“There’s a limit to everything in the world, Elwina. If you exceed the limit, it becomes poisonous.”0

Elsanad rose from her seat. As a respected mayor, she spent most of her day working tirelessly. The time she spent in the morning tending to her beauty was the only time she had to herself before she went to work at City Hall. As an elf who was particular about aesthetics, Elsanad put great effort into maintaining her beauty.0

Her sole bloodline, Elwina, was the same. Luckily, both of them had been blessed with beauty that stood out even among the elves, so they didn’t experience any of the self-doubt or hatred that could result from having a high standard for aesthetics. Nevertheless, they had developed peculiar hobbies as a result of their obsession with beauty. In Elwina’s case, it was dol...0