The elves and the Fire Trolls had begun rebuilding the flower bed destroyed by the kidnappers. The Fire Trolls dug up and brought over soil suitable for plants to grow, and the elves transplanted the seedlings.

“It’s strange seeing how elves and trolls are getting along so well. It feels as if we have to cause a rift between them to restore the balance of nature or something, doesn’t it?” Henrick remarked while sitting on a wooden table.

Shaneth said as she sat beside him, “Not at all. I don’t think the elves would like what you said just now.”

“Why do you sound as if you’ve lived with the elves before?” Henrick replied mockingly.

“The person who took me in and raised me when I lost my family to the fire was an elf. Although she had a different vibe than the elves over here,” Shaneth explained.

“Well, I know a few elves from the pub and they’re completely different from these ones. Although they acted like free spirits and didn’t feel like elves at all,” Henrick said.

“Feel like elves?” Shaneth asked.

“You know, attuned to nature, mysterious, innocent, that kind of feeling?” Henrick replied.

“Hmm… Lady Hermia told me long ago that the elves were divided into those who stayed in the desert and those who began roaming the continent. The elves in the Desert of Death are the elves who fit the stereotype and the ones roaming...