Bab 196: A Fading Mind

Ignoring the soldiers' suspicious gazes, he followed Sylvie and the old adept. A deeper furrow creased his brow with each step—the question about Elaris's strange delight gnawing at him.

However, his thoughts dissolved the moment he crossed the barrier, and his eyes widened at the city's raw, natural beauty.

A gust of fresh air ruffled the lush trees' leaves, bringing their scents to his nose. He examined the tall aqueduct carrying water to artistic fountains. Elves chatted nearby, scooping cold water into buckets before returning to their elegantly carved houses. Their joyful voices echoed as they discussed the forest's flora on their way, creating a peaceful scene.

Yet, his eyes narrowed into slits. Something was wrong with them.

His mind rumbled as he passed by an elf who nodded at him and continued to his house.

'He greeted demons?!'