บท 37: Elder Elves

Both elves were taken aback by my bluntness. 

I saw how Lucien visibly gathered his composure, coughing once and standing straight. "Ah, yes—that."

Marishka shifted to the side, scratching the back of her head awkwardly. "About that…"

"What is it?" I pressed on. It was as if there was an itch in my mind that couldn't be scratched. I'd made this far, yet none of the mysteries had been solved. How many hours had passed since I came here with Lucien?

"It is a delicate matter, and the Six Guardians told us to refrain from talking to you about it," Lucien said, a glint of regret in his eyes. "Even so, if we did try to tell you we would not be able to provide you the sufficient details."

I sighed. "Can't you at least give me a general summary of it?"

Lucien averted his gaze. I turned to Marishka, hoping that she would at least have a little bit of sympathy but she merely offered me a look of apology.