The Elf Maiden shook her head.
"Lureya is actually older than most people here! She just looks very youthful."
Elze bluntly revealed the truth.
"Youthful, youthful? Not youthful at all!"
The Elf Maiden glanced nervously at her own chest and retorted stiffly, facing the grand comparison with Elze.
"Doesn't the Elf Race have that Spirit Contract thing? I'm a dragon too, how about Lureya signing with me!"
Elze held the Elf Maiden's little hands earnestly.
"Do you think it's just a random signature?"
Despite the words, the Elf Maiden was tempted.
Signing a contract with the Dragon Race is quite a rewarding thing, and over the years, only a few great elves from the Elf Race have signed contracts with dragons.
But the Spirit Contract has already been given to the Demon King.
The Elf Maiden could only politely decline the Dragon Race Maiden, reversing the hold on Elze's small hands, a sentimental expression on her face, tears at the corner of her eyes.
