Hathaway raised her pale golden eyes.
"Ignite a... new sun?"
She spoke softly.
With confusion, and a touch of longing.
That was indeed her own wish.
As an advanced elf who grew up on the Lost Island, this small island and the Royal Court are all that Hathaway knows of the world.
She doesn't possess the ambition of the Council Elders, who insist on returning to the Western Continent, making the Elf Clan strong once more like during the Glorious Era of the Elven Royal Court, standing tall on the continent's summit.
From the beginning to the end, Hathaway's wish—
was merely to make this island in darkness a little brighter.
Let the clan on Lost Island, whose eyes have become accustomed to the darkness, see the magnificent ocean clearly, see the grandeur of the Royal Court clearly, and also see each other's faces clearly.
If only this were enough, she would be satisfied.
However, the Golden Elf soon lowered her head again, somewhat dejected.
