[Capital City, Sylvan Kingdom.]
Elves rarely take in people for tourism.
They despise outsiders more than anything in the world.
For elves, their sacred tree is a lot more important than anything else in the world.
Because of it, there aren't many inns or places where Akamir and their group could rest.
Still, they found one, but their price was something else.
The night was creeping in, and the group sat in a loose circle.
Akamir stood in front of the map laid out over a table.
It pointed at the marked path leading toward the inner sections of the Elven Kingdom.
In the past three days, all of them had tried to gather as much information about the elves and the empress as possible.
Akamir looked at the map, then at the other three.
"I'll go alone," he said. "It would be better if there isn't any hindrance."
Viros leaned forward, his brows furrowed.
