In the living room, Elina sat quietly, staring at the two men before her.
The man on the left appeared quite old, probably around fifty-eight. He wore a plain brown shirt patched at the sleeves and chest. His head was bald, and a long white beard hung from his chin.
This was Orwin, one of the most respected figures in Virella Town.
The man beside him looked younger, perhaps around thirty-eight. He had a sturdy, healthy build, and a thick mustache under his nose gave him a fierce, stern appearance.
That was Kael, Orwin's son.
Both men studied Elina from head to toe, their admiration barely concealed.
What a beautiful girl, they thought in unison.
Since Virella was a remote town, information about the imperial family—their names and appearances—was scarce.
"So, should I address you as Leader, Princess Elina?" Orwin asked politely.
Elina smiled and waved her hand.
"No need, Mr. Orwin. Just call me Elina."
