"The Ancient Elf Race?!"
This legendary and magical race piqued Sif's interest, her eyes shimmering, momentarily setting aside the unpleasantness of being slandered.
"Quick, tell me, what kind of story is this?"
Sif greatly enjoyed Roland's stories, which were imaginative and fascinating, like stars from another world.
She had read quite a bit, but other writers rarely resonated with her.
Roland was the exception.
Her exception was now starting a new story, so of course, she wanted to listen.
Count Sif sat with her chin in her hands, eyes sparkling with anticipation, and Roland knew that his loyal reader, Miss Sif, was now online.
Clearing his throat, he quickly leafed through the Basic Encyclopedia of Sussex in his mind, briefly organizing his thoughts, his voice full of magnetism.
"You've heard about the eras before the Magic Era, right?"
"Of course, I know."
Sif thought Roland was trying to test her and quickly answered.
