The hastily set-up campfire crackled and popped, the dancing flames illuminating four contented faces. The four of them shared the most succulent and juicy portions of the wild boar, with fats dripping and aroma wafting through the air.
As Vera chewed, her gaze couldn't help but drift towards Sirean beside her.
After seeing each other honestly, Vera had to admit the other's male identity.
He pondered silently: Despite the clear flatness of the other's chest, why had he initially assumed she was female?
Was it that voice, like a flowing spring?
Or was it that refined face that blurred the boundaries of gender?
Vera thought helplessly, even if it happened again, he would probably still make the same mistake...
Although few elves roamed long-term in the United Kingdom, there were too many things in human territories that elves found disagreeable, Vera and the others had met a few half-elves.
Though they were all quite beautiful, none compared to Sirean's level of attractiveness.
