The Elf Village was vast, and their social life resembled that of humans.
Instead of permanent shops, they set up wooden stalls that could be easily dismantled or closed. Every day, the market buzzed with elves shopping and trading.
Although the income here wasn't as high as in the imperial city market, the place was lively and fascinating.
At that moment, among the passing elves, Nolan and Luna appeared in striking attire.
Nolan wore a black cloak and a demon mask, while Luna wore a stunning golden dress.
The surrounding elves were clearly surprised to see them—especially Nolan, whose unusual outfit drew many curious glances.
"Good afternoon, Your Highness Luna. It's wonderful to see you! Where have you been these past few months? Your mother was very worried," an elderly woman said with a relieved smile.
She was short and appeared to be around sixty.
But Nolan knew better than anyone that the woman before him was much older—perhaps hundreds, no, likely thousands of years.
