"One day, you will regret it," the Village Chief sighed deeply, "but somehow, I understand."
Rephya tilted her head, puzzled.
The Elf Village Chief revealed a wistful yet relieved smile:
"Perhaps this is why you are the heroes; it's not that you became heroes and then walked this path, but you chose to walk this path, and thus became heroes.
The respected one wanted to tell us this."
"The respected one?"
"One day you will understand. Until then, hone your skills, o brave one."
Then, the old elf and the girl chatted about many things.
They talked about the changes in the outside world, the collapse of the Elf Three Kingdoms, the seclusion of the Elf Race.
Including the numerous changes on the continent after the Dawn Era.
The elder elf sat quietly on the bench, listening to those ancient histories.
He sometimes frowned, sometimes relaxed, sometimes clapped and laughed.
"So in the end, they chose seclusion. Why didn't they make up their minds back then?"
