In Oak Hall's garden, unknown flowers bloomed quietly. Powerful natural magic sustained the life here, allowing all manner of plants that originally grew only in the Southern Region to thrive upon this northern land. A breeze barrier also covered the entire garden, filtering out the clamor from other parts of the city until only faint sounds remained here—not noisy at all, but making the place seem all the more tranquil.
Gawain sat beside a round table. A delicate gilded cup carried the fresh fragrance of tea, while elven snacks rarely seen in the human world and fruits from tropical regions adorned silver plates, creating a pleasing sight.
The Silver Empress, Bercetia, sat across from him. A faint smile rested on the face of the ruler of the Elven Empire. She had studied Gawain carefully for a long time before finally breaking the silence. "When news of your 'resurrection' first arrived, it caused quite a stir throughout the Elven Royal Court... Many elves who knew you are still alive, and they were shocked by the news. Naturally, that included me as well—but the Silver Empire was too far from Ansu at the time, and the situation in the north was too chaotic. We could only obtain limited information. It was not until the Magic Network connected with the Sentinel Towers and channels of information became unimpeded... that the situation in the north finally became clear."
"...A great deal happened," Gawain said, sincerely sighing as he recalled everything he had witnessed after his "resurrection." "You cannot imagine what kind of scene I saw when I woke up... The kingdom was unrecognizable, order was in complete chaos, and things I fought seven hundred years ago had to be fought all over again after I woke up... And most importantly, after a full seven