After finishing her patrol, Flora took the letter and headed for her manor.
The moment she returned home, she went to find her husband.
A letter written in Elvish had suddenly appeared in the camp. Someone had to be plotting something in secret.
Whether it was good or bad, they had to get to the bottom of it.
In the underground laboratory, O'dor sensed his wife approaching and slowly stopped what he was doing.
The moment the door was pushed open, O'dor turned around with a smile on his face. "What brings you here?"
"I have a letter written in Elvish. I can't read it, so I wanted you to take a look." Flora walked up to O'dor and took the letter from her clothes.
After taking the letter from his wife, O'dor opened it. As he read its contents, his expression stiffened slightly.
"Do you remember what happened long ago? —Rashikna."
Flora's gaze remained on the letter, and she did not notice anything unusual about her husband.
After staring blankly for a few seconds, O'dor naturally folded the letter and handed it back to Flora. "It's a line of love poetry, but it wasn't finished. It was probably a love letter written by some Half-elf and blown into the camp by the wind, where you happened to find it."
"So that's what it was." Flora suddenly understood, then said, "Then I won't disturb you while you're working."
Watching his wife leave, O'dor's expression turned serious.
"Nakshira. Morienk."
As he repeated those two names, the memories buried deepest within his mind began to awaken.
The memories he had long forgotten began resurfacing once more.
Of all his memories from the past hundred thousand years, the ones he least wished to recall were undoubtedly those connected to the name Morienk.
"No,