It was an exceedingly mature tone.
Though the tone was very mature, the voice itself was quite young.
Everyone turned toward the sound.
Then, the figure standing before the tomb came into everyone's view.
She was a girl with long pale-red hair, like a doll.
She wore a loose, oversized robe, its sleeves and pant legs so long that they covered her hands and feet, making her look like a child playing around in an adult's clothes.
Like Emilia's, the girl's ears were long and pointed like slender leaves. She clearly had elven blood.
She looked to be under fifteen years old. Though not as young-looking as Beatrice, she was still quite young.
Yet this girl, who should have been at such an innocent age, spoke those words in an extremely mature manner.
"I am Ryuzu Birma, the representative of the Mixed-bloods in the Sanctuary. My apologies for not coming out to welcome you when you arrived."
The elf girl who called herself Ryuzu lowered her head.
"I hope we have not neglected you young people."
Ryuzu's words made everyone exchange glances.
"Hey." Sylvia even whispered to Fang Li, "Is that child actually very old?"
"Probably?" Fang Li said with a wry smile. "Since she isn't human, we can't judge her by human standards. The young elf girl I know looks even younger than she does, yet she has lived for over four hundred years."
So there was no need to dwell on appearances.
Otherwise, among all the people Fang Li had met so far, there would be quite a few worth discussing endlessly on that point.
At that moment, Garfiel stepped forward as well.
"I brought everyone over, Granny."
Garfiel, who looked older than Ryuzu, addressed her as though it were only natural.
Ryuzu, however, seemed somewhat displeased.
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