Arthur bowed slightly. "My respects, Lord Viola, but please do not call me little lord. His Majesty does not like that title."
"Fine then, Lord Little Temper."
"You may both lower your guard. As the wisest sage among the Treants, I, Viola, would naturally never mistake friends for enemies."
As Viola spoke, she puffed out her little chest, carrying a mature confidence wholly at odds with her appearance.
But in Chen Yu's eyes, she was merely a tiny bean sprout less than four feet tall.
She was not much older than him, either.
At the very least, they were two of a kind.
Viola looked toward Isolde, who stood beside her with a cold expression.
"Isolde, relax a little. Death is also an indispensable part of nature's cycle. So long as it does not bring disorderly destruction and the spread of decay, there is no need for excessive vigilance."
Isolde stood straight, maintaining an elf's graceful bearing. Hearing this, she merely nodded slightly and answered respectfully in a cool voice.
"Yes, Lord Viola."
"Hahaha, Lord Viola, if there's nothing else here, then I'll head out." Old Bloom tactfully took his leave.
Only after he left did Arthur ask, "Honorable Lord Viola, thank you for taking us in. His Majesty and I came from the East Swamp, and while pursuing Goblins, we accidentally entered this place."
"May I ask where exactly Root Language Forest lies among these mountains, and how we can safely return to the East Swamp?"
Viola raised her little hand, and a slender vine immediately extended from the wall and retrieved a map from the bookshelf.
"That is simple. Root Language Forest lies at the edge of the West Marsh. More precisely, it is caught within the turbulent crack between the West Marsh and The Gloomy Lands."
"Hmm...