Weak, Helpless, Pitiful

Nolan, Hall of Silence at Black Pigeon headquarters.

Aurelian was recording a brand-new song today, one she had spent nearly a month preparing with the Black-robed One.

The Black-robed One's musical talent was rather ordinary, but he was exceptionally skilled at writing lyrics.

It was a song about winter, composed by Aurelian, with lyrics by the Black-robed One, and performed by the two of them together.

After Aurelian finished recording, she left the Hall of Silence and found that her friend Wen Enna had been waiting for a long time.

"Aurelian, listen to me... the human guests are about to arrive in Aserkelo!"

Wen Enna's voice gradually shifted from excitement to unease.

She had practiced baking for so long precisely for the arrival of this day.

"My grandfather asked you to receive those humans?"

Aurelian's feelings were complicated when she heard the news. She had long understood that this day would eventually come.

But upon truly learning that part of her homeland's land would be occupied by humans, she still felt somewhat unhappy.

Yet after living in Nolan for so long, Aurelian had learned how to regulate her emotions.

As long as she imagined the humans as guests and themselves as the hosts welcoming them, she could completely accept it.

"Right, these are today's cookies."

Wen Enna spoke to Aurelian like a virtuous wife.

"I was just about to bring the sample to Lord Thousand Faces. Want to look around nearby?"

Aurelian also wanted to ask Wen Enna about Aserkelo's recent situation, so after greeting the Black-robed One, she left Black Pigeon's Hall of Silence with Wen Enna.

Black Pigeon's main hall was as noisy and busy as ever, with people of different races gathered together doing work involving words.

Wen Enna carefully followed behind Aurelian. Busy goblins and beastmen