Armor-Making Plan

Pulling off the helmet covering her face, she looked at the young Half-Elf before her. He had a stronger sense of responsibility than most elves. In just a few short years, he had grown from an Elf Academy student into the administrator of the Pagisto Plateau on the Pattington Plane. It had truly been difficult every step of the way.

In fact, at any point during that process, if he had wanted to give up or withdraw, he could have returned to his old life in the Small City.

But he had endured it all, leading a large group of Half-Elves to establish a relatively equal and free place to live.

Half-Elves from all across the Elf Continent were gathering on the Pattington Plane because they had heard that the Half-Elves here lived fairly well and were not discriminated against by the Silver Moon Elves.

She knew Roy was very close to his younger sister Moira, but that did not stop her from harboring a trace of affection for Roy as well.

This was how elves pursued love. If they loved each other, they stayed together; if they no longer loved each other, they parted ways. They would not be bound by life's burdens.

Sabrina had acted both close and distant toward Roy because she was conflicted. She wanted to delay this relationship a little longer. Otherwise, she always felt as though she were sharing a sweet cake with Moira.

Yet whenever Roy appeared, Sabrina could never suppress the fluttering in her heart. She uncontrollably wanted to move closer to him.

Perhaps from the moment he lifted her skirt, that grinning face had already been branded into her mind...

Watching Roy sleep soundly in the hammock, Sabrina, only a few meters away, closed her eyes again.

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