War and Wealth

Roy returned home by way of the familiar Brown Street.

Madam Belinda had not returned yet. The terrace was empty, and when he pushed open the courtyard gate and walked in, the yard looked somewhat run-down.

There were several new sculptures in the studio, all depicting Madam Belinda during her travels.

It was obvious that she had been relaxed and enjoying herself.

Who knew when she had found time to come back? Seeing that Roy was not home, she had left the sculptures behind...

That was how elf mothers were. Once they believed their children had grown up, they let go and left their future lives for Roy to arrange.

Roy set aside the longing in his heart. He cleaned the house, went to the river to fetch water and take a bath, then changed into loose clothes. Sitting in a wicker chair on the terrace with a steaming cup of Lemon Tea, he waited for the sunset.

This was how elves lived...

Returning from war to peace so suddenly, even for only three days, still felt incredibly precious to Roy.

There were many human sailors on Brown Street. One after another, they made their way to the end of the street and slipped into that familiar tavern.

That was where Jefferson had been killed by human crewmen...

Moira stepped down from a Long Carriage with two books in her arms and appeared at the street corner. She wore the leather skirt elf girls loved, along with a vest over a white shirt and leather sandals. The distinctive charm of Castleton City elf girls was perfectly displayed in her.

She looked like a very well-behaved elf girl, making the human sailors on the street repeatedly turn back to admire her beautiful face.

Roy knew without even opening his eyes