Its full name was the Braveman's Trial Road. Only the brave, and those loved by nature, could pass it. The purpose of the Path of Trials was to select the most suitable candidate to become the tribe's next village chief.
"In other words, the Path of Trials was held only when a new village chief had to be chosen."
As they made their way along the Path of Trials leading to the Temple, Mayfair remained deeply skeptical of Mr. Snef's claim that he had once cleared it—because the tribe's current village chief was still in excellent health. In fact, the old chief had already been there when Mayfair's parents were young.
"That's what you believe." Snef replied indifferently. "The Path of Trials has never had any restrictions. There isn't even a guard at the entrance... How could you possibly know who entered, or when?"
Mayfair had no way to refute him—what Snef said was indeed true. The entrance to the Path of Trials had never been guarded. The elves of the tribe simply followed the rules, and there had never been any word of anyone violating them.
"Then why did you walk the Path of Trials?" Mayfair asked warily.
She had already decided that Snef was someone who had secretly infiltrated the elven tribe many years ago. That was why no one in the tribe had discovered that he had entered... and she herself had never known about it.
"Certainly not because I was bored." Mr. Snef did not seem inclined to say more.
After that, no matter how Mayfair questioned him, he remained silent. Under such oppressive tension, the group surprisingly did not fall apart. In the end, they even reached the entrance to the Path of Trials peacefully.
Doctor Gels felt that this seemed to be some sort