"Thank you very much for saving my daughter, Mr. Brando."
When Brando came before the Elf Queen in Ailanta, his eyes lit up, and he secretly exclaimed, What a stunning beauty. The Elf Queen wore a crown of silver laurel, her slightly curled golden hair falling over her shoulders. Her pale green eyes were as vast as a sea of stars, gleaming with wisdom. A snow-white robe hugged her slender figure, and the opening at her chest was enough to leave any mortal dazzled. It seemed a little too revealing, yet on her it only accentuated her extraordinary bearing. A silver belt gathered the deep opening, which rose high enough to reveal almost half of her flat lower abdomen and a faint hint of cleavage.
In his previous life, Brando had long heard of the Elf Queen's beauty, but had never had the fortune to meet her. Ten years later, she would withdraw from the world and live in seclusion. After that, the Saint White Princess would take over the fate of the Wild Elves from her, giving rise to the wisest princess in history. He could not help glancing at the little elf, whose face was streaked with tears and snot. At least for now, though, no matter how one looked at her, she was nothing but a spoiled brat.
The Elf Queen gave Brando a very proper half-bow in thanks. Her features bore some resemblance to the little elf's, but she was far more mature, displaying a distinctly classical beauty.
Brando was somewhat surprised that she knew his name, but he supposed the dragons must have told her.
"Your Majesty—" he began.
The Elf Queen interrupted him with a smile. "The Sage mentioned your name to me."
There was obviously only one person who could be called the