Iluna, who had left the church on the grounds that "something in the forest is calling to me," narrowed her eyes as she looked at the Witches, then said to the little princess and the elves:
"Actually, whether for men or women, being too tall cannot be considered an advantage. Humanoid creatures all have a standard golden height. Only around that height can one be considered... excellent."
Angelina and Emilia nodded together. Iluna was the tallest of the three, but she was still somewhat shorter than the tall Witches. Even Flora, the shortest among them, was a head taller than her.
"But Emilia, what a pity you couldn't remain in that grown-up state."
The little princess felt sorry for her friend, and the Pointy-eared Elf girl was also regretful:
"Yes, although I can control my own growth now, it still can't be considered my normal state."
"Then Emilia, how far away is the future for you? Normally speaking, how long would it take you to grow into that kind of figure?"
Iluna asked curiously, holding a wine glass. Emilia thought for a moment:
"Under normal circumstances, probably forty or fifty years. Although I'm considered an adult now, unlike humans, elves still have a long period of growth after reaching adulthood.
"And after I went home today, the adults said that my bloodline could already be considered that of an Ancient Golden Elf. Their lifespans are longer, and so are their growth periods. It will probably be a very, very, very long time before I truly grow up. Of course, it's even more likely that my age has completely stopped because of the World Tree. As long as the tree does not die, it will probably be difficult for me to keep growing."
Iluna expressed regret at that. Angelina had originally