"What good is being pretty? It can't fill your stomach, can it?" Alustriel said with a smile as she looked at the young waiter in the tavern.
At that moment, the young waiter realized that he had been staring for far too long and had lost his composure.
He hurriedly said apologetically, "Sorry, sorry. It's my first time seeing such a beautiful girl."
"If it's your first time seeing such a beautiful girl, then could you give this girl a free good dish?" Uchiha Madara said.
"I'll tell our boss. I'm sure he can waive your bill," the waiter said.
"No need to trouble yourself. I was only joking," Uchiha Madara said.
The young waiter hurried away.
"Now I understand why you wrapped yourself up so tightly whenever you went out," Uchiha Madara said, looking at Alustriel. "Being beautiful is a kind of trouble too. I really don't understand what that sort of worry feels like."
"You'll probably never experience that kind of trouble. But it really isn't a good thing. You can't show your face to people all day—that's the situation," Alustriel said.
"It's not that you can't show your face all day. It's that wherever that face of yours appears, it causes a sensation," Uchiha Madara said.
"You hide your face to avoid unnecessary trouble," Uchiha Madara said.
"But I'm curious. I know your identity—you're the future queen of the elves. Why are you helping me?" Uchiha Madara said.
"We've never had any connection at all. What benefit can you gain by helping me this time? Or rather, what do you want to get from me?" Uchiha Madara asked, looking at Alustriel.
"I was entrusted by someone. It's not because I want to gain anything from you," Alustriel said.
"And you're so old, with nothing to offer. Even