Hope Island
In a corner of the Elders Council meeting room, a gentle breeze blew past, stirring the pale green curtains and making them sway without pause.
Several Elven elders were sitting in the meeting room, quietly discussing something.
"I think it would be better to plant some trees in that open ground to the west. What do you all think?" one elder suddenly suggested.
What they were discussing concerned the island's construction, and the group had gathered around together.
"I agree with you. However, we need to carefully discuss what kind of trees to plant. That open ground is very large; if we merely plant ordinary trees, it would be rather wasteful," another elder added.
"Jess, you are right. This matter truly needs to be discussed carefully. By the way, someone brought back some lovely little fruits from other islands last time. I believe everyone has tasted them, yes? At any rate, I think these fruits taste excellent. Why not scatter their seeds across that open ground as well? They can grow in the gaps between the trees, and we will have another delicious fruit to eat in the future."
"I agree. This fruit is called Crystal Fruit, right? I heard it was cultivated by the lord of Tatshaw Territory. I wonder whether it can survive on our island. If it can, then we will have quite a treat in the future." Recalling the fruit's origins, the Elven elder who spoke could not help sighing.
"Speaking of the lord of Tatshaw Territory, I still cannot quite see through him. Call him a noble, yet he is an Archdruid of common birth. Call him merely a Druid, yet he has set foot in other fields and achieved considerable results. In short, he is no ordinary human. We need to keep