Love...
Lover.
Though I had already speculated in my heart.
But when I heard the girl in the black dress before personally say the answer.
Lilianna’s heart couldn’t help but tremble violently.
She couldn’t help but look up.
The gaze from those gray-black eyes swept over the girl in the black dress before her and the figure on the throne constantly.
Because, at that mont, Lilianna suddenly recalled a past event from over five hundred years ago.
An event already buried within the dust of history.
When the Elven Royal Court had not yet fallen into the Abyss like at present, but was still a lonely little island on the Endless Ocean Domain.
Her conversation with Sister Hathaway.
"Sister Hathaway... what is your relationship with that newly arrived human?"
At that ti, I was naïve and innocent, rely an inconspicuous little girl within the Gray Elf Tribe, and I had asked a similar question to the then Elder of the Golden Elf Clan, Hathaway.
And her answer—
was exactly the sa as that of the leader at this mont.
Even the deep gaze, though looking at , as if it had transcended my body to reach a world further away, was exactly the sa.
Back then, that little gray elf girl was still in a stage of cluelessness, only partially understanding the word "lover" and unable to grasp its aning.
But now, as the elder of the Gray Elf Tribe, Lilianna could already comprehend its aning.
And within this seemingly insignificant information, lies a huge vortex capable of overturning the entire Elven Royal Court.
"Co to think of it, Lily."
"You are an elf born on the Lost Island before the fall."
"So, does it an you have also seen how that Golden Elf was with Shiayar back then?"
The girl in the black dress suddenly withdrew her distant, ethereal gaze.
She looked at Lilianna before her, her lips still carrying a faint smile.
"Can you tell about them back then, their matters."
"Or more accurately... what kind of relationship did they have back then?"
A cold sweat silently slid down Lilianna’s cheek.
She was no longer the little gray elf girl who knew nothing.
Thinking about how deep the pit in this question might be was enough to make her break out in a sweat.
Although flustered internally, Lilianna, now an elder of the Council, managed to maintain an expression of contemplation on the surface.
After a long while, she shook her head.
"Those are childhood days, I don’t rember them clearly, Leader."
"Oh, is that so?"
The girl in the black dress nodded, her fair fingers lightly touching her exquisite chin.
"Then let ask a different question."
"Lily... who do you think is more suitable with him, Hathaway or ?"
What kind of devilish question is this...
The cold sweat on Lilianna’s forehead began to slide even faster.
To be honest, in Lilianna’s heart, she had a favorable impression of Sister Hathaway, who had been quite caring to the Grey Elf Tribe during her childhood.
But when it ca to emotions, still, this leader before her, who had helped the Royal Court rebuild and thrive in the Abyss by herself after its fall, was more favored by Lilianna.
Besides, Sister Hathaway wasn’t in the Abyss, but the leader was right in front of her.
So the answer to this question was self-evident.
"If I rember correctly... Sister Hathaway only got along with him for less than a year."
"I think a year of ti is no match for five hundred years of companionship."
"Is that so?"
Upon hearing Lilianna’s answer, the smile at the corner of the girl in the black dress beca even more pronounced.
But soon, she waved her hand lightly.
The thin night and shadows behind the girl wove into an ancient, elegant black throne.
And she gently sat upon that throne of shadows, side by side with the frozen throne behind it, though slightly lower.
"Even if it’s just heartfelt words, hearing such an answer still makes quite happy..."
"But—"
Suddenly, a hint of complexity appeared in her eyes.
"Over five hundred years of companionship."
"Could it really compare to that one year?"
The girl’s words suddenly carried a trace of confusion.
Also, a touch of regret, and a fleeting unease.
Which startled Lilianna’s heart.
As the recognized leader of the Elven Royal Court, or rather, its true guardian.
All along, even in the eyes of those legendary elders of the Council, the image of the girl in the black dress had always been mysterious and imposing.
As if truly a deity high above the clouds, guarding the mortal world.
Since Lilianna had known the leader, it was the first ti she had seen the black-dressed girl before her show such confusion and even slight unease.
"Actually, my previous answer was ant to deceive you, Lily."
The girl in the black dress rested her wrist on the armrest of the shadow throne, propping up her delicate chin with her hand, quietly watching the boy beside her, who seed to be asleep.
"The relationship between him and , between Shiayar and , is not actually that of lovers."
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