"What are you doing, handling this situation like this?!"

Naidrian couldn't understand why she was being blamed.

It was the Elders who had remained in the capital with time to spare.

Of course, they had gone to inspect the forest they were gifted, but how could Naidrian, who had been away with the hero party, have known that the forest was in such poor condition?

Yet, the Elders berated her.

"You should've checked the land before accepting it!"

"Elder, we all heard the news about receiving the forest together during the banquet. How could I have investigated ahead of time…?"

"Aren't you the elf closest to the Crown Princess and the Shield Knight?! You're telling me you couldn't get a heads-up?"

No matter what she said, everything became Naidrian’s fault.

The archer felt a surge of frustration and anger well up inside her.

Her expression, which had become as devoid of emotion as her managed facade, betrayed none of her inner turmoil as she gripped the letters from her benefactor, Lee, that she kept safely hidden.

To others, they might just be letters, but to Naidrian, they were a source of great comfort whenever she felt upset or overwhelmed.

The only person who praised her and encouraged her to become someone greater.

Her research was nearing completion.

Once the research was done, Naidrian was determined to meet this benefactor, Lee.

Even if he turned out to be ugly, that was fine.

She had long expected that they would be of different races.

Her heart had grown beyond mere desperation—it was now an intense yearning that couldn't be stopped, like a runaway carriage.

‘Still, there’s something wrong with this forest.’

It wasn’t just the grotesque appearance of the twisted plants; there was a disturbing, unsettling magic emanating from all around.

It felt as if the plants themselves were watching the elves.

As if they were guarding against them, ready to chase away unwelcome intruders.@@novelbin@@

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