The library in the depths of athercross.
Twigs sat at the long table of the library in her pajamas. A glowing flower lay on the table, its soft light illuminating twigs’cheeks.
She was staying up all night writing, and since twigs had been inspired by the success of Al and Aurelian, she realized that she had to do something for the pack.
Her singing was not very good, and she probably could not be like Al, who was liked by the viewers of the magic web by acting cute. So, she had been trying to build up her popularity by writing.
“Three thousand... The collection has finally reached three thousand.”
She browsed through the novels she had written in the immovable library. Inspired by “The Sherlock Holmes series,”she had also written a mystery novel called “Buried under the tree.”.
“What three thousand collections?”
A voice interrupted branches and leaves’thoughts. She turned around and saw a hunched elf.
