"My calculations were a little bit early. I thought you would be here last year…
...King Evans."
Van's eyes instantly grew wider as he heard Estrid's words. The people that call him Van are separated into only two groups-- the forest giants and the Olympians. And as soon as the young girl called him a king, Van quickly stood up from his seat and looked at her from head to toe.
He squinted his eyes, trying to dig deep down in his mind for Estrid, but no matter how much he tries to do so, not even a single memory of hers resurfaces.
"Wait, don't tell me you do not know who I am?" Estrid blinked a couple of times as she too, stood up from the sofa, using the wooden spear she was holding as support.
"..."
"I see. It seems that you are serious," Estrid then let out a sigh as she once again tapped the end of the spear on the floor 3 times, "Perhaps my form is a little too young for you to recognize?"
"Young… You!"
