"Did the Holy Dragon Kingdom send you? Are you alone?"
An old white-haired female elf with half a mask on her head spoke. Her eyes, hidden under the mask, were flickering.
"That's right. You can treat me as someone from the Holy Dragon Kingdom. I'm by myself."
Frigga's red hair fluttered in the wind. The front part of her hair transformed a snake's head, and she stuck out her tongue.
"We can't trust her words. If she barged into the Elven Kingdom recklessly by herself, wouldn't she be courting death?"
"It doesn't matter whether we can trust her or not. We have to capture her first. We can't let her destroy us."
The other elders spoke at once. One of them, who was different from the other elves, flew out. He had long and thin vines on his body.
