Selma Payne's POV:
There was no farewell ceremony, no diplomatic rhetoric, and no one could even come to see me off. Just like that, we left the Elven Capital City unceremoniously.
The little elves who left with us didn't cry or make a fuss. It was as if they had no reaction to their desolate old home or were about to set foot on a strange foreign land. However, their childish pretense was still too superficial. I could tell many children were forcefully suppressing their reluctance and apprehension, only suffering because they didn't have anyone to rely on.
That was right. Most of these little elves were orphans. I didn't know why the elves would choose these children. It wasn't a coincidence, but I wasn't in the mood to ask.
The leader of the exchange students was a little boy who looked familiar to me. He recognized me at first glance and greeted me politely.
"Hello, child. Do you know me?" I asked doubtfully.
