The vast beach was deserted, and Komer silently watched the elf girl as she walked along, the sea breeze caressing her pleated skirt, which undulated gracefully. The spiritual essence of the Elf Clan seemed to be fully displayed at that moment.
"Mr. Xerob has arrived."
"Oh? He's come so early?"
"Should we make him wait a bit?"
"No need to bother with him; he's very patient," Komer said, his lips curling into a slight smile.
The close gaze seemed to penetrate the elf girl's pleated skirt, the scent of laurel permeating the air. Finitz didn't know what had happened, how she had suddenly found herself standing in front of Komer, not knowing how to leave. Was she expecting something? Was it Komer's insidious gaze that lured her, or had her sensitive soul suddenly sprouted a sinister bud?
