"Elves..." The two sisters stared at Luo'er. His facial features and temperament exuded an elven aura; his dark green pupils and pointed, drooping ears were especially striking.
As Saint Basaya is an important passageway connecting the north and south, the sisters had seen half-elves before, whether they be Wood Elves or Night Elves. However, they had never met a half-elf like Luo'er, who exuded an indescribable aura.
Olavia couldn't quite describe the nature of this aura. All she knew was that when standing in front of Luo'er, she was overwhelmed by his invisible aura and felt compelled to submit - a feeling she never got from other half-elves she'd met before.
"How should I address you?" Luo'er stepped forward and asked respectfully.
"Olavia, my name is Olavia!" Olavia replied without hesitation.
She gazed blankly at Luo'er, whose aura seemed that of a leader. Every word he spoke felt like a command.
