When Dailin blurted out this sentence, it wasn't just Renee who was left dumbfounded, Heine was, too.
Is this an elves' unique way of chasing stars?
"No, no, no...I mean, could you please give me an autograph...I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry..."
Realizing her faux pas, Dailin was so nervous that she was nearly scared out of her wits.
Only then did Renee breathe a sigh of relief.
As a rather famous playwright, painter, and musician, she had seen plenty of similar fans in Velitas.
The Third Princess had an alchemy rune pen in her hand—this thing could also be used for writing at normal times, but because ordinary ink affected the sensitivity of the pen tip and, coincidentally, the pen tip was the most expensive part of a rune pen, so few people would squander it like this.
"Where do you want me to sign?" she asked.
"Here!"
Dailin pointed at the shiny blade of the dagger.
Renee nodded and took out a small bottle of special ink.
