The Elf Square was teeming with people. Today marked the annual Sacred Tree Festival, so many visiting Elves wore expressions of pride and honor.
In their eyes, the prosperity of the magnificent Forest of Elves was also due to their relentless hard work.
In other words, the splendor of Queen Eve was partly their achievement as well!
"Ahem, today is our great Sacred Tree Festival. Simultaneously, it's also a day I have chosen to select a husband for our majesty." An elderly, sharp-featured Elf declared from the high platform, his speech laced with spittle.
The many young members of the Elven race in the audience were all drawn by the gimmick mentioned by the Second Elder.
What gimmick?
The claim that Queen Eve of the Elves would choose her consort here!
No one knew who started the rumor, but it had spread like wildfire.
