"In the end, none of us managed to dance at all,"
Ailish, sitting on the grass, watched Durin, Anta, and the girl sitting next to him on the distant Star Gazing Platform and sighed.
"That's his sister, after all. They've only just recognized each other today, so of course, they would have endless things to say," Irene said sentimentally as she held Xialu in her arms. "I can see that her eyes are red, Yelena must be very excited."
"Yes, if I had Mr. Durin's background, I, too, would be overwhelmed with thousands of words to express when meeting my sister," Melinda stood behind Irene, watching the distant Durin and his sister Yelena.
For some reason, she felt a clear realization – Mr. Durin needed her.
He needed her to become his sharp blade, his butcher's knife.
It was the mission of a collectible, the destiny of every hunter.
But Mr. Durin had not yet summoned her, so the blade would not be drawn, the butcher's knife would not be stained with blood.
