On a mountain in the Wind Forest, a middle-aged butler-looking elf walked up to a tree. "My Lord, your father wants to see you," he said, looking up at the young elf lying on the tree.
He was a handsome youth around 18, oval-faced and in a blue-and-white long gown. He had long, shapely eyebrows and attractive red phoenix
He was very pretty.
He was lying on a branch, his head leaning against the trunk. He had long and lean legs.
After a while, he opened his eyes lazily. There was no anger in his light golden eyes, though. "Why?"
Mood shook his head. "I don't know, but there is a letter from Chaos City."
Chaos City?! Bloore's lazy eyes lit up immediately, but then he hid his excitement. He slid gracefully off the branch onto the ground and walked off. "Mood, I won't wait for you. You don't want the girls to badger you, do you?"
