The elves seem to enjoy writing exaggerated lyrics or poems... It always feels like the protagonists in their poems are being described as "chosen ones" or "gods descended to earth."

It sounds nice, but...

"Okay, okay, stop singing, stop singing..."

Imra complained and waved her hand to stop the elves from singing in unison.

Although the music composed by elves can fetch astronomical prices in many countries, and countless legends are willing to spend a fortune to commission elves to write poems and songs for them, Illa doesn't care about that.

Even if she sings very well, if the song is used to brag about herself... then it feels a bit strange. Although many people in this world would love to buy into that, Yoonra herself doesn't.

However, although the singing stopped, the enthusiasm did not diminish.

"Yinla! Long time no see!"

Yoon-ra: "Long time no see (Who are you?)"

"Yinla, do you remember me? I even picked fruit for you back then~"

Yoonra: "Of course, I really miss it (Who is this older sister...?)"

"Yinla! Thank you so much. I've wanted to thank you in person for a long time. It's all thanks to you for killing my father."

The one who said this was a young-looking female elf. She shook hands with Yinra with great emotion and said, "Thank you for allowing him to return to the World Tree as an elf's soul before he was completely corrupted."

Looking at her face, Yinla remembered who she was. He chuckled and nodded, saying, "No need to thank me. Your father thanked me before he died."

This happened a long time ago.