"But it's hard for people to believe and accept experiences they haven't personally experienced."

The only lesson history teaches people is that people have never learned any lessons from history.

This statement is certainly biased, but it also reveals the nature of living things very well. If you have never experienced pain yourself, you probably won't understand how heavy the pain is.

Human beings question authority, challenge rules, break everything, and believe that they are unique. This is the foolishness of life, but also the vitality of life, so fascinating and crazy.

"arrive."

As they chatted, they arrived at a dining hall at the High Tower Academy. It had a white, curved dome, and a spring of melted snow flowed down one side of the hall. Next to the dining table was an enormous window, flanked by lush green vines, dotted with small, unknown white flowers.

There were not many people in the restaurant in the afternoon. Only a few students were eating here. They were wearing black robes with edges and talking in low voices. Occasionally, the sound of porcelain plates and knives and forks colliding could be heard in the empty hall.

"Two servings of grilled avocado, both with grapefruit sparkling juice." The elven sage ordered Loran Hill's portion as well.

"Okay, wait a moment." The staff member took note, nodded, and began to prepare.

"Please sit down for a while. Actually, I want to talk to you for a while." The elf sage sat down.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself properly yet."

"My name is Vestena, a forest elf. I'm one of the fifteen seats of the Emerald Court and the forest elf's representative in the Sages' Council."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, the Great Sage of Clancia, the Unfallen Star, the Witch of the Eternal Wind, Loranhill."