"My...surname?"

Leon was incredibly puzzled; she had never thought about this question before.

Because she was born without a surname.

Ever since she was driven out by those so-called 'clan members', she has been wandering aimlessly in the human world.

Driven by a strong sense of justice, she is like a wandering knight-errant, roaming the world alone and making her home wherever she goes.

They were enthusiastic about punishing the wicked and eliminating evil, and robbing the rich to help the poor.

Those humans you save might even turn on you, repaying you with hatred and anger.

But upon seeing her long, pointed ears, their attitude changes drastically because she is an elf.

So she put on a mask and a hood.

They hid the race that they found disgusting.

Doing the right thing requires neither race nor name.

And so, several decades passed in the human world.

Having witnessed all human emotions: joy, fear, happiness, disgust...

It's like a vast, intricately woven net, trapping everyone within it.

She, however, is an outsider observing this vast network.

Until one day, she came to the Empire disguised.

Just as they were preparing to rescue a group of demi-humans imprisoned by humans from the port,

She saw a little girl.

The little girl stood on the bear-man's broad shoulders, waving her arms excitedly, her eyes sparkling.

The bear-man, like a wild beast, charged into the crowd of demi-human traffickers, knocking them away and scattering them. He could even clearly hear the sound of bones breaking.

The little girl saved the demi-humans and kindly shared her food with them.

Even though those demi-humans are beasts that humans cannot communicate with, she treats them all the same.

It seemed as if they were ignoring racial prejudice.

Leon could sense that the little girl truly regarded those demi-humans as humans she could communicate with.

And... what about me?

At that moment, Leon remembered herself.

An elf without a surname, or even a given name.

So she was driven out by the elves and her fellow humans.

Ironically, even the elves didn't consider her one of their own, but humans treated her with utmost respect because of her long, pointed ears.

As I was bowing my head and forcing a smile, I felt someone tug at my trouser leg.

The adorable little girl stood in front of her, looked up, and stretched out her little hand to offer her a piece of bread.

“Are you very hungry? Mr. Helnarson said you’ve been staring at us for a long time.”

Leon's heart skipped a beat.

As if guided by some unseen force, she removed her hood and mask.

She wanted to see how the little girl in front of her would react when she saw herself clearly.

But the other party remained calm, seemingly unsurprised that he was an elf.

He struggled to raise his hand, but the bread in his hand was still pointing towards him.

"You're an elf? But elves also need to eat."

Leon took the bread in a daze, and then saw the little girl's happy smile.

Sunlight shone on her face, and a hazy halo appeared behind her.

"My name is Lia. What's your name?"

"..."

I have no name.

"You are pretty, but not as good-looking as my brother."

"I love the way you look up, so everyone can see your eyes, which are as beautiful as emeralds."

...

"Can I name you?"

"Hold your head high, lift your face, from now on, I'll call you Leon!"

In a daze, Leon suddenly came back to her senses.

She took a few steps back, becoming wary.

Hallucination, when?

The moment Leon looked up, her gaze met that of the crow.

The crow's single eye still gleamed with an eerie and sinister light.

"I see."

Victor nodded, as if he understood perfectly, and put his hands in his pockets.

"They were driven out by the elves because they had no surname."

"No wonder, you are an elf, yet you hate other elves so much."

But at the same time, Viktor also began to have doubts.

Why does Leon, an elf born from the same tree, not have a surname or a given name?

Could it be that, in the eyes of the Tree of Adrien, she was a defective product?

He quietly observed Leon.

Leon lowered her body slightly, looking at Victor with her clear, emerald-like eyes.

It shone brightly under the moonlight.

"Yes, they are indeed very beautiful eyes."

"I never doubt Leah's taste."

Leon just looked at him and said calmly:

"And then, you learned all this."

"What do you intend to do to me?"

Viktor did not respond, nor did he make the slightest movement.

He stood there calmly, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, Leon froze.

She felt a warm embrace from behind.

A gentle breeze blew by, pulling down Leon's hood and revealing her blonde hair and pointed ears.

Her flowing blonde hair swayed in the air, while Leon nestled blankly in that warm embrace, unsure how to react.

Until a gentle voice rang in her ear:

“Child, you have suffered (in Elvish).

Elves are supposed to be an equal race, and since they have no material needs, they naturally have no class distinctions.

Even the Elf Queen cannot use her status to bully other elves at will.

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