Five minutes passed, and the door to the room opened again, but this time it was no longer Shade who entered, but a fragile dark-red elf with a thin mouth, a tiny sharp chin and a small, almost flat nose. Not just thin, but haggard, in a torn dress and a leather collar, she nervously fiddled with a damp rag in her hands.

- Yes, you're kidding! - I involuntarily escaped when I stared in shock at this girl, hair color and expressive burgundy eyes incredibly similar to Longerin. - Olaf, if you can hear me, then know: I am very sorry that you have already died, because I want...