Dorothy's POV:
The days I spent alone in the elven territory were boring. Besides the endless number of visitors, I had a good time.
Many people came to 'visit' me and were all here for my 'prophecy'. I knew this was related to the Council of Elders, but I couldn't be bothered to argue with them. Since they were so fickle and did one thing in front of me and another behind my back, they must have been prepared to be devoured by fate, right?
I sent most of the visitors away perfunctorily, but I still had to deal with a few of them slowly.
For example, the handsome youth in front of me, the Crown Prince of the elven race.
Although the werewolves were also considered a race with a long lifespan, they did not live as long as the elves. Even their appearances were blessed by time. Thus, I felt a bit of a contrast to a sixty-year-old who still looked like he had just returned from middle school.
