Yngwie stared at the female elf for a long time. Regardless of whether it was her beautiful features or her seductive figure, all of it was brimming with feminine charm. Her emerald eyes shimmered with a seductive light, and her blue dress hugged her voluptuous figure to perfection. Even as an old man who had lost interest in women several centuries ago, Yngwie's eyes still lit up at the sight of such an exquisite beauty.
However, he almost collapsed from horror after hearing "her" voice.
"Young Master?" Yngwie stared at the female elf with a twisted and uncertain expression. That voice just then belonged to Blour.
