"Greetings to you, great Elf Queen." Lynch paid his respects to the elf before him. He did not use the mage's etiquette, but instead, used the greeting of his hometown. The mage's etiquette was always filled with endless arrogance, which seemed inappropriate in front of the "Master of Time."
"Welcome, my friend." The Empress slightly nodded. She moved half a step to the side, her right hand traced an arc, making a gesture of "please," yet she remained silent.
The two walked deeper into the dense forest, encountering no other elves along the way, only the rustling of leaves accompanied them. The road beneath their feet was slippery after the light rain, but Lynch knew that before the first ray of dawn arrived, this heavenly dew would be completely absorbed by the Holy Forest, nourishing the land.
The Empress stopped before a green hedge. She waved her hand lightly, and the vines automatically parted to make way. A floating staircase approached and stopped in front of them.
