The treehouse was silent.
One could hear the faint sounds from the organs in jars and bottles.
The beating of a heart, the rumbling of a stomach, the trembling of an eye stalk, the breathing of gills... and the noise made by the rocking of a wicker chair.
Creek, creek, creek—
That annoying sound was particularly piercing in the quiet space, drilling into Svanni's ears one after another.
"..."
The aloof Elf's eyes trembled slightly; for the first time, she raised her eyes and looked directly at the leisurely white-haired boy in front of her.
Beauty no less than an Elf's, with pure, crystal-clear light gray eyes, hair as pure and white as if blessed, and a half-dry, slightly translucent silk robe.
Rather than resembling a Holy Professional Prison Warden managing a prison, he seemed more like a noble youth who would appear at aristocratic balls.
Moreover, the devilish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth only added a carefree air to this noble scion.
