The Elf Princess approached the Old Elf King. After inheriting his power, the Old Elf King seemed to have aged decades, his face gaunt, his hair grey and dull, yet his bright blue eyes remained clear, embodying wisdom and a carefree spirit that saw through the world's troubles.
Though she was prepared for this, seeing her grandfather, who cared for her dearly since childhood, become like this, the Elf Princess couldn't help but have her eyes redden, her voice choked:
"Grandfather."
"Child, do not be sad."
The Old Elf King raised his withered hand gently placing it on the Elf Princess's head, his voice weak yet full of kindness:
"From now on, the Elf Race will be entrusted to you and Serranriel. Serranriel is still immature, and many matters will need your assistance in making decisions."
Upon hearing this, the Elf Princess pursed her lips, "Grandfather, I am sorry. I went against your and father's will by cooperating with the Dongfang Family."
The Old Elf King smiled and said:
