In this tranquility, an elder slowly stepped out from the crowd, her gaze deep and full of wisdom.
She paused and scrutinized David, her brow slightly furrowed, seemingly contemplating something.
After a moment, she slowly spoke, "May I ask which prince you are?"
A glimmer flashed in the elder's eyes, sensing the strong and pure power of nature emanating from David.
The surrounding elves began to discuss in whispers, many with doubt and anticipation.
"Prince?"
David was startled, realizing what these elves had mistaken.
Relying on the system to obtain the elf bloodline, it was absolutely the purest, close to the source.
Perhaps, even the true elf royal bloodline within this Mist Forest wasn't as pure as his.
"I come from outside the Mist Forest."
"Although I indeed wield the power of nature, I am not your prince."
David spoke solemnly, not wanting to be misunderstood.
All the elves were startled, clearly not expecting this outcome.
