Taylor's eyes were filled with intense shock.
If it had just been a coincidence with the name, she might not have thought much of it, but everything about this person radiated elegance and nobility.
Not to mention the faint, divine-like aura emanating from her, which no ordinary elf could possess!
Elarielle nodded gently.
"It's just an empty title."
Walter immediately became tense.
As expected, Taylor turned to him, her gaze filled with curiosity.
"Walter, is there something you haven't told me?"
Walter hurriedly waved his hands, speaking sincerely.
"Taylor, I swear by the blood of the Shadow race, I've told you no lies!"
He hadn't lied; he truly had found a position in Dalton.
Although the authority of this position far exceeded normal boundaries.
After a moment, the three of them sat down in a quiet tea room.
"…So you're saying that after falling into the Forgotten Ravine, not only did you survive, but you also gained even greater strength?"
