Planting Yggdrasil's Offshoot for the Elves!
Ein stopped and stared at the High Elf's face. At a glance, she's the spitting image of Nayta, after all. But upon closer inspection, they were completely different.
Ein's gaze went down to her attire, which looked like clothes made directly out of large leaves, exposing a lot of her skin. After his gaze landed on her pitiful chest, however, Ein quickly muttered. "No, you're not Nayta..."
"For your information, my figure is like this because Yggdrasil's influence is too low in this region."
As if noticing the meaning behind his gaze, the High Elf muttered in dissatisfaction.
"No, sorry, I don't mean to offend you. It's just that you look so similar to someone I know," Ein quickly explained, clearing up the misunderstanding.
When the High Elf heard his words, however, her eyebrows raised. "Looks like me? Is she an elf too?"
"Yes."
"Then she might have the bloodline of High Elves. I wouldn't know for sure without seeing her, however."