Suspicion
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Selma Payne's POV:
I explained my idea to everyone, and everyone felt that it was worth a try. My father nodded in agreement, so we immediately met the Council of Elders.
Even though it was late at night, the interim government was still brightly lit, and the staff members were constantly carrying various documents or materials in a hurry. At this critical moment, they were the ones who supported the basic skeleton of the government, allowing the core of the elven race to survive in the open and secret struggles of the rulers.
The elders seemed to be exhausted all the time. I believed I would also be mentally and physically exhausted if I were them. In terms of age, they must have experienced the golden age of the elven race's prosperity when they were young. However, when they were old, they found their home seemed to be just like them, aging and fragile with time. This gap was really like a dream.