"To be honest, I don't think this is a good idea."
Driving the carriage along a desolate, isolated path, the Elf Scout's tone was filled with helplessness. Currently, they were moving through a barren wilderness. Everywhere they looked, there seemed to be no trace of life. The forest in the distance had long since wilted, and where once there had been farmland, now there remained only dreary, barren soil.
This was the Land of Dead Silence.
Long ago, it was the fiefdom of a noble. At that time, the Earl was facing a crisis of succession. He had only one daughter and no sons, and his brother had a covetous eye on his title and land. Then, a handsome young man approached the Earl, claiming that he was a noble from a distant kingdom, hoping to marry the Earl's daughter.