Olive's perspective

"...fuuuck... this is seriously the last time I'm helping some fucking idiot who thinks he could just go sightseeing in the fucking Envys territory, seriously..."

Olive, the oldest elf in the hidden elven village in the heart of the Great northern forest sighed with exhaustion and stretched his back before leaning back against the bark of a millennium-old tree.

The old elf who still looked as if he didn't reach anywhere near thirty years old for human standards was doing his duty as the sole guardian of the elven village set up in the very edge of the territory of his species's worst enemy.

Sometimes the ways of the system are truly hard to comprehend, and the reason why in the ancient past Olive and the few other escapees of the Envy tyranny received a quest to settle in such a dangerous area was definitely one of those times.