Chapter 115: High Elf (2)
I really don’t quite understand, Ketal thought.Though many thoughts raced through his mind, there was no way to know for certain at this moment.
Arkemis had satisfied her curiosity about Ketal, so now it was his turn.
“Then it’s my turn to ask you some questions,” Ketal said.
“Well... I suppose it is,” Arkemis said hesitantly. After a brief moment of consideration, she seemed to make a decision and spoke again. “I’m a High Elf.”
Ketal nodded slightly. She wasn’t an ordinary elf—she was a High Elf.
“As I said before, I’m special—” Arkemis suddenly paused.
High Elves were indeed special. They lived exclusively within Elfo Sagrado, the sacred land of elves, rarely venturing outside. Other than Arkemis herself, the last recorded appearance had been two hundred years ago, making them rarer than demons.
Yet, compared to the barbarian from the White Snowfield, High Elves seemed less unique. After all, barbarians from the White Snowfield appeared only in legends, having never been witnessed until now. Talking about her own special nature in front of Ketal felt strangely awkward, prompting Arkemis to shake her head slightly.
“Just like you, I didn’t intentionally hide it. I was just afraid you might reject me,” Arkemis continued.
“Is there any reason I would reject you because of that?” Ketal asked, genuinely puzzled. He couldn’t imagine why being a High Elf would cause rejection.
“I told you—I’m special.” Arkemis sighed softly. “Ketal, what do you think an elf is?”
“A long-lived being closely connected to nature,” Ketal replied.