Chapter 35

Kingdom of Rustaval is in celebration. With the side of the pavement road decorated in glowing and colourful orb-like flowers, the people of Rustaval, elves and other races alike, left their homes to go to the palace to join in on that occasion.

A huge and spacious hall was used to house almost all the populace of the central elven kingdom; hence the celebration was pretty grand.

In the midst of the bustling hall filled with chattering and laughter, at the most isolated balcony near the end of the throne chair, Suna was staring blankly at the moon. Her light bluish ashen platinum hair, which was styled to freely hung on her back, is flowing softly upon being blown by the wind. The young girl looked concerned for something.

“You aren’t going to eat something?” A figure hover behind her, while casually holding a conversation with her.

Suna turned around to see Clairmont walking towards her; one hand holding a considerably big plate laden w