"That's indeed true," Isolde replied. "But we still have a few items made from its remains. A number of influential elven families have such things in their possession."
Mira raised a brow. "Is that so? Who are you really, then? Someone important?" she asked with a smirk.
Isolde's pointed ears turned pink. "Um... not really."
Mira kept smiling. "You're going to have to tell us eventually, but I suppose you want to tell him first."
Isolde's blush spread to her cheeks, though she eventually nodded. Mira didn't press her further, finding her reaction rather amusing.
Whenever Mira had little to do, and often before she went to bed, she would spend some time sorting through the memories Elion had shared with her through the Harem Seal.
It was difficult to remember so much information received in a fleeting moment, but bits and pieces still came to her in fragments. One of those fragments had revealed that Isolde wasn't an ordinary elf, but a High Elf.
