"The Chosen One?"
On the terrace, Emilia, who was speaking alone with Luviya, finally felt slightly relieved after finishing the conversation. The girl with pointed ears looked at the gaslit city from the terrace, at the night sky shrouded in black fog. Although her earlier answer to Grandma Keesara at the Clan Holy Land was that she did not want to become the Chosen One, she hesitated to reject Luviya's inquiry now.
Recalling the city's distress she witnessed last Sunday night while out with Shard, remembering the burning city and the monsters everywhere, and recalling the two Elf Hero statues she recently saw in Creekland at the foot of Vulture Mountain, she felt her thoughts had changed somewhat:
"I still don't want to bear it, but if you need me to draw the sword again... can I think about it?"
"Of course, until the last moment, you have time to ponder."
Luviya spoke softly, patting her shoulder:
