The next day, Godfrey arrived at the Pendragon Mansion and went for the woods in the mountainous region, where nature thrived. He had not been here for over a year now.
He arrived at the edge of a cliff, gazing down at the small town in the valley below. A diagram flared up beside him, and Lysander walked out.
When he saw the small town in the valley, he stiffened for a moment.
He could see his daughter chatting with another elf. Her smile was bright, and though his eyes softened sadly, a smile appeared on his face.
"Don't you think she should know that you're alive?" Godfrey folded his arms.
"How do I serve if I return to my people? I was their chief, they relied on me. If I return, it might pose a problem to my service."
"Why are you so loyal, Lysander? I'm just nineteen, and you're like a thousand. I used you to fight for a cause that isn't truly yours. So why?"
