An endless expanse of white snowfields. A biting wind, known as the breath of extreme cold.
In the northern lands, where an alliance of foreign tribes threatened the Dharma Empire. The Empire's expeditionary force, traversing that region, had stopped at a mountainside.
Because they had discovered something unexpected.
"Is there anyone who can interpret this language?!"
Jogildong, the Knight Commander and Grand Master of the Dharma Empire, Meister of all swords, and the eldest son of a family that had served as Knight Commander for three generations, spoke up.
Soon, a Dark Elf mage came and scanned it. On his chest, no less than nine rings were intertwined.
"Hmm, this is similar to the language we use."
"It's the Dark Elf language."
"But it's a bit different. If I had to say, perhaps Elfae?"
"Elfae? What's Elfae?"
At Jogildong's question, the Dark Elf mage chuckled.
