“Now, you know how to read and understand the ancient language of the elven race.” Gie spoke as he sat straight up in his chair while he looked at Leui. “So, did you find something about how to resurrect the mother tree or any clue on how to call it?” he asked him.
“Ah! That’s right! That’s right!” Mhir suddenly exclaimed when she remembered this matter. “Now, Leui can read the ancient language of the elven race!” she said as she brightly smiled. “Leui, how about the scythe? What does it say?” she asked as she looked at the scythe that is lying on Leui’s lap.
“Oh… now that you mention it…” Leui muttered as he held the scythe and placed it on the table.
Everyone immediately lowered their heads to scrutinize it, especially the handle of the scythe where the symbols that are the ancient la
