Otto suddenly lifted his head and looked toward the source of the sound, only to see an elf with a cold and clear appearance leaning against a large tree in front of him.
She was wearing a black skirt armor, leaning against the tree trunk, her hands casually folded across her chest, and her purplish-red gaze was fixed on the distant, misty smoke of battle.
However, although she was standing there, Otto only realized someone was waiting for him when she started speaking.
No, it couldn't be called realization.
Because even at this moment, even though Otto saw her, he still couldn't sense her presence!
Without a doubt, this was a being far more powerful than him!
And seeing the other's signature black skirt armor, along with her extremely rare dark silver hair among elves, Otto's expression instantly grew serious:
"Divine Favored of Life, Zero..."
Divine Favored Zero!
