(Inside Craig's equipment shop)
Craig: Have you tried all the equipment you bought from me?
Ayako: Yes, I did! They were in good condition.
Craig: Glad to hear that! Though it's expected, considering the quality I provide my customers. (arrogant laugh) Before you leave, could you give me your swords so I can check them for you?
Ayako: (her expression changes) Sorry, but I can't do that.
Craig: (small smile) Anyway, next week will be a turning point for you, young lady! Are you ready for it?
Ayako: Stupid questions again… (serious look) I'm always ready!
Craig: Wonderful! That's the positivity we need.
Ayako: Thank you for everything you've done for me these past months, I'll never forget it. I hope we meet again!
Narrator: After six long months, everyone became happier, more confident, and better looking than ever before—something even the most optimistic people never thought would happen. After half a year of alliance with the Dragon Empire, the quiet village witnessed remarkable development.
But the alliance wasn't easy. It required meeting three conditions.
Morio: Are you serious? (smiles) Thank you so much for that, Your Majesty. So, what are the three conditions?
Emperor: First, it will become part of our city, Nedrash. That means your new mayor will be Wyvern.
Morio: But what will happen to the current mayor?
Emperor: He will remain the mayor in front of the people, but above him, there will always be a voice greater than his.
Mayor: It's alright, Morio. Don't worry, this is all for our people.
Emperor: The second condition—you could even call it a privilege:
The sons of the quiet village can become adventurers under our empire, and we will protect them as if they were our own children.
The third condition… I'll tell you in private.
Narrator: A new era had begun!
On top of a mountain… Morio and Minoru are standing.
Minoru: What's the matter, old man? Why did you ask me to meet you here?
Morio: Sit first!
Minoru: (sighs, then sits)
Morio: Can you use magic?
Minoru: What do you mean?
Morio: Just answer the question!
Minoru: I don't know! My skills are too limited, and I can't call them magical power because I don't belong to any of the basic elements. That's why I trained my body—to make up for my weaknesses.
Morio: I've always told you that you're special, but I think now is the right time to tell you why.
Minoru: Does it have something to do with my origin?
Morio: Of course. Let me tell you the truth—it won't take long.
Your origins are from Adorestia, "the green land," specifically from the western shore, which was home to the most beautiful and powerful race. They're also known as the successors of Spyravel—the elves.
In short, you are not human. You are an elf!
Narrator: At that very moment, everything Minoru had gone through in life flashed before him for a second.
Minoru: (holding his head, breathing heavily, then suddenly collapses)
A few seconds later, he opens his eyes and says
"Is this a dream?" (he hears footsteps approaching him)
A warm and beautiful voice addresses him, and all he can see is the figure of a woman with a blurred face. But suddenly, her head falls, and blood splatters everywhere.
Narrator: He noticed that she had been under the control of an unknown, destructive force, like a doll made of straw. And then suddenly…
Voice: I am waiting for you!
(He shuts his eyes before he can see who that voice belongs to.)
He opens his eyes again and regains consciousness.
Morio: Can you hear me? Hey!
Minoru: (unable to speak)
Morio: (sighs) Anyway, what I want to say is that you must accept this, even if it's shocking. Understood!?
Minoru: (nods slowly in understanding)
Morio: But what worries me—and what's going to be a real challenge for you—is that you may be the last elf left in the world. From what makes sense to me, by the time I found you, I had heard that the Elf King had killed all of his race. Because the world gets so little information from Adorestia, which is a mysterious land, no one really knows the true reason.
Minoru: (speaking with difficulty) But why don't I look like an elf? I look like a human.
Morio: Honestly, I don't know why. But beyond your appearance, it's your power that makes me certain you belong to that race.
I once read in an old book that those who belong to the elf race are born with one of ten magical techniques. One of those techniques is Rift—the very technique you've been using in battle.
I know this may be shocking, but you need to know this before going to the test.
Minoru: But what should I do about it?
Morio: You must find your own way. Because if you use the Rift technique, you might be arrested—or even killed.
Minoru: I had so much time to prepare… Why are you only telling me the truth when I have no time left?
Morio: (laughs) If you're truly special, you'll find the solution within seconds.
(puts his right hand on Minoru's shoulder) I believe in you! I believe in the child I raised and taught everything I could. The introverted, arrogant child—that's who you are. That's your true self. Don't lose it!
(Inside Craig's equipment shop)
Craig: Have you tried all the equipment you bought from me?
Ayako: Yes, I did! They were in good condition.
Craig: Glad to hear that! Though it's expected, considering the quality I provide my customers. (arrogant laugh) Before you leave, could you give me your swords so I can check them for you?
Ayako: (her expression changes) Sorry, but I can't do that.
Craig: (small smile) Anyway, next week will be a turning point for you, young lady! Are you ready for it?
Ayako: Stupid questions again… (serious look) I'm always ready!
Craig: Wonderful! That's the positivity we need.
Ayako: Thank you for everything you've done for me these past months, I'll never forget it. I hope we meet again!
Narrator: After six long months, everyone became happier, more confident, and better looking than ever before—something even the most optimistic people never thought would happen. After half a year of alliance with the Dragon Empire, the quiet village witnessed remarkable development.
But the alliance wasn't easy. It required meeting three conditions.
Morio: Are you serious? (smiles) Thank you so much for that, Your Majesty. So, what are the three conditions?
Emperor: First, it will become part of our city, Nedrash. That means your new mayor will be Wyvern.
Morio: But what will happen to the current mayor?
Emperor: He will remain the mayor in front of the people, but above him, there will always be a voice greater than his.
Mayor: It's alright, Morio. Don't worry, this is all for our people.
Emperor: The second condition—you could even call it a privilege:
The sons of the quiet village can become adventurers under our empire, and we will protect them as if they were our own children.
The third condition… I'll tell you in private.
Narrator: A new era had begun!
On top of a mountain… Morio and Minoru are standing.
Minoru: What's the matter, old man? Why did you ask me to meet you here?
Morio: Sit first!
Minoru: (sighs, then sits)
Morio: Can you use magic?
Minoru: What do you mean?
Morio: Just answer the question!
Minoru: I don't know! My skills are too limited, and I can't call them magical power because I don't belong to any of the basic elements. That's why I trained my body—to make up for my weaknesses.
Morio: I've always told you that you're special, but I think now is the right time to tell you why.
Minoru: Does it have something to do with my origin?
Morio: Of course. Let me tell you the truth—it won't take long.
Your origins are from Adorestia, "the green land," specifically from the western shore, which was home to the most beautiful and powerful race. They're also known as the successors of Spyravel—the elves.
In short, you are not human. You are an elf!
Narrator: At that very moment, everything Minoru had gone through in life flashed before him for a second.
Minoru: (holding his head, breathing heavily, then suddenly collapses)
A few seconds later, he opens his eyes and says
"Is this a dream?" (he hears footsteps approaching him)
A warm and beautiful voice addresses him, and all he can see is the figure of a woman with a blurred face. But suddenly, her head falls, and blood splatters everywhere.
Narrator: He noticed that she had been under the control of an unknown, destructive force, like a doll made of straw. And then suddenly…
Voice: I am waiting for you!
(He shuts his eyes before he can see who that voice belongs to.)
He opens his eyes again and regains consciousness.
Morio: Can you hear me? Hey!
Minoru: (unable to speak)
Morio: (sighs) Anyway, what I want to say is that you must accept this, even if it's shocking. Understood!?
Minoru: (nods slowly in understanding)
Morio: But what worries me—and what's going to be a real challenge for you—is that you may be the last elf left in the world. From what makes sense to me, by the time I found you, I had heard that the Elf King had killed all of his race. Because the world gets so little information from Adorestia, which is a mysterious land, no one really knows the true reason.
Minoru: (speaking with difficulty) But why don't I look like an elf? I look like a human.
Morio: Honestly, I don't know why. But beyond your appearance, it's your power that makes me certain you belong to that race.
I once read in an old book that those who belong to the elf race are born with one of ten magical techniques. One of those techniques is Rift—the very technique you've been using in battle.
I know this may be shocking, but you need to know this before going to the test.
Minoru: But what should I do about it?
Morio: You must find your own way. Because if you use the Rift technique, you might be arrested—or even killed.
Minoru: I had so much time to prepare… Why are you only telling me the truth when I have no time left?
Morio: (laughs) If you're truly special, you'll find the solution within seconds.
(puts his right hand on Minoru's shoulder) I believe in you! I believe in the child I raised and taught everything I could. The introverted, arrogant child—that's who you are. That's your true self. Don't lose it!