"Yes, but so what? The war is coming, and even as an elf, I cannot avoid the coming of death. After all, my destiny is coming. Perhaps, if I didn't agree to their request, I could stay with the infinite beauty of nature until they no longer exist, but I am so lucky to meet such a group of precious friends." The elf with long chestnut hair took out the handmade notepad he carried with him and wrote in the last article.
This sentence is the last word of the elf. In the end, he did not carry the notepad with him, but received it in a trustworthy place, as well as his unrefined cowhide satchel that he once disliked. But where they ended up being buried in dust, no one can tell. And, who knows?
Motto: "True courage lies not in killing, but in when to forgive"