The Elf Saintess, Now a Substitute, Doesn't Want to Die

After Ragnarok, the World Tree withered, and the elven race it had sheltered fell into decline.

Their long lives and beautiful appearances had once been envied by countless races. But after losing their Mother Goddess's protection, those same traits became their most eye-catching selling points at auctions.

Before long, the races of the Origin Continent were swept up in a craze for capturing elves. Catching just one elf was enough to keep a beggar fed and clothed for generations.

The peace-loving elves had lost their proud divine arts, leaving them so helpless that even the lowliest goblin could capture them with ease.

The enormous temptation of low risk and high reward, practically a business with no startup costs, hastened the elves' extinction.

A thousand years later, the once-glorious elves had vanished completely, becoming the highest-priced slaves and little more than legend.

Qing, the world's last elven saintess, didn't want to become someone's substitute, and she didn't want to die...

(A little tragic. Well, maybe a little...)