A legendary blacksmith.

"I present to you, Fy, the last monarch."

"..." Silence dominates the room as a supreme pilot after pronouncing this sentence.

Everyone looked at the girl, who seemed to be only twenty years old, with suspicious eyes, not that they doubted Alvine's words, but because of the plot, that was not even funny anymore.

'She's not like us. This girl may not have a physical body, but she is not a spiritual entity. What is she exactly?' Zakiel frowns at Alvine's new guest as he stares at her with deep green eyes.

But unlike him and the others, Feyre was not as patient as them.

"You mean...that this girl is the spirit of this planet? I don't understand. Isn't this planet supposed to be your territory? How is it that he is endowed with a spirit?" Despite Alvine's previous answer, she still had trouble believing what she had heard.

But instead of Alvine, it was the girl who explained nonchalantly. But instead of doing it with words, she did it with deeds.