You Will Become Their Hero!

Sylvie gazed at Leonhardt, her body still icy cold from the atmosphere. Yet she slapped her cheeks and thumped her chest with her fist. 'Move!' she shouted in her mind. 'Don't be scared!' Sylvie wanted power—she wanted to be acknowledged.

Because her bloodline wasn't pure, because she could not see spirits, she and her mother were kicked out of the forest... 

A harsh life without enough money or food followed.

Her father was away, fighting to earn a living in foreign lands. 

What could a young elf with mediocre mana and lacking physical strength hope for in this world where power, bloodline and authority ruled all?

"Leonhardt..." Her voice hoarse as if she swallowed a thousand blades.

Yet he didn't treat her like Erina or Diamond...

"Take your time, Sylvie. Like I taught you, slowly fill your throat with mana and find the spots that ache or feel painful and apply several layers."