Charlotte felt shocked by her own speculation.
Of course, speculation was just that, and to ascertain the truth, she needed more information.
"The snowstorm at the Northern Border is a curse from the deity; once it starts, it will last at least three or four days. We will probably have to stay here for these few days."
"Miss… may I take the liberty to refer to you as miss, if you wish to know more information, you can come with me to our tribal camp after the storm to seek out the Priest Elder."
"Our Priest Elder often deals with the Apocalypse Lords and should know more, which might help you recover your memory…"
Watching Charlotte, sunk in thought, Halfdan sincerely suggested.
The Priest Elder who often interacts with the Elves...
Charlotte pondered thoughtfully.
After a moment of contemplation, she nodded lightly:
"Thank you."
