"Huh?"
I blinked twice, my eyes scanning the words on the page.
One name immediately caught my attention.
Princess Viessa Teraquin.
A flick of my wrist, and the book vanished from the shelf, appearing in my hand thanks to Samara's ability. My gaze drifted to the cover. It was a historical account of the Blood Moon War.
"Viessa..." I murmured under my breath.
Was this just a coincidence?
My mind immediately began piecing together an absurd theory—what if this Viessa was the same as the one I had met?
But that war happened five hundred years ago.
Could elves even live that long? I knew their lifespans far surpassed most other races, but half a millennium? That seemed... excessive. If it really was her, she should have been dead centuries ago.
No, I was probably overthinking it. Maybe Viessa was just a common elven name.
