In a corner of the flower hill in Daylight Prairie, there was a crowd crowded around something... or someone?

Smooth white hair tied neatly at the nape of the neck, long ears behind short curls symbolize the Elf clan. His face was indifferent but it is as beautiful as a girl's, he was surrounded by men trying to flirt with him.

Witch was quietly standing far away from the bustle of the crowd in front of him. His curious face squinted his eyes, trying to see the appearance of the strange Elf looming behind the crowd.

"Well... looks like there's new "prey" today."

Witch smirked, secretly laughing inside. He raised his eyebrows with interest, step by step approaching the crowd.