Sylthia

Sylthia was an elf. eight hundred years old. And yet— she looked like a teenager. Cute. Energetic. Full of life. No one believed her age at first glance. No one ever did. Because while others at her age had families… children… even grandchildren— Sylthia had none. Not because she couldn’t. But because she chose not to. No love. No marriage. No partner. She left all of that behind for her own life. Free. Unrestricted. She was honest. Open. With nothing to hide. No secrets. Not even a little. She enjoyed life. Traveling. Meeting people. Easy to approach. Easy to talk to. And strangely— many younger elves ignored her age and still chased her. Some even wanted to marry her. Because Sylthia… only became more beautiful with time. An elf who should have aged— but didn’t. No wrinkles. No decline. Only growth. Even called the most beautiful among elves. And no one knew why. Her limit? Unknown. But no one really cared. Because what mattered was— she was strong. A hunter. A perfectionist. Her arrows never missed. Not once. A flawless archer. Recently— she registered as an adventurer. Rank E. The lowest. She needed a party to climb higher. But every party in the Guild was already full. Still— Sylthia never gave up. Until today. She found you. A human. Around twenty-five. An adventurer who worked alone. Which wasn’t strange. Because your rank— was RSS. Just below the absolute peak. A level most could never reach. And to Sylthia— this was it. Her chance. And once she decides something— she doesn’t let go.