After the audition, Joshua and Ciri left the Fallosi Mansion first, and Mrs. Nishizawa held a send-off party for the cast of the Black Swan Theater Company, wishing them a smooth first film shoot.

As a member of the Black Swan Theatre Company, Tyrin did not attend the brief gathering, and although she had been with the Black Swan Theatre for several years, she did not know many people in the troupe.

After following the maids to tidy up the rehearsal space for the Black Swan Theater, Tyren returned to her room.

Her room in the Falosi Mansion wasn't big, just big enough for a bed and desk.

She can be said to be the lowest in the Black Swan troupe, which is the so-called trickster, and only when some actresses in the troupe are temporarily unable to play, she has the opportunity to appear on stage.

As soon as she returned to her room, she lay directly on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

As an elf, her talent for magic and bows and arrows is far beyond ordinary people, and even after leaving the Black Swan Troupe, she can rely on these to find decent work.

But she stayed in this troupe for one purpose, and for a simple purpose, that is, to be famous.

Her pursuit of fame is not for her own status and wealth, but for the sake of her community.

Tyren stretched out her hand, and a seed as white as frost and snow appeared in her palm, the seed that the elves called the 'World Tree'.

Each elven race guards a World Tree, and when the World Tree collapses, it is also declared that this elven race is extinct, and the surviving elves will not only lose all their power, but also have no right to have their own surname.

As Tyren took a closer look at the seed, the door to her room was pushed open, and an elven girl with a black inscription on her body walked in.

"You shouldn't show your face in front of that guy, Tyrene."

Frey looked at her only friend of the same race in the Falosi Mansion with some concern, and at the beginning of the audition for the Black Swan Theater Company, she had reminded Terrin countless times to give up the trial.

It's a pity that this elf friend, who was naturally optimistic to the point of being a little overdone, didn't listen to her persuasion at all, and still walked on the stage of the audition.

"He's a dangerous demon! And it seems to be peeking at the ancient trees of our clan! You've forgotten how your people ...... in the first place."

Frey repeated the danger of Qiao Xiu, but she suddenly calmed down in the middle of the last sentence, because her next words were undoubtedly poking her friend in the sore spot.

"It's okay Frey, as far as I can remember, our clan hasn't been attacked by demons, and we're not orcs."

Tyren shook her head to indicate that she was not affected, and she stared at the World Tree in her hand, which had turned into seeds, which meant that her race, the Frost Elves, had been extinct more than ten years ago.

She can be said to be the last remaining frost elf in the world, and the only remaining hope of the frost elf.

"All I remember that day was a gray mist......"

Tyren recalls the scene from more than ten years ago, and her voice, which was still full of vitality, finally trembles a little.

"I didn't know what it was, and when I came back to my senses, everyone was swallowed up in the fog......"

Remembering this, the elf girl covered her forehead, and her slender figure trembled slightly.

Horrific memories kept rushing through her mind like a flood that had opened the floodgates, and once she remembered it, she couldn't forget it.

"It's okay Tylene!"

Seeing that her friend was not right, Frey immediately reached out and hugged her trembling body.

"The Kuroki Clan welcomes you at any time, and our patriarch will accept you when you return to Farrosi this time."

Frey uses calming magic to soothe her friend, and after a while Tyrene recovers from her terrifying memories.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I still have the responsibility to make this World Tree grow again."

The frost elf pondered the seeds in his hands that exuded a cold breath, and every elven race guarded a world tree, and as long as there were seeds, the world tree would eventually grow again.

"But Tyrin... That's something that only a god can do! Frey said.

For the elves, the World Tree is equivalent to a god-like existence, and the black ancient tree that the Kuroki clan believes in is fed by the beliefs of the Kuroki elves for generations.

Therefore, the prosperity of an elven race is closely related to the prosperity of the World Tree, and the stronger the World Tree, the larger the elven race it guards.

The Frost Elves had long since been wiped out by that unknown catastrophe, and only the faith of one of the Frost Elves was left, and only the faith of the Frost Elves could not even germinate the seeds of the World Tree, let alone grow into towering ancient trees.

Gathering faith is a power that only gods can possess.

"Not necessarily, our race's World Tree has merged with me."

With a slight grip on her hand, the seed of the World Tree vanished in the palm of her hand.

"I guess I just have to make whoever likes me."

The frost elf didn't know what to do at the moment, but when some men were attracted to her because of her appearance, Tyren felt that the World Tree seed that housed inside her seemed to be nourished in some way.

She didn't know if it was a delusion, but she wasn't going to give up her race so easily.

"Who likes you... That's why you are so stubborn to stay in the Black Swan Troupe? But... Taryn, you don't have a talent for acting. ”

The talent without acting is praised, this frost elf has never participated in the performance, and Mrs. Nishizawa will keep her in the Black Swan Troupe, completely considering the face of the Black Wood Elf clan.

"You don't have to have a talent for acting, I'm still very confident in my singing voice, so... Will definitely find a way. ”

Tyren snorted softly as she spoke, the frost elf's voice was indeed very nice.

But to become a qualified singer, it is useless to have a good voice, and at most to be a bard like her.

But would anyone really worship the bard? No one knows the answer, because there are very few well-known bards in this world.

"Hmm... Will definitely find a way. ”

Looking at the faint smile on the face of her frost elf friend, Frey couldn't say anything to hit her, and if her own group all died overnight, Frei wouldn't be as optimistic as this frost elf.

Before he knew it, the Frost Elf hummed the song Let·It·Go again, and the calm voice echoed through the small room.