"Did you hear that, Elina?"
Leon's expression turned serious the moment he caught the faint voice.
Elina nodded and looked around warily. "I heard it, Young Master. It sounds like someone is in danger. Are we going to help?"
She didn't dare act rashly, choosing not to lead Leon directly toward the source of the sound, unsure if it was a trap.
Humans rarely entered this forest—it was almost impossible, except from the southern side near the intercity trade route.
However, that path was quite far from the forest's edge, and no sane person would venture deeper unless they had a death wish.
Besides, they were on the northern side of the forest, far from the southern route.
As for the possibility of it being an Elf's voice, Elina remained doubtful. Even if she and Leon were lost, she was sure the Elven race's territory was still far from here.
The chance was low, but not entirely impossible.
