No matter what others said, she was unwilling to use her abilities again; she didn't want to experience a life where she already knew the outcomes.
The Elf Queen, Hernfurry, looked lovingly at her daughter. She was the only elf who could truly understand Yilinrui's feelings. It was a night seven hundred seventy-seven years ago when she had a long talk with her daughter.
"Your name is Yilinrui, not some other phrase. Focus on this name, not the title in front of it," she said. "Just like my name is Hernfurry, not the Elf Queen."
The next day, Yilinrui once again used her prophetic abilities. She stayed in the Secret Realm of the "Beacon" for a long time, long enough to worry all the elves. When she finally left there, she had lost her incomparable beauty and had become extremely frail. Moreover, the magical power that once surged through her was completely gone.
However, her face bore a smile, a smile of relief from the heart. She weakly said, "I have foreseen..."
