Golden particles danced in the hall, as valiant elves appeared before Sofia like knights answering a summons.
She stared dumbfounded at the scene before her, clutching the sacred Goddess statue, not yet recovering her senses.
Until Demacia's smile suddenly turned somewhat cheeky, he chuckled and said:
"What do you think? Did I dazzle you?"
Sofia: ...
Her expression gradually cooled, and the slight surge of emotion she just felt instantly vanished.
"Sir Demacia, why must you speak?"
The girl said with an impassive face.
Looking at Sofia's cold expression, Demacia's smile froze on his face.
Their conversation was merely a small interlude.
After the elves suddenly appeared at the ball, the entire venue was instantly thrown into an uproar.
"Elves! By the Eternal Lord above! They're actually elves!"
"How did they get in?"
"Oh, heavens! They're actually armed!"
"Where are the guards? Where are the guards?"
