The Anmur spies answered the questions of the Envoy of the Night before them nervously... Hill could recognize who this woman was at a glance, let alone those living in this country.
The ruler of the Ancient Night Temple was rolling on the ground under Shaer's whipping before their eyes, and the fact that Iltmara did not eliminate all the witnesses directly meant something everyone understood.
It was too incredible!
Even Shaer was unwilling to offend these strange extraplanar elves... No one would believe this concession was for a bunch of little fairies, even if that young queen was a demigod nearly equivalent to a lower rank divine power.
The innate defect of the little fairies' spirit determined their upper limit, and their struggles have always been among themselves.
Whether it's the Sorrowful and Angry Fairies or Joyous Fairies fighting to the death, it basically has nothing to do with humans.
