Even the most oblivious Undead Tribe knew to see the disbelief on the red-haired giant's face: "There are still elves who dare to mingle with Lansendel?
You guys aren't descendants of Coron, are you?
But I can feel his Divine Power flowing within you!
Could it be that the Father of Elves has been deceived into stupidity? Impossible, right? Even Rose couldn't do that, that... hmm... who could do that?"
Lansendel beside Hill let out an angry cry, pale golden flames blazing furiously on its beautiful feathers.
He never thought that elves would naturally hate him... Although, to be honest, the last Elf Empire was destroyed because of him, but it was a decision made by him and his friends together... They clearly understood the consequences of failure.
The more precious the desired thing, the greater the price to be paid.
They just didn't expect that what they wanted would surpass the world's bottom line, leading to their total annihilation.
