"Must I really agree to Archlord Emeric's conditions and completely submit to them?"
"If we follow Archlord Emeric and leave the Emerald Dream Realm, where will our race go from here?"
"The Dark Butterfly race cannot be enslaved, or we will never have a chance to turn things around."
Beneath Sophia's calm expression was a surging maelstrom of emotions.
The major factions of Chaos Continent were making frequent moves. Although Sophia didn't know what the higher-ups were plotting, anyone who wasn't a fool could see something big was about to happen.
This state of knowing a little but not the whole truth was the most tormenting.
Sophia had been constantly searching for a way out for the Dark Butterflies. Among the escape routes she had prepared, there were two best choices.
One was to wait for the child in her womb to be born. With its excellent bloodline, she could devote all her race's resources to nurturing her child, helping them become an Archlord in a few hundred years.
