Meanwhile.
On one of the warships sailing toward Armand's Private Island.
An elf man let out a long, weary exhale, watching a human woman seated in a comfortable chair on the deck, positioned where she could watch the sea. She crossed her arms, her cheek puffed out, her long wavy hair drifting gently in the ocean breeze.
"Mother... please stop."
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"It's just a small matter. Father didn't mean anything by it."
"Hmmph!"
She huffed and turned her face away, her voice carrying the wounded dignity of a woman who had been deeply, unforgivably wronged.
"Your father is a dumb, dumb man. The dumbest man in the entire world. After all these years, and he still doesn't understand a single thing about me!"
The elf man opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off, pointing a finger at him.
"Edwyrd Olagella Carqirelle! Don't you dare try to cover for your father's mistake! You're my son! MY ELDEST SON! You should take my sides on this matter!"
