The golden-haired prince's voice remained steady, but the weight behind his words grew heavier. "That was when the second faction could no longer remain still. To them, the idea that a half-human child, born far away from the elf race, had inherited a bloodline superior to the queen's own royal bloodline was something they could not accept. It threatened their pride. It threatened their ideology. More importantly, it threatened their claim over the future of the elf race."
Max's jaw tightened.
"So they attacked," he said coldly.
The golden-haired prince nodded.
"Yes," he said. "They resorted to an attack, and that attack led to the catastrophe that happened around twenty ago."
The words fell like stones into Max's heart.
Twenty years ago.
The catastrophe at his home.
His parents being taken away.
His life being torn apart.
All of it had happened because some faction among the elves could not accept his existence.
For a moment, Max said nothing.
