So that's why…?
Well, whatever. He wasn't in a position to judge dark elves. After all, he was just a weak, innocent light elf.
But…
Illiya glanced at the still visibly tangled-up dark elf and the mischievous side buried deep in his heart began to bubble up again.
He really couldn't be blamed for this, mostly it was because the dark elf just looked so easy to tease.
That's what Illiya told himself.
Elves were a race that lived very much according to their own whims.
Even a young elf was no exception, and Illiya had naturally inherited this odd little trait perfectly.
"Pushing your luck" was practically a must-know phrase in an elf's vocabulary.
While it usually applied to situations involving competition for resources or benefits, sometimes it also got applied to one's own companions.
After all, every elf was the spoiled (tyrant) pet of their team.
That's just how it was!
Illiya coughed lightly a few times, clearing his throat to ease the tension.
