The atmosphere within the Divine Hall suddenly became quite subtle.
Kaplan squinted and pressed a palm against the book hanging from his waist, adorned with eight ram-horns and linked by chains.
Valentina brazenly glared at Laila, snorting in anger.
"Hmph!"
Among the three, only Herbert maintained an exceptionally calm expression, looking into Laila's eyes meaningfully.
In those eyes, he saw no malicious contempt, only the natural arrogance.
Elves are inherently proud.
An Elf who serves as the Divine Spirit Bishop is even prouder.
Laila might seem agreeable on the surface, but her pride is no less; it's simply hidden within rather than displayed outwardly.
From the start, she never considered Herbert and the others as equals, treating them with a high-handed attitude, almost with a sense of charity.
Faced with the trio's varied reactions, Laila's response was surprisingly calm, without a trace of fear.
