"I am the King of the Zor Elves!" Hecate reassured herself once more, suppressing the slight unease in her heart.
The nature of the Zor Elves had already deeply fused with the Fallen Power of the Spider Queen.
If not indulging, what else can be called a Zor Elf? What a joke, if I couldn't enjoy luxuries before becoming the King of the Zor Elves and still can't after becoming one, wouldn't that be a waste of being a king?
Even my lord's descent wouldn't justify it.
Hecate patted the shoulder of the maid at the door and said, "You all may leave now, leave this to me."
Then she walked inside with her hands tucked, ready to enjoy some luxuries.
As soon as she drew aside the curtain, she froze on the spot.
At some point, a Battle Halberd had already pierced through her body.
Why?
When?
Clearly, she hadn't felt any sense of danger!
Am I not a Half-Step Saint?
Impossible, impossible, impossible!
How could I possibly...
