When Tilly woke up, she found herself tied up and thrown into a strange wooden hut. Several of her escorts, who had fled with her, were in the same predicament. What was going on?
Why was she here?
Tilly recalled her last memory before losing consciousness: that inexplicable Little Girl, who suddenly teleported in front of her and hit her hard, after which she lost consciousness... So, she must have been captured by that Little Girl, right?
Thankfully... she wasn't captured by the Elf King's people. Although, her fate wouldn't be much better in the hands of humans.
Ever since the Elf Kingdom and Theocracy broke off relations, the status of elves in human countries had been declining day by day. Basically, elves who fell into human hands had only one outcome: they would be sold as slaves.
However, even being sold was better than falling into the Elf King's hands, Tilly thought.
The reason she dared to conclude she was in human hands was that if she had been captured by the Elf King's people, she would have woken up in the Elf King's bedroom, not this unfamiliar little wooden hut.
"Miss! You're awake! It's all our fault... we held you back." The escorts noticed their Miss had woken up and began to blame themselves. They all knew... if their Miss hadn't worried about their lives and refused to leave alone, she would have escaped long ago and wouldn't have ended up in this situation.
"This isn't your fault... it's all that bastard's fault!" Tilly said with a resentful expression. The 'bastard' she referred to wasn't the Little Girl who had tied them up, but the Elf King.
After hearing their Miss say this, the escorts fell silent. Indeed... the true culprit was the Elf King. Their master, Tilly's grandfather, had just passed away, and the Elf King immediately sent people to capture her.
Although their Miss had made preparations, she was still a step too late. After all... Tilly, who had lost her parents at a young age, was raised by her grandfather. How could she miss the funeral of her closest grandfather?
And because of this... she was cornered by the Elf King's subordinates... "So where are we now?" Tilly pushed the perverse bastard Elf King out of her mind. The most important thing now was to find a way to escape. Even if she couldn't escape, she at least had to find a way to persuade her captors to release these escorts, who should have been able to stay out of trouble.
"We... are currently at the Slane Theocracy's front-line base by New Moon Lake." One of the escorts replied. As soon as Tilly heard the place name, her heart sank, thinking... It's over!
She had actually fallen into the hands of the Slane Theocracy. The people of the Slane Theocracy were notoriously hateful of elves; otherwise, the Slane Theocracy wouldn't have sent their army here.
Basically, elves who fell into the Slane Theocracy's hands had only two paths: either death or having their ears cut off to become slaves. Even with her identity as the granddaughter of an Elf Kingdom minister, it was the same, not to mention these escorts she had dragged down. There was truly no hope now; she had just escaped the tiger's den only to enter the wolf's lair.
Hmm? Wait a minute, isn't the Slane Theocracy currently attacking the Elf Kingdom?
Then, could she use her identity to her advantage? For example, reveal her identity and offer to help them attack the Elf Kingdom? Considering the usual actions of that bastard Elf King, and then using the excuse of inheriting her grandfather's last wishes, what if she led the Slane Theocracy's people to deal with the Elf King?
No... the Slane Theocracy hated not just the Elf King, but the entire Elf Kingdom. If she really did something like that, those innocent compatriots would all become slaves of the Slane Theocracy!
Although she didn't know why the Elf Kingdom and Theocracy, originally in a cooperative relationship, suddenly turned hostile, she had asked her grandfather about it in casual conversation before. Her grandfather had also remained silent on the matter. It was clear that this was caused by that bastard Elf King; otherwise, they wouldn't have turned hostile without any warning or reason, and fought to the death.
The idea of being a traitor wouldn't work. Although she hated the Elf King, those elf compatriots were innocent and couldn't be dragged into her personal grievances. She had to find another way.
Just as Tilly was still troubled, the door of the wooden hut was suddenly kicked open. This wasn't an exaggeration; what Tilly saw was that after the door opened, the foot that kicked it down belonged to the Little Girl who had punched her in the stomach!
Behind her was a human girl much taller than her, looking very anxious and whispering something on the side about how this wasn't home, and doing such things would lead to complaints from others. She just felt that this Little Girl was a spoiled, mischievous brat!
She had acted the same way when they first met in the forest, inexplicably punching her in the stomach. Although she was now captured and brought to this place, she basically knew she was from the Slane Theocracy. But this little brat actually played dirty! If they had a fair one-on-one fight, she might not lose! Tilly thought.
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