"What, in essence, are ears to an elf?"
I shouted before the soldiers arrayed in the square.
"Every person defines elves differently. But if you ask for their single greatest outward feature, everyone will point to these pointed ears."
Twitch, twitch. In front of everyone, Lune twitched ears longer than a finger.
"These are also a symbol of the elves. Just as orcs have muscle, minotaurs have horns, and harpies have wings, these pointed ears are a feature that plainly sets elves apart from every other species."
I snapped my fingers. The magic orb Gremory had suspended in midair projected the object placed before me in every direction.
"I agonized over it. Whether to show you this or not. But I cannot fail to show it. Look. This is the atrocity committed by our enemy."
I held up the elf ear, the marks where the enemy had chewed at it all too plain. On the inner side, even the cut cross-section was visible.
