"Regarding the arrangements for our Grassland Elf Race..."
In shame, Empress Eliza finally steadied herself and revealed all the demands for her visit.
Shame is an emotion, but as a Legendary Powerhouse, mastery of the body is instinctual; the two don't conflict.
Udi listened to Eliza's words, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
He hadn't expected that by merely instructing his subordinates to clear out demons and expand the power of the Void, it would come across as part of the Good Faction.
If it weren't for the weakness of the Southern Continent's forces—lacking in numbers compared to the efficiency of directly troubling demons—the Black Wing Nest would have definitely targeted the local forces there.
At that point, they would likely be deemed by Empress Eliza and the continent's races as the evil forces.
"So it's like this," Udi realized, cracking a smile.
He eyed Eliza, his powerful magnetic presence causing her skin to tingle and flush light red.
