"...?!"
Elinor's eyes widened to their fullest extent, her golden irises flaring with cold hostility.
She scanned the old man from head to toe, her gaze laced with disbelief and latent contempt.
The Maizer Family—humans.
Yes, she knew them, she knew them by name and shape. They had fought against her kind in countless campaigns over tens of thousands of years, always siding with the Iron Boar Empire. Them having several World Cataclysms wasn't a secret.
But to walk in and pledge fealty to Caesar Burton... so casually, so brazenly?!
Was this senile fool drunk on desperation?
"...Did I arrive at a bad time?"
Raine Maizer's voice trembled slightly. The instant his eyes met Elinor's, his knees nearly buckled.
He had entered the tent boldly, trying to catch himself before doubt could slow his steps—before his cowardice returned, as it always did.
But now… he regretted everything.
Her presence was like standing before a collapsed star—drawing everything in with sheer gravity.
