Upon hearing these words, Aria's pupils suddenly became somewhat vacant and distant.
"Just because I am a Godchosen..."
"The Godchosen..."
She had never before this moment despised her identity so much.
"I hate you..." It was unclear whether she meant David or her own sister, who had thrust her into the Godchosen position.
With the sound of metal scraping, Aria slowly drew the dagger from the strap on her thigh. It was a gift for self-defense from her sister, Arasya, who was Queen.
And in the moment Aria drew the dagger, Arasya's voice could be heard from the plaza,
"I love my sister, Aria.
"I do not wish to face such a cruel fate alongside her.
"I believe that the same is true for all of you from the various planes.
"Faced with this unprecedented threat, we still have a chance to fight.
"Just as our ancestors, who were once enslaved by the dragons, unified, we can once again weave the fate of elves and open, once more, an era belonging to the elves...
