"Young master, did you get the information?" Elina asked curiously, still chewing her food.
Her eyes shifted to Leon, who suddenly wore a serious expression.
Leon took a deep breath, glanced at her, and then gave a slow nod.
"Yeah, I got it," he replied calmly. He took a sip of his beer before continuing in a low voice, "Turns out what those two soldiers in the treasure hall said was true. The reason the Dwarf King went mad was because of a mysterious material he discovered—one that eventually turned into that cursed weapon."
Elina's brows furrowed. Uncertainty clouded her face.
"In that case, what do we do? Come up with a plan first... or just sneak into the Dwarf palace?"
She meant the second option as a joke—but to her surprise, Leon nodded.
"Yes. We'll sneak into the Dwarf palace," he said without hesitation.
Elina: "..."
She drew a deep breath, trying to calm her pounding heart, then asked, "Are you serious? Wouldn't that basically be suicide?"
