"I have no control over the other elves of the Lost Island, nor the ability to manage them."
"But, you must return her freedom."
"Not just the illusory freedom of allowing her to leave the Lost Island."
"But to completely strip the divinity and contingencies from her elven bloodline, freeing her entirely from your control, no longer bound by your authority over the elven bloodline."
Listening to Shiayar's words.
In the deep shadows, numerous brass-colored illusory pupils simultaneously opened.
Then, they locked directly onto Shiayar.
"Do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me?"
The ethereal voice, imbued with the absolute authority of a superior being, resonated from the curtain formed by shadows.
"Of course."
"Because, for a human to reach the stage I have now, let alone in the desolate era after the cataclysm."
"Even in the foreseeable future, it's unlikely another will appear besides me."
