"No matter how you look at it, this is a guaranteed win-win deal."
He turned his head and glanced behind him, into the depths of the dark night.
"After all, it is the creator of the Glorious Era. Even if it's just this current body, it is still the true master of this Elven Royal Court."
"Previously, when still in self-seal and slumber, it needed to remotely control the elders of the Elf Clan to carry out its will. But now, it is nearing full revival..."
"In its eyes at this moment, even if it allows us to meet, or even lets us conspire... the splashes we create could be easily wiped out by it."
Clearly discussing a topic closely related to himself.
Yet Shiayar's voice remained calm, as though the person about to be deprived of self and body wasn't him, but merely a trivial matter.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this."
"Anyway, I'm not here today to plot an escape with you."
"If I really planned on discussing an escape, I wouldn't choose such an open manner."
