"Change? I don't understand what you mean," Zilvra was somewhat puzzled. "Here, I haven't lost interest yet, so there's no need for any change." She thought of the countless power struggles and rankings within the Dark Elf Family over the centuries, where bloody assassinations never ceased, and said, "Change is often painful."
"I understand." Lynch stood up, and the design of the Scattering Fire Bomb burned fiercely in his hand, disappearing without a trace in a moment. "Thank you for your advice."
Zilvra walked to Lynch's side, her fingers gently stroking the mage's forehead. There, due to long-term worries, the frown was always tight, and now wrinkles had formed. "What are you still concerned about? I used to think that after becoming someone as powerful as you, there would be no more worries and sorrows, and you should be unrestrained."
