After all, every time the little elves from the Elven Forest went to see the Elf King and the High Priest, they acted exactly like that. Of course—excluding himself.
He knew all too well the true private selves of the Elf King and High Priest. Once you knew too much, no matter how thick the rose-tinted filter was, it would still shatter.
Who could possibly revere someone who spent all day secretly reading hot blooded fantasy novels—or someone obsessed with ridiculously melodramatic romance fiction filled with lightning and thunder?
Emotionally speaking he was tired.
The tangled ones stayed tangled all the way to the Demon King's palace, the disdainful ones stayed disdainful all the way to the Demon King's palace, and the spectators kept watching all the way to the Demon King's palace.
In short, their little troupe perfectly embodied the phrase: each with their own motives.
