As Lin Rui analyzed, Rose's face grew increasingly pale; she simply could not accept this brutal reality.
From the day she was born, she grew up hearing stories of the Empress's wisdom, valor, and divine nature.
The entire Elf community and the entire forest were spreading the Empress's deeds; she was the wisest, most merciful, and most heroic Emperor the elves had seen in thousands of years.
The whole forest thrived under her protection, with martial virtues flourishing, the nation prosperous and peaceful, so for a millennium of peace, it was never involved in large-scale wars nor suffered disastrous defeats and severe wounds.
So every Elf adored her, revered her, including Rose, who regarded her as a model; her silhouette was the direction she followed, and where her finger pointed was the battlefield she fought to the death for.
Every citizen of the forest believed the Empress was selfless, working tirelessly day and night for the empire's great ambitions and world dominance.
