Entering the largest castle, the King and Queen were already waiting inside.
The beautiful woman was wiping away her tears. The moment she saw Evan rushing in, she gently patted Evan's shoulder, her melodious voice carrying a hint of anger as she scolded:
"You naughty brat, you don't know how to take care of yourself at all. Luckily you didn't actually go to Dragon Island, you scared your mother to death."
After venting her anger, she shyly turned her head and said to Eric and the Snow Wolves: "I let you see a joke. Attendants, bring chairs quickly."
The Elf King's expression was cold. Both Evan and Mirinda inherited much of their looks from their father. Due to the long lifespan of Elves, the three of them stood there looking less like father and sons and more like brothers.
The Queen was the same; if not for her eyes full of maternal love, no matter how Eric looked at her, she seemed like a young woman in her twenties, in the prime of her youth.
