Elliot felt somehow odd about hearing the Vassal's name. It didn't sit well with him.
It was most probably because he knew what they were capable of. The Vassals, even the ones at the bottom of their ranks like Blithe and Sora, already needed a gang of Adventurers to just par their strength.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts, returning his attention to Emelda. "How are you sure that the Queen of Hell ordered the attack? For all we know, it could just be anyone."
"You're really clueless about Malice, huh?" Emelda snickered. "The black well symbolizes Hell, much like a cauldron symbolizes Inferno. It's their identity. And wherever that cauldron appears, blood will shed and lives will be taken."
"H-How come you know all of these?" Elliot asked. "You seem to know even more than me. And how did you hid your race before? I've been here for about two days and my radar only detected you."
