Cranberry smirked and silently walked towards the branching hallway.
"Haa..."
She peeked over the corner and breathed out rather mockingly.
The little happy reunited family wasn't blocking the door completely so it was easy to see behind them.
And so Cranberry, and Lairs, could have a good look at Salak's 'cell'.
It was a bedroom.
A high-class, luxuriously decorated bedroom with all of the comforts anyone could have wished for.
Cranberry looked back at the conditions the other elves were forced to live in, and almost busted into laughter.
The difference in treatment was so stark that it was straight-up laughable.
Cranberry shook her head.
After seeing something like that could anyone actually believe the whole "we're trying to treat their illness" bullshit?
Still, if some random person would listen to the elves' explanation, they wouldn't be able to disregard the words of the "patients" themselves.
