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It was a fairly young elf with messy black hair and somewhat ominous deep red pupils.
He appeared to be only seven or eight years old... but if converted into human age, he should also be several decades old.
...No wonder.
Russell had wondered why, as a kidnapped child, he was so eerily calm.
There was no crying, no running about, just standing quietly in place, not moving an inch, making it easy for Russell to proceed.
Russell had thought he had been frightened into stupor, unable to move... and had even comforted him.
But if it was an elf, then it made sense.
An elf in its infancy would be more composed and calm than an adult human—there was nothing strange about that.
"I'll pretend I heard nothing,"
the child looked at the Inferior, suddenly spoke up with a clear, yet childish voice, "as thanks for you ultimately not doing it."
Russell looked back at the Inferior with some surprise.
But he quickly realized something—
