Selma Payne's POV:
Early in the morning, the Elven Capital City was under full martial law because most of the mayors and envoys in the Elf Forest would come to the capital today to make a joint decision on a major event that might decide the future fate of the elven race.
The current outcome was much better than the Council of Elders had expected. At the very least, most of the city-states had given a positive response. Regardless of whether the mayors were present, they had at least 'shown up'.
As an outsider, I naturally couldn't participate in the internal meetings of the elven race. However, the Council of Elders had set up a hidden seat for me in a secret room. Although I couldn't express my opinions, I could still listen.
"Aren't you afraid I'll hear the secrets of the elven race?" I asked.
