Dark clouds loomed over the city, a tense standoff ensuing.
The Royal Palace was eerily silent, all eyes fixed on the Elf Princess who had been silent for a long time.
"Heh, heh," the Elf Princess laughed coldly, "You brought this upon yourself, King Saral."
"I'm so looking forward to this!" William said with a nonchalant expression, which seemed to ignite a fire behind the princess.
Wait, Hill straightened his neck—was she actually burning?
Blue Divine Fire rapidly ignited.
Was this really a deity from the Elves who had descended directly?
Hill felt his brain struggling to keep up—could it be the Goddess of the Hunt who had reincarnated directly?
Did William already know about this?
How had the Elves moved from courting William to colluding with him?
The eight petals spun rapidly, trying to transport the person standing above to the exterior of the Royal Palace.
