Hearing what Erend said, Mithes' face stiffened. Her smile disappeared suddenly as if it had never existed on that face.
Erend's hand was still tightly gripping Mithes' hand that was holding the dagger. Their eyes met each other in a cold and stressful atmosphere.
"You must be surprised," Erend said with a smile on his face.
Mithes sighed. Her stiff face had turned more relaxed. "I expected this. But I didn't think anyone could resist my temptation like you," Mithes said. "It's quite disappointing."
"You are the traitor in this palace, right?" Erend said. But from his tone, he seemed to already know that it was the truth.
"Hmm, maybe," Mithes replied. Then she suddenly turned into black smoke. Her body melted and Erend's grip was instantly released.
Mithes appeared shortly after a few steps from where she had been.
Erend would not waste time and let the Elf do something else. He immediately lunged at Mithes.
