"Ah!"
Selvih let out a pitiful cry, as she instantly moved a hundred meters backwards in less than a second.
She covered her right eye with her right hand, as bright red blood gushed out from the gap between her fingers.
As Number 3 saw this he immediately wanted to attack Selvih.
"Enough!"
Suddenly Savuo shouted, and Number 3 immediately stopped, looking at him with eyes full of confusion.
Savuo didn't bother to explain, he smiled at Selvih and said: "Your Majesty, I am the head of the Senate, and I suspect that you raised rebels, and that you have plotted to endanger the Dark- Elves."
"If you stop and accept to correct your mistakes, then give up the throne and give it to someone more responsible, capable of developing the Kingdom."
"If not…"
"What would happen?" Selvih smiled scornfully, her voice not holding back her anger.
