No evidence was needed, for the Elf Race was inherently lacking in unattractiveness. If one were to couple a strongman's temperament with that snow-white Unicorn, their already remarkable appearance would ascend to another level.
"Derris!"
The Elf Young Woman spoke with a plaintive tone.
Hudson could faintly sense the murderous intent without direct confrontation, gauging that the opponent was weighing the odds.
In fact, Hudson wanted to strike first and gain the upper hand, but he felt the risks were somewhat high.
If pushed to desperation, and the enemy were to cast some Secret Technique intending to perish together with him, that would be tragic.
The two sides bore no hatred towards each other, standing on opposing fronts solely due to different stances; it wasn't worth staking their lives in conflict.
"Derris, this isn't your war. Why bother bringing your Clan here to die?"
Hudson probed tentatively.
