The El-Vul-Or Tournament, even after the embarrassing circumstances brought by the representatives of humanity, continued to proceed as usual, seemingly forgetting for a moment the four straight match defaults as Russell and company prioritized their mission entrusted to them by Ayleen, which was commissioned by Artorious. However, there were two Elves, feeling infuriated inwardly as they won without putting any effort but only sitting together with the audience, waiting for their next fights scheduled for the next day.
"Ilsevel… I'm going to crush that coward woman when I transferred to a human academy!"
An elf around sixteen to seventeen years old, truly young considering the Elves were a long live race with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin whispered, enough for the one named Ilsevel to hear and feel his boiling rage inside.
