"This guy must be the light mage," Seraphine thought.
She kept her eyes on the elf, who was surprisingly calm. He moved steadily forward, closing the space between them with each step.
"It's a pleasure to face a royal mage and especially the king's daughter," the elf said as he bowed a little, showing some respect to her.
"I don't want your respect, and I am not his daughter," Seraphine replied, summoning her spear.
"Well, even if you deny it, it won't change the fact that his blood runs in your veins. I will not kill you, as I don't want to become an enemy of the King." The elf said.
Hearing that made Seraphine's expression change.
Seraphine charged forward in a rage, her spear shining with a cold, bluish light from the ice she had applied to it.
She thrust her spear at the elf, but he vanished into the air, leaving behind only shimmering golden light.
