'The Sacred Spring? She wants to visit the Sacred Spring?!'
Hearing the black-haired girl's words, Karos's anger shot up like a rocket. The Sacred Spring, formed from the essence of the Mother Tree of Nature, was the Elves' absolute treasure. Outsiders were strictly forbidden from entering, and even the Duke of Black Rose, as despicable as he was, had only been grudgingly allowed a few dozen visits.
'This stranger had burst into the heart of our Elven territory, demanding to visit the Sacred Spring?'
'Did she think the Elven lands were her backyard, to come and go as she pleased?!'
The more Karos thought about it, the angrier he became. Having been bullied by the Black Rose family for so long, he harbored a deep-seated frustration.
The dignity of the Elves was not to be trampled upon by just anyone!
