"Please give your command." Upon hearing Muria's words, Iris exhaled subtly. She lifted her head, her long, gray hair hanging loose, her voluptuous figure accentuated.
"Tell your queen to behave herself. She can do as she pleases beneath the surface but must not step onto the ground above. Aboveground, there is no place for you Zor Elves to coexist."
"I will relay your words verbatim to Her Majesty," Iris replied, outwardly unbothered by Muria's words, but inwardly full of resentment and dissatisfaction. Born amidst darkness, don't they have the right to live under the sunlight?
"If you are not satisfied, you can go back and persuade her to declare war on my Lockman Kingdom, and see who can annihilate whom." Muria's right hand knocked on the armrest of his throne. Each knock summoned the image of a legendary figure, which started to surround the Zor elves, putting them under immense pressure.
