Lathel learned that the origin of the problem of the Dark-Elf race is the Elf Queen. She doesn't want to let the women of her clan forever be the playthings of human nobles; that's why she wants to find a replacement.
Of course, the replacement is none other than the Dark-Elf clan. However, the Elf Queen would probably never have thought that she would die so suddenly like this.
Lathel shook his head, then disappeared.
A moment later, the elf queen suddenly moved. She sat up, and the wound in the middle of her chest slowly closed.
On her forehead, a magic circle suddenly appeared; however, it had countless cracks, which then shattered, turning into ashes.
"Ha…" The Elf Queen let out a breath, cowering on the ground in fear: "What the hell just happened? Luckily, I have that magic; otherwise… I would have died."
"Could it be that… the Dark-Elves have found another terrifying existence that can help them?"
