Half-elves sound mysterious, yet this mixed blood on the continent represents a fate filled with suffering.
Elves would not accept them, humans regarded them as an alien race, and the Jackals did not care about their distinctions from other races.
In the Dark Mountain Range, that survival of the fittest place, her race was seen by all forces as tender meat wrapped in a thin skin—a delicacy.
She had to find a reliance! She must cling to a powerful suitor, otherwise, when the Black Disaster came... No, before the Black Disaster came, her own pitiful people would face eternal extinction.
After Morphy finished assigning tasks to the Shadow Intelligence Bureau, Count Bai of White Mountain, who had been invited, finally understood.
Oh, so that's why you, Morphy, suddenly invited me, a foreigner, to this high-level military meeting. Turns out you were waiting for me here?
