"What?!" Ciela's voice echoed through the air, a mixture of disbelief and confusion. "How can you say that, when I am standing here!"
Turan's blue eyes narrowed, his fingertips drawing the string of his bow further. "A dark elf, dares to imitate our princess, do you think that we, the guardians of the forest are that easy to trick, to mock?"
Asmodeus watched the situation, and he understood how the elves felt about the dark elves because of her sister. It might have been a miracle they didn't call her a forsaken one because that might have crushed Ciela even further.
I cannot leave her to face this alone.
"Where is Princess Ar'Orina? She would be able to vouch for Ciela." Asmodeus stepped forward, his tall height and muscular build causing the elves to focus on him with their arrows. Their bows creaked from the pressure of remaining fully drawn.
