"The trial is over. Or rather, your farce has ended."
There was a deep sense of contempt in the Dark Elf's voice. It wasn't directed at just one person but at all the leaders gathered there. Among those, there was only one exception, the single person who had earned her approval.
"The city will go to the one who has passed the trial. He is the only one deserving of being the lord. Unlike the rest of you, who are unworthy."
"Wait! This doesn't count!"
One of the leaders shouted out. Though he screamed into the empty air, it was clear the trial administrator would be able to hear him. Yet, the Dark Elf ignored his protests and continued speaking.
"Those who have failed will not return to the Black Tower. You'll be scattered and left to find other places to settle. I'll mark the location of the nearest village for you. Once you establish roots there, the citizens will transfer automatically, so don't worry about that."
"…!"
