"The dark elves have decided to surrender?"
When Nell heard this news from Rhode, she was astonished beyond words. Shortly after, this dark elf with unique skin color puckered her brows and gazed at her master in uncertainty. She sized him up and tried to get a read on his face, but it was a pity that his face was as emotionless as ever.
"Your Majesty, please pardon my rudeness. Surely you don't believe in the matriarchs' promise, right?"
"Why can't I?"
Facing Nell's question, the corners of Rhode's mouth perked up into a confident smile.
"Dark elves are a bunch who keep their promises; at least, that is the case in certain aspects. Nonetheless, I think we do need spies in the underground too, don't you agree?"
"But…"
