Chapter 230: A Depressed Elf?
Altina found it difficult to believe as Ansu spoke of thoroughly uprooting the Squirrel Party and the demon members backing them with such casual indifference.
In other words...
The demon conspiracy had been snuffed out in its infancy by this man before it could even truly begin?
Yet the evidence was right before her eyes.
As the night deepened, the manor grew uncharacteristically lively.
Cult elders and executors returned one after another, delivering lists filled with names—each one systematically crossed out—into Ansu's hands.
Ansu made no effort to hide them from Altina, sitting in the warm, bright reception hall as he flipped through the thick stack of the death list.
Altina leaned in quietly, her emerald eyes scanning the crossed-out names.
As she saw the targets from various social classes and different disguises, the shock and suspicion in her heart intensified.