Chapter 115: The Silent Fury of the Elves
No matter how much he wanted to say it out loud, Sebastian knew better than to actually speak those thoughts—unless he had a death wish.
As for whether the elves would get angry and break the agreement... Actually, there was no need to worry at all. One of the reasons elves were so respected was precisely because they were a race that honored their promises.
As long as they had given their word, generally speaking, they wouldn’t go back on it. They were very strict about keeping their promises. Of course, in a few rare cases, it all depended on the circumstances and one’s perspective.
Sebastian cleared his throat twice, just about to try to placate a certain fuming elf when the door nearly slammed into his nose before he could even speak.
He stared at the door that had just been closed in his face. Even as someone who ranked second only to the highest in the land—someone who stood above thousands—there was nothing he could do to open that door.
After all, he was in the wrong first.
The matter was already decided, no matter what. He had agreed to their request.
Although it wasn’t even a particularly difficult matter, Illiya was still a bit displeased—though he hid that emotion very well.
On the surface, the elf still looked like that elegant, noble elf. But inside, he was practically about to explode like a pufferfish. Even after the banquet ended, he was still furious.
Then, after he saw the hand signal Sebastian gave them, his anger reached its peak.
Demons! A bunch of black-hearted, black-handed creatures!!!