Book 20: Chapter 12
Elizabeth walked up to Vyvyan’s side and whispered in her ear, “What do you think is the deal with this woman? Why does my son know this sort of person? No matter how I look at her, there’s an issue with her. She doesn’t look as though she harbours kind will. You want to get rid of her?”
Vyvyan noticed that the only species here was humans. As a precaution, she used her magic to transform her ears into human ears for the meantime. She, therefore, assumed the identity of a woman with western vibes, blonde hair, jadeite eyes and a perfect body to boot.
Vyvyan maintained a friendly smile the entire time. The woman opposite Vyvyan maintained a calm, yet imposing, demeanour. Vyvyan’s presence didn’t intimidate her. She didn’t ask Vyvyan anything or feel she was odd. She just quietly waited.
While maintaining her smile and eyes on the woman, Vyvyan muttered into Elizabeth’s ear, “Kill her if you want. You just want me to take the blame. When my son blames someone, you’ll make me the one who cops the scolding. You never lose your distasteful temper and moronic ideas no matter where you are.”
Elizabeth gently shook her head: “No, I’m not suggesting it to wipe my hands off the slate or anything. It’s just not too convenient for me to kill her. After all, there’s still a woman with my son. If we have to kill, we’ll have to kill them all. I made a promise to myself long ago to never kill any of my son’s people again or to kill in his territory. Can’t you kill her, and then teleport her corpse elsewhere?”
“Didn’t I tell you there’s practically no mana here? I need to go somewhere suitable to draw a magic formation for me to be able to teleport us back. If I expend a large amount of mana here, I’ll require my son to replenish my mana, you know? I don’t mind that, but if this woman happens to be important to my son and I kill her without asking, my son will be upset. Then what? I’m his mother; a mother shouldn’t do things that would upset her son.”
Seeing the two whispering to each other, the woman gently cleared her throat. In response, Elizabeth frowned. As the Empress of an empire, nobody ever dared to cut her off when she spoke, yet the woman dared to cut her off with her “ahem” when she was in the middle of a discussion. Elizabeth perceived the interruption to be an insult.
Speaking in fluent English, the woman inquired, “May I ask what you relationship with my son is. What you are here for and if you are looking for my child for something?”
Elizabeth was left dumbstruck. She didn’t understand English. As an elf, Vyvyan didn’t use language to communicate. Instead, she used her mana to sense thoughts. Thus, she understood what the woman said. However, that was precisely why the content bemused her. Vyvyan thought, “The child this woman speaks of… Oh!! I get it now! She must be that girl’s mother! I see. I see. The girl panicked, so it’s only reasonable for her to call her mom!!’”