Chapter 119: Elven Tensions
The Elf examined everyone present in the Queen’s chamber. Aside from him, three other High Elves stood nearby, their handsome features mirroring his own elegance and sorrow.
But aside from them, there were five maids present, their faces pale and eyes wide with the weight of what they had witnessed.
He let out a soft sigh.
What they had just seen was a dangerous secret that threatened the very existence of their proud race. They couldn’t let them keep it.
The other High Elves shared his unspoken thoughts, their gazes meeting in a silent exchange.
After a quiet nod among themselves, they all knew what must be done. He turned to the maids.
"Faithful maids of our beloved Queen... the tragedy that has befallen us—"
Before he could say further, the five maids moved as one.
Their faces were resolute despite the tremor in their hands as they dropped to their knees in unison, bowing low before him. Their voices, though soft, carried a firm resolve as they spoke in harmony.
"We understand, my Lord. We are ready to partake in the cleansing ritual."
The High Elf paused, his stern expression softening for a fleeting moment. Pride flickered in his luminous eyes, mingling with the sorrow that gnawed at his heart.