"Are these people really my kin?"
"Are they really elves?"
Watching the players looting the spoils of war greedily, Nightingale felt her understanding slowly crumbling.
*Thinking about their bloodthirsty demeanor just now... her heart began to pound.*
"They..."
"Are they really the reinforcements that Wood mentioned?"
*This... doesn't it just look like a group of elves who are more like bandits?!*
Nightingale admitted that her own character was quite rebellious, considered rude even among elves. Elegance and refinement never really matched her.
But compared to these bizarre elves...
*Nightingale felt she was downright sophisticated, wasn't she?!*
"Right, where's Wood?"
"Where did Wood go?"
Nightingale hurriedly looked around...
Finally, she spotted Box Lunch's figure in the tower.
Box Lunch, having defeated the mercenaries with his teammates, already returned to the tower.
