Sara looked at Algayer through her tears and asked, "We also believe in the Old Moon Goddess. I have not betrayed my faith. How are you going to treat us elves?"
Algayer looked at Sara with a cold sneer. "Stop pretending. I know what you're thinking. In a few days, Red Moon Night will arrive, and the next batch of noble elves will come. You'll find an opportunity to join forces with them and kill me. You won't get that chance."
That was exactly what Sara had been thinking. With five fourth-tier experts surrounding her, she had no chance of winning or escaping. All she could do now was pretend to surrender and wait for the next Red Moon Night, when stronger noble elves came to help. Then she would find a way to seize power again. But she had not expected Algayer to see straight through her.
"I haven't. We were born of the same mother," Sara hurriedly said, playing the family card. She put on a weak, aggrieved expression, hoping to win the forgiveness of all the commoner elves.
Algayer hated that look on Sara's face most of all. In a rage, he punched her in the face and roared, "If you still remembered that we were born of the same mother, why did you pretend not to see every time Dido tried to assassinate me? Why didn't you stop them whenever our commoner elf brothers were sent out on suicide missions? In the end, you still think you're a noble elf. You never regarded us commoner elves as equal kin. And now you're begging for mercy with that hypocritical face? Do you really think I'm an idiot? I'd love nothing more than to kill you."
"I... I..." Sara had no answer.
During the three years of war,