A few days earlier.
Underground World—the Underdark.
Inside a certain Large Dungeon ruled by Black-skinned Elves, namely Drow Elves.
Within a temple decorated with extreme splendor, yet filled with the stench of blood and a sinister, gloomy aura that instinctively inspired fear.
The Clan Mother of the Drow Elf Clan that ruled this Large Dungeon.
Wore a red gauze dress whose primary purpose was absolutely not to shield her from wind and rain, with even her vital parts faintly visible beneath it, as she lay on her side atop a soft leather sofa.
A sofa jointly fashioned from the skins of humans, elves, Magic Beasts...
Although the craftsmanship was exceedingly superb.
That faint scent of blood and resentment of the dead had nevertheless lingered year-round, enduring without dispersing.
Perhaps, however, that was precisely what its maker had intended.
After all.
Drow Elves had a taste for this sort of thing.
That kind of bloody, brutal art struck especially hard at their sexual preferences.
Incidentally, they also possessed traits similar to Succubi, enjoying certain well-loved activities.
And their tastes were exceedingly broad; they never confined themselves to any single race.
Calling them a beggar-among-beggars version of the Eldar would not be wrong.
More or less.
They already had a bit of that flavor to them~
Of course, at this moment, as she looked at the Felin Demon Sunflower before her.
As both the ruler of this Large Dungeon and a High Priest of the Queen of Gods, the Clan Mother of this Drow Elf Clan.
The figure lying on her side.
Wore an expression of utmost gravity.
Unlike her usual look of cruelty or venomous malice.
After a brief exchange between the two sides.
There was a short silence.
After a while, the Drow Elf Clan Mother slowly said:
"Outsider, although