Hearing Shanala's words, Wu Heng looked at her in surprise. "You don't want to be the Great Elder at all?"
Shanala lazily leaned back against the pillow, her tone casual. "What's so great about being the Great Elder? Wouldn't I still have to bow and greet you when I saw you? Besides, I can become a hero myself in the future, and besides..."
As she spoke, her gaze swept over the spacious, comfortable bedroom. "Life like this is much more pleasant than living with the Wood Elves."
Wu Heng's brows twitched slightly. He had not expected her to consider it from that angle.
On further thought, she was not wrong.
The Great Elder held an exalted status within the clan, but in the broader structure of the world, they were still far from being comparable to a hero.
Just as Bonifa had respectfully called Viola, a Witch who had once been a Wanted Criminal, "my lord."
Heroes were beings who stood above worldly power.
"You have a point." Wu Heng pulled her closer. "I wouldn't want you going back to the Wood Elves either."
Shanala lightly punched him, then turned serious. "But regardless, the Wood Elves' attitude this time was very clear. The Great Elder told me in the carriage that the Wood Elves were willing to become your steadfast support and would support you as a whole race."
"Do you think they're sincerely aligning themselves with us?" Wu Heng wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his hand slipping through her loose collar.
Shanala pondered for a moment. "At least for now, the Wood Elves and Treasure Island are firmly tied together."
"I also hope the Wood Elves get better and better, but after enough time passes, this relationship may change." Wu Heng voiced his concern.
The foundation of their