A Gentleman Does Not Stand Beneath a Crumbling Wall

"Am I shameful?"

Wen Ke'er had not become angry because of Xilos's words. Even when that past she herself did not wish to recall was brought up so "publicly," she still managed to maintain a forced smile.

Only.

At this moment, turmoil churned within her, and her mind was experiencing tremendous fluctuations. Only she and Shen Yi knew of those fluctuations.

"Not shameful?"

As though sighing over Wen Ke'er still having the nerve to answer her, Xilos's jade-like eyelids moved slightly. Her reddish-brown eyes lowered a little, and she looked at Wen Ke'er without the slightest restraint, as if examining a piece of trash.

"You really have the nerve to say that."

With that soft murmur, Xilos's expression shifted slightly. Then, she gently pressed a finger against Wen Ke'er's brow.

"I have no time to say more to you now."

"If you still possess even a trace of elven resolve, then you should spend eternity despising and abandoning yourself for your current ignoble existence, suffering the agony of a shattered soul at every moment."

"This is the land of my people. If you have the time, you may bring these friends of yours there as well."

After saying that blandly, Xilos frowned, then looked toward the silent male figure who had not spoken all this time.

"To think you set up a forbidden barrier without my noticing. It seems not all of you are useless, prettified trash."

Having said that.

Xilos looked at Shimada Yukimi.

Those deep crimson eyes seemed capable of seeing through everything in the world. A fiery meteor reflected in Shimada Yukimi's eyes, and that incomparably sharp gaze made her feel somewhat uneasy.

"I advise you not to show yourselves in the appearance of the Elf race. If I learn that you have done anything that harms