"Are you saying that the wastrel named Landen is actually powerful?"
On an extravagant throne, a scantily clad **** held a glass of fresh, dark-red liquid while listening to the beautiful Dark Elf seated in the chair below her report.
It was not wine in her hand. Grapes, as a plant, could not survive in the completely lightless underground world.
The red liquid was primarily a mixture of the blood of several creatures. The originally bright-red blood turned dark red after being blended, taking on an enticing glow under the lamplight. After blood was mixed with nearly twenty kinds of spices, it was filtered repeatedly and then distilled to a certain degree, forming the liquid in the glass.
In the underground world, this liquid was also called wine because it did contain a certain amount of alcohol. Bloody Mary—that was the name of this wine, which only the higher ruling powers could drink.
With unmatched elegance, she raised the glass to her red lips and took a light sip before saying to the beautiful Dark Elf, "My good daughter, I know that fellow once made you very happy. It's only natural that you can't forget him, but isn't that assessment a little too high? Everyone knows he's nothing more than a useless bastard born to that woman Isis after an accident."
"Mother, I truly haven't exaggerated in the slightest."
The beautiful Dark Elf rose to her feet. The movement made the whip and various small bottles hanging from her waist knock against one another, producing crisp, pleasant sounds. She was Katarina, who had returned from Landen Territory.
She resentfully pressed down on the noisy items at her waist. She had hidden all of them on her person before, which had been discreet but made them impossible to use immediately. Ever