Lloyd District, Lloyd's Building, top-floor office.
Eight-thirty in the morning.
Tommy Lloyd had just sat down when he immediately received an internal call.
"Yes, this is Lloyd."
The burly man, who stood over two and a half meters tall and towered over many male elves, spoke in a deep voice.
He was waiting for good news.
Elves were usually slender and frail, but Lloyd President's body was packed with solid muscle. He was enormous, and his fingers were just as thick. He was so large that he could not use a human rotary telephone at all.
The telephone he used was a custom model specially ordered from the telephone company. Just like the black suit he wore and the furniture he used every day, such as tables and chairs... food that ordinary people could hold in their hands had to be pinched between his fingers.
Lloyd President found all products designed for humans highly uncomfortable to use. Only genuine elven products could barely meet his needs.
But no matter how inconvenient his daily life was, that was ultimately only a minor issue.
What truly concerned him was the racial discrimination he faced every day.
Or rather—it was the scapegoating.
Avalon was, after all, a nation of humans and elves.
Here, not only ignorant and uncivilized trolls and lizardmen living in deserts and swamps, but even goblins and dwarves would be driven out. Needless to say, the same applied to a Mixed-Blood Giant like him.
After the people of Avalon won back then, nearly all the giants in the Giant Kingdom were slaughtered—and that action met with no resistance whatsoever. Every giant was a warrior, and every giant had eaten humans. It was hatred passed down through countless generations, erupting at that moment.
But what truly baffled and enraged Tommy was