"Since the elves want me to become the Elf King, it can't just be because of those reasons, right? Besides, the Elf King isn't even an elf but a human. No matter how you look at it, that doesn't make sense."
As he spoke, he gently stroked Little Mia's smooth back with his left hand.
The eighteen-year-old girl's voice continued from the direction of the bedroom:
"A human? At the end of the battle at the Crystal Throne, didn't you wear the Elven Royal Authority and use the power of that crown? Witches, The Church, the Academy, elves—many more eyes witnessed that scene. Even now, that crystal crown is still atop your Crystal Statue in the Throne Land.
"Because of that, the elves believe that you have elven blood as well. Though you definitely aren't a Pure-Blood Elf, since you're so powerful, and Destiny ultimately arranged for you to wear the crown and seal the woodland, whether you are pure-blooded no longer matters."
The girl concluded with a smile:
"All in all, the elves believe that you could also be the Elf King. Logically speaking, I actually agree with that view."
Shade sighed in frustration:
"I have no interest in becoming some Elf King. I'll pretend I don't know what they're thinking. If they really dare bring it up to me, I'll just refuse outright. Besides, didn't the Nine Great Clans agree before the battle that once Emilia became a Chosen One, they would jointly support her as queen?"
"Because they've decided that Emilia won't object either. Honestly, Shade, you and Emilia were far too intimate last night. After the battle, even The Church came to ask Saint Byron's what exactly the relationship was between the 'God Summoner' and the Chosen One of Time.
"I replied on behalf of the