Elf had come to find someone, but the moment she heard there was something new, she immediately forgot why she had come.
The result was that she failed to bring her sister back—and disappeared herself.
Don't forget, Elf had once run away from home herself.
Hans, back at the rear, still had no idea of this terrible news while Elf listened to Fissman's wild ideas.
Over the past few days, Fissman had refined his concept all over again.
The various details had been filled in. All that remained was to choose a place to carry it out.
"Princess Elf, I suggest we seize a Scale Clan star system in the name of the Mixed-Blood Scalekin, then cut off all contact with the outside and implement the Slaughter Game plan."
Clearly, Fissman still had some feelings for the Mixed-Blood Scalekin. Given an alternative, he naturally wanted to avoid them.
Of course, if the Mixed-Blood Scalekin stood in his way, he would eliminate them without hesitation.
But Elf had her own ideas. Compared to the Scale Clan or the Mixed-Blood Scalekin, they were far too troublesome to deal with.
"No need to make things so complicated. Just revise your Slaughter Game a little and call it the Battle and Slaughter Game instead." With a grand sweep of her hand, Elf inserted her own private agenda, then took everything upon herself. "The one thing this universe doesn't lack is ecological planets."
Elf could not even be bothered to guess at Fissman's little schemes.
They could simply find an ecological planet with no ties to anyone and use it for an experiment.
Fissman was stunned by her words. His perspective had been far too narrow.
Elf was the type to act as soon as she had an idea, and she had her own independent