After the Black Orcs stopped attacking, Celeborn became anxious—extremely anxious!
He could tell that what awaited him would be nothing good! But he refused to accept it. He refused to let his ambitions and aspirations sink into ruin like this. He had to save himself!
But how?
Celeborn did not yet have a complete plan, but one thing was certain: he first had to find out what had caused that massive explosion.
He did not have to spend much effort uncovering that.
When the orbital cannon had fired earlier, there had been many people nearby. Even quite a few soldiers had seen it, so keeping it completely secret had been impossible. And since the elves had maintained friendly relations with the Kingdom of Silverymoon for so many years, they naturally had their own information channels in Silverymoon.
They quickly discovered the culprits behind that massive explosion.
Solam and the orbital cannon!
Never mind that orbital cannon for now. When he heard Solam's name, Celeborn did not even know what expression he should wear. By blood, Solam was his biological nephew!
His sister's only son!
There was a saying: no one was closer than an uncle. Though Faerûn did not have that exact saying, the principle was much the same.
Originally, Celeborn should have been very close to Solam.
But the problem lay in Solam's bloodline! It could be said that Solam's existence was precisely why Celeborn had personally killed his own sister—Solam's mother, Lilia.
Because Solam's father had been an orc!!!!
What a scandal that was! Even now, whenever Celeborn thought of it, he was filled with hatred and shame toward Solam's father and Solam himself! In the eyes of elves, orcs were exactly like their name suggested: beasts that looked like humans!
Whenever Celeborn thought about it, he felt