· No More Pretending, Let's Lay It All Out!

The next day, outside the lush green forest, a strange trio made up of two Elves and one member of the Human Race was walking this way. From afar, the Elves stationed here spotted the odd group.

"Isn't that Feel, the 'disgrace of Nirvalen'? I heard she went to the Human Race kingdom with that Human Race slave called Clammy to fight for the throne."

"Could they have succeeded already?"

"But who's that Elf beside them? I've never seen him before."

Inside a house hidden among the great trees by magic, several Elves watched the figures approaching on a surveillance image and began pointing and whispering. Especially when they saw Feel, undisguised jealousy and disdain showed in their eyes.

In their eyes, Feel Nirvalen had only gained her current power and status by being born into the highest nobility. Yet despite being from such a prestigious noble family, she could barely reach the level of a double caster even with the help of the magic amplifier on her head, and had been expelled from the Elves' highest magic academy, the White-Carved Tree.

She was simply a disgrace to the Elves. If only they had been born into the Nirvalen family instead.

Beside them, the other guards looked at Feel in much the same way. They also believed Feel relied on nothing but her birth into the highest nobility, and that in terms of actual magical ability, she was a disgrace even inferior to an ordinary Elf.

But all of them had forgotten one thing. If Feel were truly like that, how could she possibly have become the head of the Nirvalen family and an acting member of the upper house?

"Hey! You lot, keep your voices down. Don't forget your status!"

At that moment, the captain beside them saw his