Inside the pavilion, a cold and proud elf with blood-red hair and blood-red eyes spoke toward the barrier. "Who are you? Why do you wish to see this prince? Do you truly have the ability to make this prince the king of the Full Moon Kingdom?"
"Of course. It is merely a trivial matter, but you must pay an equal price," a clear, icy voice sounded from within the barrier.
The elf was somewhat doubtful upon hearing this, because becoming the king of a nation was no trivial matter. Yet the other party made it sound so easy, as though it were nothing more than a minor affair.
"Heh, this prince does not believe you. You are far too arrogant!" the elf prince said with a cold laugh. He would not easily trust someone who had appeared out of nowhere, or he would not even know how he died.
However, the moment his words fell, killing intent so intense that it made his blood boil spread out from within the barrier. Feeling that terrifying killing intent, the elf prince was not afraid in the slightest. Instead, his expression became excited as he stared into the barrier.
Slowly, a figure clad in a black cloak walked out. The elf prince looked at the person before him in disbelief; he had never imagined that the Lord of the Killing Sword worshipped by the Killing Sword Elves would actually come to find him.
However, with the aid of this terrifying Lord of the Killing Sword, becoming the king of the Full Moon Kingdom would be no problem at all. The elf prince immediately broke into a smile and said, "Then I ask the Lord of the Killing Sword to help this prince become the king of the Full Moon Kingdom. This prince will