A pair of azure wings, a bright-red strawberry for a head—this Elf King gazed at the Black Witch King with clear, watery Daya-like eyes, remaining silent for a long while.
After a long time, fear finally overcame indignation. The plant Elf King lowered his strawberry head, which had been raised in fervent challenge, flapped his azure wings, and retreated with a sigh. "The perfectly beautiful world described by the Wizard King truly belongs only to Fairy Tales."
Beside this plant Elf King stood a hundred-meter-tall shaggy monster with curved, savage crystal fangs. Beneath its brown-black coat, flesh constantly writhed, and its tiny eyes turned toward the indignant Elf King as he retreated.
"In only a few thousand years, you have grown to this extent. You may be considered one of the Alliance's rare outstanding beings. But it is precisely because you are young that you have never come into contact with the Wizard Alliance's history. Do not think the peace and beauty of the Alliance in recent years are everything. This is merely the time when the Alliance is fulfilling the purpose for which it was founded. We are all chess pieces in the wizards' palms, and we can never escape this fate."
The shaggy monster was immense and appeared sluggish in its movements, while its voice carried an indescribably ancient, far-reaching weariness.
"You have not experienced the iron-blooded brutality of the Alliance's earliest days, nor do you know the wizards' savage and terrifying side. You take pride in this vast and prosperous organization because you were born into these rules and adapted to them. Yet to the wizards, you are still only a chess piece—a chess piece enslaved and driven by the rules."
The Elf King let out a low roar of anger. "No! These are merely isolated phenomena