When Sirin suddenly brought up the Elves, especially comparing them to the Flügel's Heaven's Strike, the Flügel immediately panicked.
From what Sirin meant, the Elves' status had clearly risen, while the Flügel's standing in her heart had fallen!
The racial hierarchy in this universe was extremely strict. Even though there was peace now, a race's ranking still represented its status.
If the Elves surpassed the Flügel, they would never be able to accept it.
The kneeling Flügel girls turned their gazes toward the youngest sister beneath Sirin's feet, Jibril. Before this, they had all felt that Jibril had utterly disgraced the Flügel.
But now, they only wanted Jibril to put in a good word for them.
After all, although Jibril was like a pet raised by Princess Sirin, her status in Sirin's heart was still far above theirs.
Jibril noticed the gazes of the other Flügel, but... she simply ignored them.
She just would not say anything. She just wanted to play...
Ahem, more importantly... Jibril did not want the other Flügel to make Sirin unhappy.
"I don't want to repeat myself!"
Sirin sat high upon her throne, her cold golden eyes fixed on the Flügel below.
She did not like anyone questioning her words. All she needed was for them to do whatever she said. As for anything else, they had better not think about it or ask about it.
Feeling the temperature instantly plummet, the Flügel and the other six High Races nearby immediately broke out in cold sweat.
"Yes."
Daring not to say another word, the six High Races swiftly turned and left the palace to carry out Sirin's orders.
Once the outsiders had left, only Sirin, Bella, and Jibril remained in the palace. Looking at Jibril beneath the throne, pinned under Her Majesty's foot, Bella's eyes