"You know the Elven Royal Court is standing by while the Attacker wreaks havoc everywhere?"
Tadel fell silent for a long time. "How did you find out?"
"You've let the Attacker run wild for too long. That can only mean one of two things: either the Elven Royal Court is too weak to catch them, or you're deliberately letting them cause trouble."
"As for why... is this the Conservative The Faction's plan? To make the Elves hostile to outsiders again? I even wondered if the attackers were your own people..."
"No. They really are outsiders."
"I see..."
Tadel chose to reveal part of the secret. "They can't hold out much longer. The more damage the Attacker does, the louder the complaints against them grow in the Elven Royal Court."
So, in a way, Annan's sudden intervention had actually helped the Elder The Faction.
Tadel was a leader of the Younger The Faction, yet she had taken Annan's side.
Annan thought back over the dispute between the factions and murmured, "I thought Elves were beautiful, innocent, peace-loving beings who wouldn't fight over power."
"We do love peace. But innocent... that's impossible."
After all, they had ruled the old world for forty thousand years.
"I have only one request," Annan said.
"What is it?"
"Save Irilanze. She shouldn't be the 'price.'"
"I'll do my best to find her..."
Annan wasn't satisfied with Tadel's answer, but there was only so much he could do.
Putting away the World Tree Leaf, Annan surveyed the quiet Cell, which looked more like a study.
If my journey were a novel, dungeons would drive the plot.
If my life were a story, it would be about dungeons and escaping them.
Leave it to the Elven Royal Court? Annan had never stopped trying.
Who knew whether the Elder