So soon?
Moxi stared in surprise. She had parted from Ellia less than three minutes ago. Then she realized she couldn't let the two of them join forces!
The conflict between Free City's lord and the Flower Court remained unclear. If he cooperated with the Dark Elves—or even formed an alliance with them—it would be terrible for the Flower Court.
And she had a perfectly good reason to intervene.
Bang—
Moxi shoved open the window, which was only pulled to, and leaped into the Office.
She looked up to see Ellia kneeling with both hands raised behind her head, tying up her long hair. The human lord stood before her.
A flash of contempt crossed Moxi's eyes, unnoticed by either of them. She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Holy Son. I hid something from you, and I think I must tell you!"
Annan looked at Ellia, still kneeling before him, then at Moxi, who had come in through the window.
"Do you have to tell me now?" he asked awkwardly. "Can't it wait until tomorrow...?"
Tomorrow? By then it'll be too late.
Moxi sneered inwardly. "Holy Son, this is important. I must tell you now."
Annan frowned. Mr. Mora had been right. The Dark Elves of the Southlands had no manners.
Climbing in through a window—what did she think this place was, a public toilet?
He was about to summon Lilith and have her warn the lawless Dark Elf when Moxi spoke first. "I'm the real 'Ellia.'"
"What?"
"I was the one who prayed. I was afraid of the curse at the time, so I didn't give my real name."
"You little..." Ellia swallowed the curse that would have ruined her image.
You were afraid of the curse, so you gave them my real name?
If malice could be