The angels' communication technology was quite good. A few seconds later, the Queen received the intelligence.
At that moment, she wore full golden armor and held a golden double-bladed battle axe, sitting beneath dim lights in a location that remained a mystery.
She first listened to the pet maidservants' report, then ground her teeth and looked at the figure across the table.
"Malekith! Did you hear that? Your people set fires in my realm! They burned many people to death!"
Malekith happened to wave away the subordinate whispering in his ear. A sinister grin appeared on his pointed face.
"Is that so? Then why does the intelligence I received say that your people robbed mine, attacked them in a group, and then set the fire to cover up the truth?"
The Angel Queen narrowed her eyes. Her beautiful face looked particularly vicious beneath her helmet. Her gauntleted hand seized the wineglass before her and smashed it onto the floor.
"You suspect me of lying to you? You petty wretch, you were the one who lied to me first! You said Midgard had countless treasures, a mysterious Future, and that we could gain all sorts of benefits there! But what now? Pah!"
The wineglass shattered across the golden carpet, and golden wine spilled all over the floor. Malekith watched the wine disappear, a regretful expression on his face.
He wore a black cloak over black metal plate armor. For the Dark Elves, who generally avoided armor in order to maintain agility, this armor, barely thicker than paper and without a matching helmet, already counted as heavy armor.
After all, back then, King Klaw had been stabbed in the back and killed by Malekith precisely because he had not worn armor.
"Do not be angry, Your Majesty. This may be a misunderstanding.