Selt felt that his luck had been bad lately-utterly rotten, in fact. He had come to the Dark Forest expecting to return laden with spoils, never imagining he would run into so many miserable problems.
As soon as he arrived in the Dark Forest, the Lancelot Empire's Dark Curtain Organization had set its sights on him. Its members clung to him like flies, irritating him endlessly. He had finally managed to raid a Golden Dragon's lair, only to provoke a powerful, elusive pursuer. Not only had his mount been killed, but he had also lost an ear.
Even Masor, the Fire Element Archmage he had gone to such trouble to invite, had inexplicably vanished without a trace. Masor's two students pestered him all day long, which was truly aggravating.
When he finally reached the Underground World, Selt thought that the Violet Thorn Knights' many experts would let him kill that creature with ease. Instead, he suffered another crushing blow. In three successive attacks, the Violet Thorn Knights had taken heavy losses, suffering over three hundred casualties without managing to seize the Magic Crystal Ore deposit.
In the end, lacking sufficient strength, Selt had actually been forced to cooperate with the evil Dark Elves. For someone as proud and arrogant as him, life had been truly stifling lately. This time, he intended to vent his frustration properly, seize the entire Magic Crystal Ore deposit, and thoroughly torment the Lizardmen who dared stand in his way.
"Mr. Selt, we Dark Elves are willing to cooperate with you this time. I hope you will value this opportunity." The refined male Dark Elf wore magnificent clothes, with intricate, closely spaced natural markings on his left cheek and a sparse little tuft of beard. He looked somewhat sinister and evil.
Dressed like a noble, this