Otherwise, if this light elf recorded this incident in his mental little black book and refused to form a bond in the future… that would be devastating.
Drow's hands, which had been hanging by his sides, somehow ended up clasped behind his back.
His fingers nervously twisted together—just like a child caught making a mistake, awaiting a scolding.
Illiya reached up to rub his temples, feeling as though he had endured a year's worth of shocks in a single day.
First, the dark elf disappeared.
Then he reappeared.
And just for good measure, he even apologized to him.
If Illiya were to be honest, he still had no idea why the dark elf, Drow, was apologizing.
In fact, he hadn't even fully grasped what had just happened.
Bel waited for a while, feeling as though an entire continental epoch had passed.
Each magical moment stretched endlessly, seemingly without an end in sight.
Unable to resist, he stole another glance at the light elf.
That one glance made his heart sink.
