The relationships within elf families were more like friendships.
No one would force young elves to do things they didn't want to do, which made elven personalities rather carefree.
Humans, however, were different—especially someone like Young Master Eoryun, who was the future heir.
The pressure he bore was immense, and the amount he had to learn was staggering.
But what did that have to do with him, a mere elf?
Elves didn't have any ill intentions—they were just here to watch the drama unfold.
Before they even had time to settle into their seats, hurried footsteps echoed from the entrance.
The people in the hall turned to look, and a knight with a grim expression entered.
The knight struggled to compose himself, trying to keep his emotions in check.
He placed a hand on his chest and saluted the city lord. "My lord, the prisoner in the dungeon—the one claiming to be the queen's brother—has presented a token."
