Chapter 181 – Our regal maid
At the same exact time Aphasia was battling her sister, her other sisters were fighting too.
One of them—Sophie—was locked in a stare-off with none other than Antares, the Elf King.
He looked like Nephis. Same pale skin. Same silver hair and silver eyes.
But his eyes… they were just silver, cold, empty and ordinary. Not the starlit glow Nephis had in hers.
Still, that didn't make him any less terrifying.
After all, he was no ordinary elf.
He was a king.
"How long are you going to keep this farce up?" Antares said, voice cold, sharp like it was forged in ice.
"You'll either come to me—or I'll come to you, little child."
Little child.
Sophie twitched. Just slightly. But it was there.
It had been a long time since anyone dared speak to her like that. Long enough that the insult almost triggered an automatic attack.
But she held back.
