Lor'themar corrected his lover, saying to Liadrin:

"You think they are pitiful because you have never seen the mass graves next to Twisting Town. They ruthlessly killed their compatriots for a little bit of magic power, and then threw the corpses into the mass graves. You know...

Two hundred years ago, how many highborne were there in this city? A total of 750,000! Now? Not even 300,000... The more than 400,000 people were killed by them with their own hands... These scum

Not worthy of sympathy at all!”

Hearing Lor'themar's explanation, the countess's eyes became colder little by little. Although the Sindra elves did not have a horrific history of cannibalism, their behavior was undoubtedly nothing like cannibalism of their compatriots.

The difference is that if this last bottom line is broken, it means that this civilization has fallen into the abyss.

"Let me take them back to the Empire."

Liadrin said to Lor'themar:

"Since they are just waiting to die here, it is better to bring them back to the church. The priests are very interested in saving the souls of sinners. This act of delivering prisoners of war can also repair the rift between us and the empire... Also

It’s time for these sinners to pay the price for what they did in the past.”

"Well, that's a pretty good way to deal with it."

Lor'themar nodded. He looked at the highborne elves who were looking for the relics of their relatives in the ruins. He said:

"If they stay here, they will be killed sooner or later... But Leah, there may be less than 150,000 Sindra elves left in this city. At the end of the previous war, there was a large group

The elves have all escaped from the passage of the dungeon, and it seems that a new leader is taking them away... Until now, we haven't found out who the new leader is... But we will find out eventually."

"Those Syndra who escaped are a threat to Elre'Thalas...threats must be eliminated!"

"Well, don't talk about these boring things... It's not a pleasant life in the Holy Light Church. My Theron, I haven't drank for more than 4 months... I mean, maybe you and I...

.Can we... have a drink tonight?"

"..."

Facing the countess's active "invitation", the ranger lord was silent for a moment, and then lowered his voice:

"There is a box of gold Azshara rum found in Tortheldrin's palace in my house... That is a fine wine from the Elf Empire period. We can taste it together..."

"Then what?"

The countess glanced at her lover with a sly smile, who shrugged and said unnaturally:

"Then... talk about life, talk about ideals, plan for the future and so on."

This is the end of the November update~ And, my personal life achievements: the marriage certificate [1/1] has been obtained, and the wedding may be postponed to next year. In short... pray for me, brothers~ Love
Chapter completed!