Upon hearing this, Rosalie was lost in her thoughts.
The elven race was known as one of the most gifted and talented races. They were born with a high affinity for various elements. Some were even born with unique traits. However, the elves in the Greenwood Kingdom were far too lacking compared to their ancestors.
It was written in their ancient records that they were merely a collateral faction of a much bigger elven nation. No information was recorded on why they broke off from the main lineage. There were only clues hinting at a great war, but no evidence to confirm it.
"We will talk about this again." Her gaze hardened.
Just as she was about to turn and leave the treehouse, the elven king's indifferent voice echoed behind her.
"For how long will you choose to hide here?"
She paused her steps and looked back, her eyes growing colder. "Watch what you say, Garandel. You may be the elven king, but my royal bloodline is stronger than yours."
