[Event] [Elven Utopian War] [80] Retribution

As soon as I left Freyja behind, I stepped out of the palace, crossing its grand courtyard with swift strides with mother in my arms. Alvara followed close behind but silent.

Dealing with Freyja had been surprisingly easier than I had anticipated. She was utterly consumed by the single-minded obsession of reclaiming her body, and despite my betrayal, she hadn't turned against me. Perhaps, in the end, she saw me as her last, fragile thread of hope.

After all, I was a royal of the Olphean House. If anyone had a realistic chance of getting close to her original body, it was me. There were others, of course, but would they willingly return it to her? I doubted it. Compared to the uncertainty of strangers, I was the safest bet she had. At the very least, we knew each other well enough by now. And there was no one else better suited for the task.

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I sighed inwardly. 'Talk about what?'