Melisandre looked at the Elf Queen, her tone full of guilt: "I'm sorry, Catherine, I didn't expect we would be a burden to you."
"This is not the problem of your Harpist Alliance. I am already very grateful that you could send support," Catherine said.
Melisandre wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, took down the longbow from her back, and looked sharply into the distance: "Catherine, please give me a chance to make amends."
"Of course, you may."
Catherine said solemnly.
For a moment, the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.
At this moment, a voice came from afar, low and hoarse, sending chills down the spine.
"Catherine, you could live in a luxurious palace, enjoying a peaceful and beautiful life—why would you be so ungrateful and start a rebellion?"
A male elf clad in a long robe stepped out from the shadows. He wore a white long robe, wielded a Mithril Staff, with a delicate appearance like other elves, but there was a strange glint in his eyes.
