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I figured there would be more elf believers, but I didn’t think there’d be a Cardinal like Bishop Caesare, Leon thought.
Elves. Even if someone had never seen one in person, they had most likely heard of them.
They were a long-eared, long-lived race known for their beauty, their harmony with the natural world, and their affinity for spirits. They were far more adept with bows than blades, and their innate talent in spiritual arts meant each individual elf possessed potential that vastly outstripped humans.
Despite being few in number, they had never fallen under another race’s dominion, not even during the age when beastkin were enslaved. Alongside the dwarves, they were counted as the foremost of the demi-human races, although unlike the industrious, sociable dwarves, elves were famously insular and preferred to keep to their own tribes.
Startled by his sharp tone, Karen retreated a step and apologized. “N-no, that’s not what I meant! I just never imagined a cardinal would be an elf. My apologies if I offended you!”
William tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as if he saw something, and said, “A half-blood, huh. Dark Elf?”
“H-how did you…?!”
“No need to be alarmed. The spirits’ reaction gave it away, that’s all.”
Karen’s expression darkened, and Leon instinctively stepped forward, placing himself between her and the cardinal. He met the man’s gaze head-on, his eyes hardening.
Whatever elves think of Dark Elves, I’m not letting him bring...
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