“Saint Cassian called you ‘Warriors of the Lord.’ I thought you were proud of that. This is just too embarrassing.”

Despite the menacing glares from the orcs, the elf remained composed. A snowstorm was raging. The elf kept repeating the same words as he brushed the snow clinging to his fur coat. He was waiting for the real negotiation partner.

Then, the orcs parted to the sides, and a towering orc revealed himself.

‘You are finally here.’

The elf buttoned up his coat and adjusted his posture to greet the giant orc as if showing respect. He waited until the orc approached him, then opened his mouth.

“I am honored to meet Hajak, who is the warrior of our Lord Lacryma, the patriarch of the Unfrozen Blood, the ruler of the northern warriors, and the descendant of the mighty ancient dragon at the same time.”

Hajak did not respond to the elf’s words. His gaze was fixed past the elf’s head, looking far off into the distance. The ships that elves had sailed across the frozen sea were anchored, and elves with swords were lined up in formation in front of it.

“The Queen did not come.”

Hajak’s voice was heavy, pressing down on the elf’s head.

“Instead,...