Inside the office, there was a dark elf cowering on the floor, trembling with his head down. It was a pitiful sight.0

“Brother…” muttered Adinio.0

Ladet, the leader of Nameragon and Adinio’s brother, finally noticed them. His eyes widened in surprise.0

“Oh, you’re here, Brother,” said Ladet in a cheerful tone.0

Then he repeatedly kicked the dark elf, who was cowering in front of him.0

“Argh!” the dark elf groaned as he rolled across the ground.1

Ladet—who, unlike most elves, had a muscular physique—was in the midst of beating up a dark elf in his office. He looked around him in search of something and then picked up a leather belt. Then he wrapped it around his hand and repeatedly struck the dark elf, who lay sprawled on the floor.1

The dark elf whimpered and begged for mercy, but Ladet stood firm.0

“Now, tell me why Arden suddenly changed,” Ladet demanded.0

“I don’t know… anything…” said the dark elf.0

“I guess it’s still not enough.”0

Ladet placed a foot on the dark elf’s head and then spit on him. A glob of Ladet’s saliva dripped down the dark elf’s cheek.0

“Brother, he is the traitor,” Ladet explained to Adinio.0

“Brother…” muttered Adinio.0

“He revealed to Arden that Jamero wasn’t in Nameragon. Fucking bastard.”0

Ladet lashed the dark elf with his belt once more. A sharp crack rang out, and blood splattered onto the ground. The dark elf’s screams filled the office.0

“This guy gave away the garrison’s information, so most of the troops were attacked and are now unable to defend the City Hall!” Ladet said angrily.0

He stepped on the dark elf’s head, pressing his boots firmly onto...0