The white-haired man shrugged, "I don't care."
"But, can you really do that?"
"What do you mean?" Artor stared at the mysterious white-haired person.
The eyes of the mysterious white-haired person were hidden by strands of hair, "Not everyone betrayed the Sacredragon."
"Sindar among the Elves, oh, now they should be called Tankar Elves."
"Among The Dwarves, half of them stood by the Sacredragon."
"Only, after that battle, the Sindar Elves were exiled to Tankar."
"The surviving Dwarves were exiled to The Undercity."
Artor's eyes suddenly narrowed into a thin line, "You—who are you really?"
...
Ellie Miller opened her eyes to see her husband's handsome face shrouded in gloom.
"..."
Ellie sat up, "Did something happen?"
Artor didn't answer the question, instead he solemnly asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Ellie stretched lazily, "I just felt this sleep was exceptionally deep."
"Ah, is it because the Dwarven liquor is quite strong?"
