Westheid found Ailorus's attitude baffling. Was she in a good mood or a bad one? She seemed to be smiling happily, but for what reason?
It had been a long time since Westheid had to deliberately strategize to win someone over. Even with Reiya and Mivana, he had possessed a profound understanding of their personalities and pasts, allowing him to devise plans with ease.
But this Elf Queen, who was younger than many humans, had barely any screen time or lore in *Poem of Destiny*. Westheid knew plenty about several Demons, but when it came to Ailorus, he was truly in the dark.
Westheid could only offer a cautious reply:
"You flatter me. I was merely doing my duty."
"It's not your fault, Westheid."
Ailorus tapped the rim of her teacup, gesturing for Westheid to drink it while it was still warm, and said:
