The elven soldier advanced with quick steps through the throne room, and walking by his side was the small brown-haired demon without horns.
Ophelia, who was watching from the end of the stone table, narrowed her eyes upon seeing the small figure enter.
"Zelyn?" Ophelia called her by her name, breaking the room's silence.
The small demon looked up immediately, searching for the source of the voice. Upon seeing the imposing woman sitting at the table, her eyes widened with pure surprise. She took a hesitant step forward.
After a few seconds, the little girl seemed to realize exactly who the person in front of her was.
"You are... the witch of chaos," the small demon said with a soft but clear voice, while slowly approaching the immense stone table.
The elven soldier, seeing that his escort task was finished, stood to the side, maintaining a military posture without saying anything else so as not to interrupt.
