Perhaps it was the mood of the commoners infecting everyone, but even the Littlefolk King—who had just cried himself nearly blind at seeing his son kidnapped before his eyes and almost fainted—also sank to his knees.
“May I ask what… what commands the holy… holy envoy has for us…?”
A richly dressed little man spoke up. Leif remembered him as a grand noble, the highest among the king’s ministers.
At this point, the Littlefolk King was completely at a loss. On this stage, aside from the royal family—yet other than the king himself, only Darci remained, staring blankly with...
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