The One-Eyed Elf's fingers unconsciously caressed the tattoo on the side of his neck, the floral tattoo evidently crafted with exquisite skill.
And it carried the art style of the elves. It must have been the work of an elf.
Yet Iophis himself just sneered as he spoke to Sachia.
"You've spent a long time with humans, yet you find recognition and sympathy for the Squirrel Faction because of your identity as a Green Dragon."
"You quickly understood our essence, do you know why?"
"Because we're also just a bunch of brats! Young punks! Hotheads!"
Iophis calling himself a 'brat' didn't anger Sachia; instead, she earnestly looked at him, ready to listen to his thoughts.
But Sachia obviously didn't expect him to describe himself and his group like this.
Wasn't calling us 'brats' an insult just now?
"We were incited, someone exploited our impulsiveness and foolishness, deceiving us with 'freedom' as a slogan... Do you think no one among us has heard this? Or understood it?"
