"Hmph! These elves have the ability to resurrect. Don't you understand the reason behind it? In this world, who is the great existence that can grant the living the power of resurrection?!"
"It is the great Death God!"
"Regardless of what kind of existence this Life Goddess Eve is that the elves worship, she must be greatly connected to the Death God we revere!"
"This request for aid was designated by the oracle of the Goddess. Although we have been tricked by the elves, the contract is real and blessed by the Goddess!"
"In this situation, breaking the contract would be defying the oracle of the Goddess!"
The old chief looked at Duoruru, who was holding his head in despair, with a voice filled with disappointment.
He panted heavily for a while and then angrily said,
"Besides... Do you want to break it? Have you asked if the elves agree?"
