Lette's words, like a steel nail, were firmly driven into the heart of every elf.
Indeed, with the Elf Empire in this state, what face remains to beg for the Life Goddess's grace?
The fact that their anger has not yet descended is already the graciousness of the Goddess.
At this point, still thinking of escape, still thinking of retreat.
Especially just now, everyone thought pleading with the Life Goddess was a brilliant idea.
After Lette tore off the last fig leaf, an overwhelming sense of shame that could drown a person surged up instantly.
"I... It's my incompetence! It's my fault! I have no way to govern the country! I am ashamed before the generations of Elf Kings! I am ashamed of the Goddess's grace!"
The Elf Queen, tears streaming down her face, drew her sword to take her own life, fortunately held down by the Elf Princess and other high-ranking elves.
Most elves bowed their heads in shame, enveloped in a deep sense of self-loathing.
