"Under normal circumstances, you should've stayed in the clan lands for several months. Based on that timeline, after we finished our tasks, we would've met you again naturally. But who knew you'd come out of the clan lands in less than a day? Even the Third Sage couldn't have predicted such a sudden turn of events!"
Under Illiya's rebuttal, Eoryun's gaze drifted, and he began to feel guilty.
"So, Eoryun, would you say your accusations against me are, in some ways, baseless?" Illiya's tone was calm and steady as he spoke. "Wouldn't you agree, Eoryun?"
Eoryun's body stiffened, and cold sweat instantly formed on his forehead. His back unconsciously straightened. It wasn't Illiya's actual words that made him so nervous—it was the threat lurking behind them.
Just because this blond elf spoke in the gentlest tone didn't mean Eoryun couldn't hear the menace behind the words. This was definitely a threat, wasn't it?
