An Extra’s POV

"Was that Esme just now?"

Kara appeared among the Elves, clearly aware of their deep glare as she spoke and entered their midst. She flexed her glasses a little as she looked around her.

"And this destruction… this was her residence, was it not? What happened here?"

The Elves completely ignored Kara as they went on to pick their comrades—first the Youngs, and then the Elders who couldn't stand on their own.

"I'm asking for an explanation here!" She yelled out, fuming as she folded her hands.

"Shut up, filthy human."

Kara's gaze shifted in the direction of the Elf who spoke up first. The older-looking lady shot her a disdainful look as she spoke up some more. "Can't you read the room?"

The girl laughed a little sheepishly as soon as she heard that.

"Humans and their beast-like intelligence…" Murmurs began to leak out of the lips of other Elves, and Kara found herself looking in the direction of each word.

She focused on the lips of the Elves, taking in insult after insult.

"She has no idea how badly she stinks…"

"Just leave us alone already! We don't need the likes of you here."

"We have nothing to say to you!"

After the Elves were done with their first round of insults, all of them now standing still as they stared at Kara with sheer animosity, it was her turn to respond.

Raising her hands in the air, she

and the moment she raised both hands, the object

The glass vial shattered.

covered the

"AAAAAANNNNNGGGGG!!!"

their

my bad for trying to reason with you lot like sensible people and not the animals

glasses, revealing less of the submissive shy persona she had been

gaze was stone-cold, and her demeanor

the spiraling effects those will lead to." Kara sighed once again, suddenly possessing two vials of the very same glass

scent and mixed in a highly addictive component from the flowers from the Dungeon to make the effects

had a handful of the vials, but Kara reckoned that they would be more than enough to serve

have to use this, but it seems this is all you

weakly stretched out their hands. Their eyes were desperate, yet their bodies refused to

"P-please… Mercy…"

"W-we're sorry… please…"

whiff… please…

she watched them, her lips slowly parting as she

nodded like obedient dogs, their tongues out

left in my heart for empathy. Especially towards

that happened from the start. She even saw when the Young Ones arrived to assassinate Esme, and she

But she didn't. Why?

and he specifically told me not to act. I certainly

had to see the Elves for what they were. Sometimes, changing the hearts of people

had to learn that the

should be learned by me too. I really should start wearing Rey's scent as a perfume, but wouldn't that be weird?' A

not