Chapter 383
Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen
383 A One-man Show
Selma Payneâs POV:
âWe all know that even if you confirm the rumors, there will not be any bad consequences. At most, we will be driven back, and the elves and werewolves will have a diplomatic storm. Your troubles wonât be alleviated in any way; instead, you will lose your friendship with your powerful neighbor. If there are any internal problems, do you think my pack will be so tolerant that they wonât even think about taking revenge?â
As I spoke, I suddenly calmed down. The Council of Elders would not be unaware of such apparent gains and losses. So, what was their purpose in doing this?
As expected, the Great Elder didnât intend to fall out with us. He only let out a deep sigh, and his exhausted back became even more hunched. There were a few signs of unease as if the person sitting on the vine chair wasnât a wise man who shouldered the elven race but an old man who had no way out and had used all his clumsy tricks.
âIâll say this without thinking twice. Youâre an intelligent girl. Itâs rare for a young person of your age to have such thoughts. Sigh...â
He didnât elaborate, but his words had an implied meaning.
âI have to admit that we did consider using you as an excuse to hold a tribal meeting, but this option was rejected in the end. Just like you said, itâs only harmful and not beneficial. In that case, itâs better not to plant more bombs for the elven race. We, old people, have already exhausted all our abilities.
âMost of what you said is right, but you still donât know much about the elven race. âRighteousnessâ doesnât need any external force or lies. Whether people are convinced of the interim government or not, no matter what power they have secretly accumulated or excuses they find, they have to obey our ârighteousnessâ.
âHis Majesty is still alive. He used himself to protect the elven race, and even in his deep sleep, he is still contributing everything to maintain the peace of his people. As long as His Majesty was still alive, no one would dare to do anything outrageous. The heavens are watching, and those who go against nature will not be forgiven or acknowledged by the Goddess of Nature. He will use himself as a sacrifice to drag the entire elven race into the wrath of god.
âAnd ironically, we only just saw this fact. I may have to thank you and your companions for this. The patience of the western city-state mayors made us finally understand what weâve overlooked. If we had discovered this earlier, we wouldnât have ended up like this.
âBut whatâs the point of saying all this now?â
At this point, the already tired old man became even more hunchbacked.
âIâm old. Weâre all old. Sensitivity and wisdom are gradually stripping away from our aging bodies. Perhaps weâll eventually fail to live up to His Majestyâs trust.â
I quietly listened to the old manâs muttering. He was right about one thing â he was indeed old. Only an old man would unconsciously let down his guard and dig into his fragile inner self to a stranger.
The Great Elder mumbled something and used the elf language. I gradually couldnât understand what he was saying. After a while, he seemed to have suddenly woken up and said to me apologetically, âIâm sorry you had to listen to this old manâs long-winded talk, Your Highness. In short, I swear that I wonât drag you, your companions, or your country into the water. This is the catastrophe of the elven race, and we must face it ourselves, or we can only inch toward death.â
As he spoke, he started to mumble to himself again. I got the promise I wanted, so I didnât stay any longer and left quietly.
Dorothy and Master Hayley, who had accompanied me here, did not speak the entire time, just like the other elders. It was only after they left the conference room that Dorothy asked, âDo you think theyâre trustworthy?â
âYou canât believe everything they say, but I donât think theyâll do anything stupid again,â I replied noncommittally.
Master Hayley was confused, and her eyes were still a little red. âWhy? The Great Elder spoke from the bottom of his heart. The elven race has indeed fallen into a disaster, and I think he no longer has the energy to think about anything else.â
âMaybe, but one must always be on guard, right?â I shook my head. âEspecially when facing a politician who has lived for more than 400 years. Acting is engraved in his bones. Have you noticed it? Other than the Great Elder, the other elders didnât say anything the whole time. It canât be that the Great Elder is the only one who can make decisions in the Council of Elders, and the others are just decorations.â
âWhat happened to them?â
âSilence means that they are watching from the side. What are they watching? A profound one-man show is always more moving than a quarreling farce.â
âSo, these people still have evil intentions?â
âNot really. Itâs just a normal way of doing things. We canât trust the elven race completely, and the elven race canât trust us completely, either. Tonightâs conversation is about exchanging promises. It doesnât matter if weâre sincere or not. Itâs enough as long as weâre sure we wonât cause trouble for each other.â
Dorothy nodded in a daze and said softly, âAlright, alright. Politics is really a profound knowledge.â