32 A Piece Of Burning Coal In The Dying Fire

Draven walked towards the young elves and the human girl.

"Red eyes?"

"Wait, aren't red only the devil's—"

"T-That's the King!"

The terrified young elves, not knowing what to do in the situation, all fell to their knees. Though they were just a bunch of rowdy kids who knew nothing but play, they had heard from Elder Leeora and their parents countless tales about the King of Agartha.

Seeing the kids fearing him just like the other ordinary subjects of the kingdom, Draven could not help but scowl. He found it burdensome whenever people act like that.

Using his powers, he made them all stand upright, and the bewildered elves had no choice but to remain standing, simply choosing to politely bow to the King. They didn't dare look up and only stared at his black boots.

The human girl felt herself growing nervous at the sight of Draven approaching while those kids were standing with their heads lowered in front of him.