"...And so... hic, with the help of the Demon King's Army orcs who were advancing nearby... we were able to survive the witch... hic!"
Sola finished her story in tears. The other dark elves behind her wept silently, their faces heavy with grief. Marquis Leo covered his face with his hand and lamented inwardly.
There was no evidence. It was nothing but the elves' one-sided claim. But the circumstances spoke for themselves.
There was exactly one piece of evidence. Evidence plain as day, visible even to Marquis Leo's own eyes.
"Their skin color is the evidence, Marquis."
"...."
Could it actually be that they'd gotten involved with orcs? The thought briefly crossed Marquis Leo's mind, but the idea of elves being intimate with orcs was, by his common sense, an utterly unthinkable delusion.
It was hard to believe, but it was more plausible than the outlandish alternative. The witch Levis had raped four elves and turned them into dark elves.
'A windfall for them, perhaps.'
