Soldiers slammed weapons against shields in approval. Young nobles grinned openly and even veterans laughed into their drinks.
Unlike humans, dark elves did not fear war. They enjoyed bloodshed just like demons. This was why they were feared. Welding dark aether demanded blood lust and the only way to reduce it was mainly killing beasts and the corrupted.
With the war in the air, nothing united the kingdom faster than someone threatening the royal family.
A dark elf knight nearly spilled his drink laughing.
"They tried assassinating him during the competition?"
"Humans truly are suicidal."
"Remember the spears and arrows phenomenon at the end of the competition, maybe it was at that time."
Another noble smirked.
"At least they saved us the trouble of finding justification."
"You think Her Majesty will actually destroy the kingdom?"
"Depends."
"On what?"
The noble took another slow sip of wine.
"Whether the future king asks her not to."
