Chapter 186. Councillor Laeron

“Take off your hood,” A man with black hair and dark sunset eyes commanded, his voice deep and laced with malice. He had a beard around his chin and over his lips, and a few noticeable wrinkles marked his eyes and cheeks. He wore a long, black jacket made from leather, sleeves folded up to his elbows, and sat on a red couch with his left leg above his right. His name was Kaelvin; he was the leader of this group of rebels.

Damian pushed off his hood. His violet eyes sparkled as the orange light from the fireplace to his right swept over his face.

“You’re not an elf,” Kaelvin said, noticing that he had normal ears.

“No. I’m Prince Damian Churchill of Valtoria,” Damian responded.

“Oh, a prince of Valtoria working for the elves as a spy. Now I’ve seen everything.” One of the numerous elves who stood around Kaelvin said, and the others chuckled. They all wore the same jacket—a uniform to mark the protectors of the Devean zone.

“I’m not a spy. I’m a visitor.