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This chapter goes back in time a little and is depicted from a different perspective.

How could this happen...

The human castle was taken by the indigenous people (elves). No... it was taken by that woman.

How many humans were sacrificed... I can't believe she would move so quickly.
But, she... wasn't the kind of woman who would busily go around just to attack humans.
What could her objective be...?

Above Taras Castle, the main castle of the County of Almaric which controls the key territory of the Great Forest where the elves reside, a small bird was dancing in the sky.

In the sky where the small bird danced, a fragrant smoke carrying the scent of burning fat and meat rose gently.
At the source of the smoke, a dozen or so figures were gathered in a circle, and in the center, a pile of firewood blazed with red flames...

A nice smell... but a sad one.

This pain, this sorrow... could it be they were burned alive...? And the one being burned over there is...

The one being burned there was the lord, Count Almaric... a human, needless to say.
Sensing that, the small bird shed a single tear... The consciousness of the woman controlling the bird had made it do so. The teardrop fell beside the red flames... and dried up without healing what was once a human.
No one noticed.