Chapter 135. Mental Communication (Not) (1)

Recently, the elves have been holding their meetings verbally, so we've been able to glean their intentions by selecting those proficient in Elvish to observe. The content varied slightly each time, but lately, reports have surfaced of others raising their voices louder than Vittorio.

"Please, share some of that liquid with me!"

"Hmm..."

And now.

Seeing Vittorio kneeling and pleading as soon as he entered, I knew the reports hinting at his waning authority were true.

"Are you referring to the liquid I deliver to the High Elf territory every day?"

Even when I subtly provoked him with sarcasm,

"Yes! One bucket is enough, just one!"

Perhaps because there were no other eyes watching, he rubbed his hands together, seemingly without a shred of dignity.

Was it because two major operations had failed? Or did something go wrong after the arrival of his clear superior, Benedicta Bianchi...