Selma Payne's POV:
I had to admit that the Great Elder had somewhat convinced me.
To be honest, my original goal in coming to the elven territory was to hunt down the cultists and stop the appearance of Azazel. Besides, there might be another Leviathan among the demons in the modern world, so I couldn't just let the cultists go.
Should I agree?
After weighing the pros and cons, I finally nodded. "Alright then, please follow me."
So we followed the old and dark corridor back to the embassy.
Master Hayley and Eve were extremely vigilant when they saw the Great Elder behind me. After I explained the situation, they only lowered their hostility a little.
I ended the battle quickly as I gently absorbed some power leaking from the parchment. I immediately recognized that this power came from Azazel. It was still the same sentence. No matter how well-disguised the cake was, it could not change its taste and composition.
