Hearing the elf queen's words, Leslie was engulfed in a fiery rage.
Owen was her taboo!
No one could touch him!
Yet, this elf queen dared to treat Owen as nothing more than a tool to continue her bloodline. The intensity of this insult to Leslie was unimaginable.
"You really are nothing more than a lowly maid. How dare you lust after my husband? You despicable wench!"
Leslie's cold, cutting voice echoed across the battlefield, resonating in every corner.
The elf queen, startled by Leslie's vehement reaction, hadn't anticipated how deeply Leslie cared about this matter. The oppressive aura surrounding Leslie intensified, her wrath becoming palpable.
The elf queen, however, seemed to revel in Leslie's anger. She sneered and taunted:
"Don't you know? When the Epoch resets, it offers a grand gift to all beings who have fallen!"
"Any offspring born during this period have a high chance of possessing a special constitution!"
