Too short."

"I've been preparing. I have plenty of time." She said coldly, suppressing the resentment in her heart.

"Innocent child, becoming a drow is far more than just participating in a barbaric massacre."

The archmage said gloomily, "If my guess is correct, Jonara Tux must be good at this."

Santila heard these meaningful words, and she didn't want to face this reality.

She couldn't believe Aunt Jonara would betray her.

The magical godmother raised her and gave her the care and pampering that most young drow could only dream of receiving.

In addition to her biological mother, she not only gave her life, but also gave her ten years of warmth, safety and even love.

It was Aunt Jonara's indulgence that made her the most free and unrestrained drow in Ancient Orens City.

"You're doubting my judgment."

There was a hint of coldness in the Archmage's calm eyes, "Don't you really think that it was a great adventure? Very good, I am beginning to despair of your judgment."

"So?" Santila said almost desperately.

If it was really like what he said, then the battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr...she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Stupid kid, I don't want any harm to you."

The Archmage raised his eyelids, looked at his daughter who looked disappointed, and said gently:

"I will give you a magic item that will allow you to kill your prey with ease, thus fulfilling the literal requirements of the ritual. After all, you never paid much attention to Rose's eighth leg, did you?
Chapter completed!