A carriage pulled by fives human slaves crawled into a village. Two village guards who were surprised approached the carriage, but one of the female elf suddenly got down and cut off head that's two village guards in an instant

Rosaline gracefully got off the train using the backs of her slaves who were already bent over the edge of the train as steps to get down

“Rosaline : Well, well, so many impertinent little pigglet need to be punished in here~” Her eyes locked on people in that village, unblinking and unamused. The moment was thick with tension as she tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a faint sneer behind the black cloth that covers her mouth.

She walks towards village and grip her staff in right hand, hips swaying in a mockingly sexual. Along with the group of female elves who also got off the train and started walking behind her.

“Females elves : Kneel, or die where you stand." said one of the elves behind Rosaline, followed by another elf

Female elves 2 : Choose wisely, human trash.”

Rosaline turned to look at the speaker as if they'd just grown a second head. Her golden eyes flashed with pure hatred and contempt before she growled, "Insolent little worm! How dare you speak to your betters like that!" Before he could react, her hand snapped out and slapped him across the face hard enough to send him flying several feet backwards.

With a cold laugh, she addressed his now-stunned companions. "Well then, who's next? Or will you all just sit there and let this insect speak for you?" Her voice dripped with disdain as she raised her staff slightly, ready to strike again at the slightest provocation.

Her eyes narrowed even further, and she took a menacing step closer to him, nostrils flaring slightly as her anger rose. "You dare defy me?" she hissed, voice little more than a dangerous whisper. "Do you truly think you can get away with such insolence? Even now, when I could end your pathetic life with but a thought?"

Without warning, she lashed out with her staff, aiming for his chest. The impact sent him flying backwards again, crashing into one of the nearby huts before falling limply to the ground. "This is what happens," she spat coldly as she gazed around at the now-silent crowd, "when you cross Rosaline."

Her eyes narrowed even further, and she took another step closer to him. Her hand curled into a fist around the staff, cracking her knuckles menacingly. "Do you really wish to see how I treat those who defy me?" she asked icily. "To taste what true pain feels like under my boot?"

Her words hung in the air for a moment, as her nostrils flared again. Suddenly, she raised her staff high above her head and brought it crashing down upon the ground with enough force to shatter several nearby rocks. The impact made the earth tremble beneath their feet, sending a chill through those who stood nearby.

"Bow before me," Rosaline growled, pointing her staff at him. "Kneel, or suffer my wrath!" Her body tensed as she prepared to strike again should he refuse.

The coldness in her eyes intensified as she glared at him. "You poor, deluded fool." She hissed through gritted teeth. "Do you truly believe that you can stand against me? That anyone could?" With a laugh that was half disbelief and half amusement, she raised her staff high once more and brought it slamming down onto the ground with such force that a cloud of dust erupted around them. The impact sent shockwaves through the earth, making the huts nearby sway unsteadily.

"Kneel now," she growled, pointing her staff directly at him. "Or suffer the consequences." Her words dripped with power and menace, almost as if they were a physical force that pushed him down to his knees. But Paweli remained resolute, unmoved by her threats and show of strength.

A slow smirk curled Rosaline'

Her eyes widened slightly as she felt the cold edge of the blade press against her throat. Rosaline's smirk faltered for a moment before it was quickly replaced by a look of contempt and disdain. "How dare you, little piglet?" she hissed through gritted teeth. "You truly do not know your place!"

Without warning, she abruptly bent forward at the waist, twisting her body so that they were now facing each other with their knees touching. Her free hand reached out and snatched the blade from his grasp, tossing it aside carelessly. With surprising strength, she then pushed him away hard enough to send him flying several feet backwards, landing in a heap on the ground.

"Pathetic!" Rosaline spat at him as he struggled to get back up. "You think you can defeat me with your pathetic little blade

"So you did steal it," Rosaline growled, her eyes flashing with anger as she towered over him. "That just makes your defiance all the more pathetic! You must be truly desperate to attack someone so much stronger than yourself." With a sigh, she leaned down close to his ear and whispered cruelly, "But since you've already made such a fool of yourself... I suppose there's no harm in teaching you a lesson you won't soon forget."

Her hands suddenly clamped around his throat, her long fingers digging deep into the flesh as she began to squeeze. "Do you understand now, little worm?" she asked mockingly through gritted teeth. "That I could end your pathetic life with ease? That there is no one who can stop me from doing as I please?" Her powerful arms tightened further, cutting off his air supply and making

"Very well then," Rosaline hissed through gritted teeth as she realized that he'd somehow managed to escape her grasp. Her eyes narrowed further as she looked around the village, trying to sense where he had disappeared to. "I'll just have to find you again, little maggot." With a huff of irritation, she turned away from him and began to pace back and forth in front of the huts, her movements graceful despite her anger.

"Now then," she addressed the cowering villagers, "I suggest you all learn your place before it's too late." Her tone was calm now, cold and biting as ever. "Kneel before me and swear your allegiance or suffer the consequences!" The villagers exchanged nervous glances but eventually began to kneel, each trembling and terrified at the thought of what Rosaline might do if they refused.

The look she gave him was one of pure contempt. "Do I look like the kind of Dark Elf who would waste their time on a demon-infested continent?" She asked sarcastically. "No, thank you. This world is more than enough to handle my wrath." Her nostrils flared slightly as she continued to pace back and forth in front of the kneeling villagers.

"Now," she said coldly, her tone suddenly hard and commanding. "I want each and every one of you to swear allegiance to me, Rosaline the Dark Elf, Slaves Hunter." Her eyes locked on them, daring any of them to defy her. "Those who do not shall be dealt with harshly."

The villagers exchanged worried glances but eventually began to whisper their oaths to her one by one. Rosaline nodded slightly in acknowledgement as

"Very well then," she said dismissively, her lips curling into a sneer. "I hope you all realize the consequences of your choice." She paused, meeting each villager's gaze in turn before continuing, her voice icier than ever. "Those who think they can go back on their word will be dealt with harshly, understand?" Each member of the village nodded silently in reply.

With a final glance around at them, Rosaline nodded to herself and turned away, walking back toward her train. As she went, she muttered under her breath about how pathetic they all were and how glad she was that she didn't have to rule over the likes of demons as well.

"Follow me," she called out over her shoulder without bothering to turn around, "back to our caravan." The female elves behind her fell into step beside her as the vill

"Hmph!" was all she managed to say before turning her attention back to the villagers once more. She could see their relief at her words and felt a surge of annoyance rush through her. With a quick motion, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers, unleashing a powerful gust of wind that sent the surrounding huts tumbling over one by one like dominos, their flimsy structures unable to withstand the onslaught. The villagers screamed in terror as they were forced to scatter, seeking shelter from the debris and destruction.

"Now see what happens when you defy me?" she shouted, her voice carrying across the wind. "This is but a taste of my power!" As the last hut collapsed beneath the assault of her magic, Rosaline turned away at last, satisfied that she had made her point clear. Her elves followed silently behind

As soon as she turned back to face Paweli once more, anger flared in her eyes like an inferno. She barely had time to register what was happening before a powerful kick connected with her stomach, sending her flying into the air with enough force to shatter several nearby rocks upon impact. Landing hard on the ground, she coughed up blood and felt several ribs crack as they shifted under her skin. Her eyes narrowed even further in rage.

"You dare!" She managed to wheeze between clenched teeth, struggling to rise back up. "How dare you defy me?! Little piglet!" Her words came out in a choking growl as she forced herself onto her hands and knees before finally finding the strength to stand upright once more, glaring down at Paweli with hate-filled eyes.

Her elves moved silently into position around them, tension

Rosaline's nostrils flared as she glared at Paweli with disdain, refusing to acknowledge the significance of his words about the demon corpses beneath them. Instead, her anger only grew hotter. "So you think that mere mortals like yourself can defeat demons?" she sneered, voice dripping with contempt.

"I will show you the folly of your ways!" She raised her staff high above her head, gathering her magic as her eyes began to glow menacingly. A powerful blast of wind sent debris flying through the air, sending Paweli reeling back a step before he could retaliate.

"Feel my wrath!" she shouted, unleashing a torrent of fire and lightning upon him, her body tensed as she channeled all of her power into the attack. The ground shook violently beneath their feet

Rosaline sneered at him contemptuously. "Why do you think they're here?" she repeated mockingly. "To serve as my slaves and do my bidding, of course! They are nothing but fodder for my amusement." Her eyes narrowed menacingly as she continued her assault with wind, fire, and lightning, showing no signs of letting up.

The two female elves flanking her moved in closer, their expressions grim as they prepared to aid Rosaline if necessary. "Female Elves 1: Truly pathetic," Female Elves 2 murmured disdainfully, watching Paweli struggle against the onslaught of magic unleashed upon him.

"What are you talking about?" Rosaline snarled as she brought her staff down hard on the ground, sending out another powerful wave of wind in an attempt to knock him off balance and disrupt his concentration. "Those demons would never dare defy me! They exist only to serve my will!"

Her elves moved even closer now, their expressions tight with worry as they tried to keep an eye on both Paweli and Rosaline at the same time. "Rosaline," Female Elves 1 hissed worriedly, "are you sure about that?"

"Of course I'm sure!" Rosaline snapped back, anger flaring brightly in her golden eyes. "They may seem strong now, but once they taste the full force of my power they will beg for mercy!" She took a step forward and raised her staff high above her head again, preparing to unleash another attack

"Impossible!" Rosaline's eyes went wide with shock as she took in his words. "They would never dare such a thing! They exist only to serve me and obey my every command!" Tears began to form in her eyes, streaking down her cheeks as the reality of what he was saying began to sink in.

Her elves stared at her with disbelief and horror. "R-Rosaline," Female Elves 2 stammered, her voice trembling. "W-What if he's telling the truth?"

The dark elf princess ignored them, her mind reeling from the revelation. She took a shaky step back, almost tripping over her own feet as she lowered her staff. Paweli had somehow managed to turn everything around with just a few words...

"No," she whispered hoarsely, trying and failing to convince herself it

"Our... rings?" Rosaline stammered, finally finding the strength to speak as she looked down at his hand, her eyes widening in realization. Tears continued to flow freely down her cheeks, mixing with the blood and dirt that now covered her face. "You're telling the truth," she whispered, her voice little more than a hoarse croak.

The two female elves exchanged worried glances, their eyes flickering between Rosaline and Paweli. They knew that if what he had said was true, then everything they had ever believed in was about to crumble around them.

"Y-You're lying!" Female Elves 2 shouted suddenly, her voice cracking with fear and denial. "He's making this up! He's just trying to trick us!" But even as she spoke, she couldn't quite meet Rosaline'

Her mouth opened and closed several times before she finally found the words to speak. "I... I don't know," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. Tears streamed down her face unchecked as she struggled to comprehend what was happening, what it all meant.

Female Elves 2 looked at the ground, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She knew that even if Rosaline didn't believe Paweli right now, there would be no arguing with the truth that lay before them. The memories of the demon corpses beneath their feet, the knowledge that their entire world had been turned upside down... It was too much to process.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I never wanted any of this." Female Elves 1 put a comforting hand on her shoulder, sighing heavily as she did

Her eyes met his, filled with pain and confusion, as she struggled to find the words to say. "I... I don't know what to believe anymore," she whispered softly. "It all seems so impossible... but at the same time, it feels like everything we've ever known has been turned upside down." She wiped away another tear with the back of her hand, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "What do we do now?"

Female Elves 1 glanced over at Paweli before returning her gaze to Rosaline. "We need time," she said gently. "To process everything that's happened... to find out what the truth really is." Her expression darkened slightly as she considered the implications of their discussion. "And we may need help from others who were close to Yuna, if there are any left."

Rosaline nodded

"Thank you," she whispered softly, stepping forward and taking his hand in hers. Carefully, she slipped off the ring from his finger, holding it up to the light before pressing it against her heart, tears streaming down her cheeks once more. "I will treasure this always," she promised, meeting his gaze with a newfound sense of determination burning brightly within her eyes.

Her elves exchanged glances again, uncertain what the future held but knowing that their world would never be the same. It was time for them to face whatever challenges lay ahead, together. "Very well," Female Elves 2 said finally, nodding solemnly at Paweli. "Let us find those who can help us make sense of all this."

With a deep breath, they turned and began to lead the way back toward their caravan, leaving behind them a trail of confusion and doubt in their wake.

Rosaline hesitated before nodding her head slowly in understanding. "I will not," she promised quietly. "But if you ever need me to go... I will return those rings to you." She paused, searching for the right words as they walked. "We may be enemies now, Paweli... but we don't have to be. Not forever."

The other elves cast sidelong glances at her before looking away uncomfortably, unsure how to react to such a statement from their dark elf princess. But Rosaline seemed steadfast in her belief that perhaps, someday, they could find common ground upon which they could all stand together once more.

Rosaline took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts and emotions. "Very well," she said slowly. "But first... there is something I must do." She hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I need to find out what really happened to Yuna..." Her voice trailed off, the weight of her words heavy in the air between them.

Her elves exchanged worried glances but said nothing, knowing that their dark elf princess would likely want some time alone with her thoughts and memories before returning to the task at hand. For now, all they could do was follow silently behind as Rosaline led them toward a small clearing not far from where they had been fighting moments ago.

In the center of the clearing lay several large stones, arranged in a circle around an ancient tree. It was here that Rosaline intended to make her final preparations before venturing back into the

"Very well," Rosaline said softly, her voice filled with understanding and respect as she nodded her head in agreement. "But know that you are not alone. The memory of Yuna lives on within me, and I will honor her by fighting at your side when the time comes to face whatever it is we find waiting for us on the demon continent." Her eyes met his once more before looking away, uncertainty clouding her expression as she considered their coming battle. "Let us go now," she said finally, her voice steady despite her inner turmoil, "and prepare ourselves for what lies ahead."

With that, Rosaline turned and began to lead the way back toward their caravan, with her two elven companions following silently behind. The wind rustled through the leaves of the ancient tree in the center of the clearing as they disappeared from sight, leaving only the faintest scent of roses and ash hanging in

Without turning back, Rosaline replied softly, "I understand." The weight of her words and the solemn promise that lay within them hung heavy in the air as they continued on their way. She knew what was at stake, and she would not risk anything or anyone else to interfere with Paweli's vengeance. When the time came, they would face it together, united by the memory of Yuna and their shared determination to see justice served.

Rosaline turned her head slightly as she sensed the presence of someone familiar near them. "Paweli?" Her eyes widened in disbelief when she recognized him standing there before her. It had indeed been a long time since they'd last met; seven years to be exact. She couldn't help but wonder what had brought him back now, and how much had changed during his absence. "What are you doing here?"

As she waited for an answer, she continued walking alongside her caravan, maintaining a respectful distance between them as they moved through the woods. Her two elven bodyguards kept their eyes on Paweli warily but didn't interfere or say anything further.

Her brow furrowed in confusion as she listened to him speak. "Your ring? But I thought you wanted nothing more than revenge against the demons who took Yuna's life," she said hesitantly, glancing over at him with uncertainty in her gaze. "And what sort of request would that be?"

Pausing for a moment, she glanced around them again, unease beginning to creep up on her as they continued through the woods. The air seemed thick with anticipation, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that something big was about to happen.

"A place to call home?" Rosaline repeated, her voice soft with understanding as she searched his expression for any sign of truth in his words. "And you think that place is here, with me and my people?" She hesitated before continuing, "But Paweli, we are not humans. We have our ways, our customs... It may be difficult for you to adjust."

As they continued walking, her elves shifted uneasily beside her, exchanging worried glances as they contemplated the implications of what he was asking. The forest seemed to press in around them, the trees forming a protective barrier that both kept them hidden from prying eyes and made it feel as if the world outside no longer existed.

Rosaline nodded slowly as she listened to him explain his situation, her expression thoughtful. "Very well," she said at last. "You are welcome in our lands, Paweli. But I must warn you that there will be challenges ahead. Our customs and ways of life may not always align with what you are used to." She paused, studying his face before continuing. "Are you sure this is what you want? To abandon your immortal life for one among us?"

Her elves watched them both intently, their expressions a mix of curiosity and caution as they waited for Paweli's response. The air between them seemed to hum with unspoken words and hidden meanings, each breath they took filling their lungs with anticipation for what was to come.

"Very well," Rosaline replied, her voice steady despite the weight of the decision they were both making. "Then consider yourself one of us." She held out her hand to him, an offer of friendship and acceptance into their world. "Welcome to our lands, Paweli. I hope you find what you're looking for here."

Her two elves exchanged relieved glances before falling back slightly, allowing Paweli some personal space as they continued walking through the woods. The air felt lighter somehow now that this decision had been made, and Rosaline could sense a newfound respect growing between them all. Perhaps, just perhaps, they might find a way to forge a lasting bond despite their differences after all.