There was no doubt that the girl standing before him was the Inferior's lifesaver.
Even though he had just awoken from his near-death state, even though he himself did not know how he had survived, even though he did not even know where he was...
But purely by instinct and intuition, the Inferior could clearly sense that the Elf girl in front of him bore no malice.
Because of his father, Camarcel, the Inferior had no good impression of the "Elf" race—merely because his own blood carried Elven lineage, he was to be killed. Various poisoned pastries, snacks, drinks... Since childhood, he had already experienced countless assassination attempts.
The elders who smiled at him warmly, cheerfully, magnanimously, all wore masks of smiles. Beneath those masks were hatred, anger, sorrow, and a resolute intent to kill.
The Inferior's perception of malice in others was honed from those very experiences.
