Anos understood now—what was there left for him to not understand? He understood perfectly, as if he had achieved sudden enlightenment.
These guys had been standing here, locked in a long staring contest, because no one dared to wake the blond-haired elf who was still sleeping in bed. And there was only one reason for the situation to have come to this point: the elf had a bad temper upon waking up.
What would happen if someone dared to wake up a person with morning temper?
No need to ask—either you got hit or you got hit.
He was no longer the clueless newcomer to the Demon Realm. His butler had already educated him on the nature of elves. Elves were a people who appeared aloof and hard to approach—and they truly were. Don't be fooled by their slender, delicate bodies that looked like they might be blown away by the wind. In reality, elves revered strength and were especially adept at using it to solve problems.
