"Your maid seems to like her quite a bit. Why not consider taking her in?"

As Beilefron spoke, he repeatedly stomped on the elf girl's head with his polished leather shoes. Each time he did, her delicate face would slam hard against the ground, eliciting a painful groan.

If he hesitated any longer, this elf girl, whose magic had been sealed and was now no different from an ordinary person, might be trampled to death by the Crown Prince.

Sylvie glanced at Loli, who was still immersed in sorrow, then at the pitiful elf girl. With a helpless nod, he said, "Then I must thank His Highness for the gift."