“The Troll King, no, the mountain giant that you guys have been referring to. Have you seen it before?”

“…What?”

Eltuan frowned. Raven continued without a change in expression.

“Kara told me. That when Jean Oberon created the Troll King, only her and a few elders saw it in person. Besides, your village is protected by the sacred tree and monsters cannot easily invade it. Then there is only one answer.”

“What. Do you mean?”

Eltuan’s gaze turned fierce once more.

“You have never seen the Troll King, and you have little experience in dealing with the most powerful monsters under its command. Moreover, you have never seen the true face of the evil sorcerer you mentioned. Isn’t that right?”

“…..!”

Eltuan stayed silent, his eyebrows wiggling furiously.

Most of the elves of Red Moon Valley were born and bred in the Great Forest, and they led a completely different life from the mainland elves. However, they shared one thing in common with all the other elves.

They could not lie.

“It is 40 feet tall, and its body is harder than the horns of a buffalo. No matter what kind of injury you inflict, it will recover instantaneously. Moreover, the poison you guys utilize will have...