"Can you tell your bodyguards to excuse us for a moment?" I asked the high elf Queen.
"Oh." She puckered her lips, then turned to them. "You guys should give us some space."
"Okay, your majesty." The guards obeyed and walked off, stopping at a far distance while still staying alert.
"So… Mr. B-Ben, right?"
"Yes," I replied.
"What do you want to request?" the elf Queen asked.
"Well… I noticed you don't seem confident in your capability as a queen, and that's one of the reasons you handed all the war roles to Queen Myra. However, if something similar ever happens—like a conflict with someone, even a Dragon Lord, you can reach out to me."
"Really?! B-But you still haven't told me your request!" the high elf Queen said eagerly, anticipation sparkling in her eyes.
Fufufu…
