"Even if the wood elves could really replicate high elf magitek… don't they see humans as enemies?"
The old man still appeared to have a hard time believing what happened—his long life had afforded him rich experience, but his perspective had also become gradually stubborn. "Why would they give humans such a treasure?"
"Sure, they are unfriendly towards most humans…" Edward murmured.
He reached out his hand to scratch his hand by reflex then, but quickly retracted it when he was scalded by the flames over his helm, even blowing it for a while before saying, "But us Players had allied ourselves with the wood elves of Trinia. Isn't it normal to help an ally?"
Edward's explanation, however, was rather exaggerated.