Indeed, as long as the Hero's corpse is presented before the Demon King, it matters not who killed the Hero—it was never an issue of significance.
Atreus's face also gradually blossomed into a smile. As a demon, such acts required no mental burden. Atreus was certain that if she had to pay a great price to kill the Hero, her siblings would undoubtedly make the same choice.
"Princess," Vena said cautiously, "after it's done, do you really intend to set Iyeta and Helois free?"
As Iyeta's sister, Vena truly did not want to see this happen.
"Of course not. What good would it do me to have two subordinates who were once captured by humans?" Atreus's face revealed a cold smile, well aware of how to make tough decisions.
The Blood Elf Clan had pledged allegiance to her, and Vena held great influence among the Blood Elves, even capable of swaying the decisions of the entire clan.
Atreus knew full well who was more valuable between Iyeta and Vena.
