Chapter 418: Trapped in the Game

**Thelma Zane’s POV** As soon as the group of soldiers left, Dorothy crossed her arms and frowned. “This is nothing short of blatant house arrest.” “That’s exactly what it is,” I agreed, taking the so-called consent form Eve had been holding and tossing it into the trash can without hesitation. “We’ve been caught in the middle of elven internal politics, despite all our precautions. It seems we weren’t lucky enough to avoid this storm.” Eve, with her past experience as an information gatherer, was well-acquainted with the intricacies of political scheming. Yet even she seemed taken aback by the timing of the elves’ internal strife. “Why now? Don’t they see how irrational this is?” “Rationality has little to do with it,” I replied, a hint of sarcasm in my voice. “The timing may seem strange to us, but for those involved, it’s a calculated opportunity. Power struggles thrive in chaos. When authority begins to crumble, ambitious individuals see a chance to seize it for themsel