And so, the time to head for the Elven Village quietly arrived.
That day, Merika had already awakened when dawn was barely breaking. After washing up and changing clothes, she began packing her luggage.
Calling it luggage was a bit of an exaggeration. It was really just a change of clothes, the Magic Potions and Magic Items she had equipped herself with, and a staff.
"Should I bring everyone in the tribe some gifts?"
Merika pondered that as she packed.
Because of the Elves' unique nature, they had no blood-related family. Yet every member of the tribe was one another's closest companion, and their bonds were no less precious than those of a true family.
Merika had received plenty of care from her elders among the Elves. She also had a childhood friend she had grown up with for over a hundred years, and that made her want to bring them gifts.
But they were about to leave, so it was already too late even if she wanted to prepare presents.
"It's all my fault. I completely forgot about the Festival of Peace."
Merika sighed.
In truth, it was not really Merika's fault.
The Elves' Festival of Peace was a grand celebration held only once every hundred years. Merika was only a little over a hundred years old and had attended it just once, so how could she possibly remember it so clearly after leaving to train?
If her childhood friend from the Elves had not written to contact her and mentioned it, Merika would surely have missed it.
Under those circumstances, simply making it back in time was already good enough. How could she ask for more?
Fortunately, the Elves were rather detached from worldly concerns and had little interest in luxurious items. Even if she returned without gifts,