"Big Sister Carol."
An extremely faint call, one that could easily have gone unnoticed, reached Carol's ears and left her instantly speechless.
That was because the voice was filled with barely perceptible distress and grievance.
Carol could see that Merika, standing together with Shien and the others, wore an exquisite face full of helplessness and tears on the verge of falling.
One could imagine just how complicated Merika's emotions were at that moment.
That was only natural.
Shien and his group had originally been invited by Merika, yet they had been ruthlessly turned away by someone like an elder sister who had once taught her the basics of magic and was even preparing to drive them out. Merika's feelings were easy enough to imagine.
On one side were the guests she had invited, including the person she loved. On the other were her fellow Elves, as close to her as blood relatives. How could Merika, caught between them, not feel helpless and troubled?
What made matters worse was that Merika had tried to stop them and tried to explain, only to be harshly interrupted several times before she could even finish speaking.
As a result, Merika had become frantic, just short of shedding tears. Even the Elf Queen's appearance had failed to make her react immediately and pay her respects.
Carol was rendered speechless and fell silent.
Actually, from her standpoint, nothing she had done was wrong.
For the Elves and for the Elven Village, it was understandable that she wanted to eliminate every possible accident and anomaly.
But was Shien in the wrong?
He had merely come as a guest, to sightsee and relax. He was not asking anyone for anything, yet he had been turned away for baseless reasons. With his fiery temper, of course he would charge