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At that moment, a rather dangerous atmosphere spread between Shien and Carol.
Needless to say, after their earlier confrontation, the two had clearly begun to get on each other's nerves.
Seeing this, Merika looked somewhat worried, while everyone else exchanged glances and remained silent.
As for the Elf Division, its members kept turning their gazes toward Shien from time to time, as though observing something or confirming something, whispering among themselves.
This group walked through the magical forest, followed by a gigantic black dragon, with fairies trailing them from afar, creating a remarkably strange sight.
Gradually, however, setting aside the Elf Division, Shien and the others found their attention drawn to their surroundings.
That was because, as they ventured deeper and deeper, the homeland of the Elves finally entered their sight.
It was an exceptionally beautiful village.
There were no rows upon rows of buildings in the village, much less luxurious and lavish mansions. There were only treehouses.
Ancient trees rising from the earth had been fashioned into treehouses scattered in every direction. Their canopies, like the Light Tree, were translucent and emitted a gentle glow, making for an especially pleasing sight.
Elves with pointed ears, dressed in robes resembling ethnic attire, walked along mountain-path-like roads. The roads were surrounded by birdsong and fragrant flowers, with a dazzling variety of flora everywhere, giving the place the feeling of a dreamland.
Tiny fairies flitted about here, while Elven children rode unicorns and played. Some Elves even used water magic to wash clothes or earth magic to grow crops and trees. It was practically a scene from a fairy tale, clearly different from the living environment and lifestyle outside.
The arrival of Shien's group undoubtedly caught the attention of the people here.
"Look over there!"
"Humans?"
"Were they guests invited