The black fog receded, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Aljettah returned to his human form and landed on the ground.
Seeing the dragon enjoying the Half-elves' praise, Velin did not disturb him. He turned and approached Sipian, the mayor of Malice Town.
"My lord, thank you for your help."
"It was a normal transaction," Velin replied calmly. "I'm curious—where did the black fog come from?"
Sipian answered, "I'm not sure. Just yesterday afternoon, I received a warning from the governor, telling me to organize the townspeople against the black fog's erosion and await rescue."
"However, based on my guess, this black fog most likely spread outward from Sala Town."
"Sala Town?"
The name sounded somewhat familiar to Velin.
"My lord, what is it?"
"Nothing."
Seeing this, Sipian bade Velin farewell and headed for the town center, organizing the townspeople to pack their belongings and prepare to evacuate.
The destructive force of this sudden disaster had far exceeded his imagination.
Had it not been for this "adventurer party," Malice Town would likely have already been swallowed by the black fog.
A short while later, Sipian ordered the guards to deliver all the payment and a map of Leop Province to Velin.
Watching the groups of Half-elf civilians evacuate, Velin stood amid the ruins, still pondering the full course of this incident.
"My lord, what should we do next?" Kyle came to Velin's side and asked for instructions.
"Let me think."
Leaving those words behind, Velin stepped down from the ruins, intending to find somewhere quiet to sort through the information at hand.
Seeing this, Kyle did not follow him.
Though he was not confident he could defeat the black fog, he had no problem escaping with his lord and the others.
Arriving beside a large tree, Velin took from