Because of this defeat, the four beastfolk clans parted on bad terms, seemingly on the verge of falling out. Throughout it all, Shilke, who was in the Elf race's territory, remained completely uninvolved. He did not even know that such a thing had happened while he was away.
Lately, Shilke had even grown somewhat uncomfortably idle.
For someone accustomed to a busy and fulfilling life, taking a few days off could be wonderfully refreshing. But if the vacation lasted too long, he would start to feel restless from having nothing to do. That was precisely Shilke's current predicament.
The Elf race's pace of life was simply too slow. He had long since lost the ability to adapt to it.
As winter gradually approached, dawn came later and later, but Shilke's routine remained unchanged.
Before the sky had even brightened, Shilke had already washed up and was ready to begin his morning training.
Perhaps the Elf King felt guilty because Shilke had spent all those years wandering outside and suffering hardship. Thus, while Shilke remained in the Elf race's territory, he had specially permitted him to reside in the Elf King Castle.
After some time, the Silver Armored Guards responsible for the security around the Elf King Castle had grown accustomed to Shilke beginning his morning training at the crack of dawn.
After a simple warm-up, Shilke's daily morning training focused mainly on basic swordsmanship.
The higher one's strength rose, the more clearly one understood the importance of fundamentals. He did not dare slack off even for a single day.
On this new day, Shilke trained as usual.
However, when today's training had only reached the halfway point, it was interrupted by a burst of approaching footsteps from the distance.
Without needing to turn around, Shilke had already realized who was