Lonely Mountain City,
The heated atmosphere of the Festival of Fire was still going strong, and the dwarves were thoroughly enjoying their fine wine.
Although the Dwarf Kingdom was somewhat xenophobic, there were still quite a few foreigners in Lonely Mountain City.
Naturally, humans made up the larger number.
Many humans came to Lonely Mountain City bearing all kinds of fine wine.
For dwarves, who did not particularly pursue material pleasures, wine was what they welcomed most.
Although ale remained the dwarves' favorite drink, they would not refuse the chance to try fine wines with different flavors and textures.
Moreover, dwarves were the most willing to spend money on such things, so transporting alcohol brought the highest profits.
There were also several human-run taverns in Lonely Mountain City, and they were quite popular.
Thus, during the Festival of Fire, human figures could often be seen among the dwarves.
They were also quite interested in the Dwarf Race's celebrations.
Kaleb was no exception.
He had been busy for several days without gaining anything important, which left him somewhat frustrated.
Since the Festival of Fire happened to be underway, he decided to sample the Dwarf Race's ale.
He would go to that tavern he had wanted to visit last time.
But it was daytime now. He probably would not run into another attack, right?
That legendary Sun Elf had not appeared again since the previous incident.
Even though he and Ricky had found several Heretic Believer hideouts over the past few days, they had not uncovered any clues related to that person.
Even Ricky had become uncertain.
He wondered whether his speculation had been wrong, and whether that legendary Sun Elf truly had been sent by the Elf Kingdom.
Kaleb felt that possibility was unlikely, but he had no way to produce