Seeing the name of the tavern, a trace of amusement flashed in Cyber's eyes.
He leapt off the carriage.
"Lord Cyber, you're here!"
The Elf Waiter responsible for greeting guests beside the tavern brightened upon seeing the carriage in front of it.
As the savior of the Frost Tribe, Cyber was known to all here and was a regular at the tavern, recognized even before he got off the carriage.
Looking at the enthusiastic Elf Waiter, he nodded with a smile in response:
"Hello, Miga."
That was the Elf Waiter's name.
"Hey, hey! Miga, there's me too!"
In front of the carriage, Aister grumbled resentfully.
The Elf Waiter looked at the young girl, greeted her with a smile:
"Aister, you're getting prettier and prettier."
Aister's mouth curled slightly, seeming quite appreciative, but soon she sniffed, raising her delicate face:
"Really, all of you, learning to be more and more glib from the Chosen Ones!"
"Aistel, don't forget, I'm also a Chosen One."
