This day, the Peace Festival in Elf Country had begun.
Shane and Luoqi took to the streets and discovered that the whole of Elf Country had been decorated beautifully, teeming with people, lively beyond measure.
This atmosphere, compared to when Shane first arrived in Elf Country, was undoubtedly much diminished.
Back then, Elf Country was tranquil, peaceful, dreamy, beautiful—like a utopia that gave one the impression of entering a Magical Forest.
Now, Elf Country had transformed completely into a bustling festival scene, not only filled with stalls but also crowded with people from all around the world, no longer just elves.
Frankly, Shane felt rather uncomfortable.
The reason was simple.
"Isn't that Count Beizut of Mitra Kingdom?"
"He really got invited to Elf Country."
"Impressive."
"Even though he's a man, being able to freely come and go in Elf Country is truly a rare sight."
"One can only say, he is indeed favored by the Dragon Demon."
