Chapter Two: The Elves’ Visit

During the following week, Silverd and Ein tended to their duties as usual. While the Elves’ actions bothered them, they still had work to do. Considering that they’d just wrapped up their summer meeting with Heim, and given Magna’s destruction, the royal’s work had no end in sight.

Today, there was a fuss on the main street by White Rose Station—Ishtarica’s largest water train terminal that resided in the middle of Kingsland. This bustle was different from the usual hubbub, attracting the interest of bystanders. Ein couldn’t hide his astonishment as he watched the raucous scene from his bedroom balcony.

“Amazing.”

Everyone’s eyes were glued on the elves who marched down the main road; elites who remained taciturn despite the massive attention they attracted. Only a few dozen elves marched in a formation reminiscent of a knightly procession, but they flaunted fantastically majestic attire. Elven warriors stood at the vanguard and rear of the procession, clad in leather armor, woven shoes, longbows on their backs, and rapiers at their waists. Emanating an air of ferocity, these combatants had their long hair slicked back. Those who stood in the middle rose flags in front of their chests. In the marching line was an elf who seemed to be protected by the standard-bearing warriors.Is that the elven chief? Ein thought. The flags shielded this particular marcher from view, keeping the crown prince from getting a better look.

“All right,” he said.

I should head to the audience room, grandfather is waiting. Normally, Ein wasn’t one to carry a weapon around the castle, but he proceeded to equip his trusty black blade and walked back into his room. He grabbed his mantle hanging from