During the time when Hyeonu was engaged in a bloody (?) battle with the dark elves on the East Continent, there were those wandering in search of elves in the south of the West Continent.

“How many quests is it now?” a handsome man with a cold impression asked the man walking beside him.

“It is 48. Two more and it is 50. I’m going to die of boredom,” the other man replied with a sigh.

They had already spent nearly a fortnight on meaningless quests. They couldn’t even see the elves they were aiming for. They didn’t see any traces, let alone the elves themselves. What they found was the possibility of the existence of elves. The possibility that there would be a village of elves made of NPCs rather than monsters.

“Let’s go wherever we should go. We can’t give up now.”

“Honestly, I like it better now. It is enough that we don’t have to go to places like that any longer.”

“Right now, we are looking for elves. Elves. We aren’t walking through the desert, climbing volcanoes, or digging up graves.”

There were no complaints from anyone except the man who complained. It was natural....