The forest was densely filled with trees that were at least a hundred years old. There were so many trees that the sky looked like puzzle pieces.

The forest was called Fog Forest, and it truly deserved its name because the forest was humid with wet trees but with dry ground.

Juan was walking along the clean stone pavement, which was neatly laid out with nary a single gap. Juan’s relationship with the elves wasn’t exactly amicable, but Juan could still see that the elves had to have agonized over how they should welcome him.

“We’re surrounded by fog,” Winoa said, seemingly bothered.

Winoa and Juan were walking on a train without any fog, but they couldn’t see even a single gap in the fog around them, especially around the trees. Winoa was nervous that there could be an ambush behind the fog. It seemed that he was still nervous that Haranbal’s wedding was a trap.

“This fog is their line of defense. This is rather a polite way of opening the way to their residence. I heard that they usually send someone as a guide to greet people and make them walk in the fog.”

“Will we really be fine? There are only the two of us…”

Winoa looked behind him as if he still had lingering feelings. The road they had already passed was covered with white fog, but the troops they had left on the outskirts of the forest could enter at any time if they gave a signal.

“I told you that I could go alone, but you kept on whining, so I had no choice but to let you join.”

“That’s true, but…” Winoa groaned like a puppy. He didn’t say anything anymore as he followed Juan on high alert. Winoa was about to have a breakdown out of anxiety, but a group of people finally appeared in front of...