While Zich and his companions were finishing up their dinner, an elf came up to their house. It was the same elf who guided them in the afternoon. The elf introduced himself as D’niel Myowen, greeted Leona, and exchanged greetings with Zich and his companions. Then he sat down at the table with them.

“Would you like something to eat?”

“No, thank you.”

At Hans’ offer, D’niel firmly refused. It wasn't because he disliked Zich and his companions; this was just his personality.

Leona asked, “Have you been well, D’niel?”

Zich stuffed a piece of bread in his mouth and watched their interaction.

‘As expected, they know each other.’

The location they were currently in was a village on the edge of the elf country. Even if elf princesses were different from human princesses, it was strange that there was someone who recognized the princess at a local village. 

“Princess, I haven’t been well since you ran away.”

“U-um. Yeah, I’m sorry about that.”

“Instead of being sorry, I wish you hadn’t run away from home in the first place. You left with just a single letter—do you know how worried we were about you?”

A crack began to appear in his stone-like face. However, the crack was not from disappointment...