None of our business, Yuna

Elincia Roxidor. Flashback.

The ship of the pride of the elves that morning landed at the docks of the city of Deadbay. This was a small town of the continent's weakest kingdom that seemed to be on the verge of collapse. There was only one tier 5 person here, none other than the king himself. If it weren't for the location of this region in the southernmost part of the western continent, perhaps this region would have been easily destroyed and overrun. There is nothing to be gained from this area except that it is adjacent to the elf territory.

A dog or a wolf? Not sure. It looks like a small, black dog running immediately from the ship's steps. He lowered his body, growling at a young man standing there. A 17-year-old youth with jet black hair that looks smiling waves his hand at the guest he has been waiting for.