The Elf Delegation entered Kexlote in the early morning of the second day, but they did not cause much of a stir. The number of people who came out to see them was even fewer than those who had turned out for Greenberg and Dionysio the day before.
The Undead Tribe took no interest in such a bland entrance; in their eyes, these elves were no match for Dionysio's Knight Corps.
Indeed, the elves were all exquisitely beautiful, graceful in their movements, and lovely in stillness.
Unfortunately, after the elves became abundant, a portion of the skilled modeling Undead quickly changed their own faces.
And the Undead are quite good at sharing.
So without any hidden stories behind them, the Undead were not interested in spectating these fairly similar Elves.
Unless a princess made a shocking move, nothing would compel the Undead to forgo their daily instance adventures.
