And so, the time to journey to the Elf Country quietly arrived.
That day, Merica awoke just as dawn was breaking, washed up, got dressed, and began packing her luggage.
Speaking of luggage, it was merely a change of clothes, her own Magic Potions, Magic Tools, and a Magic Wand.
"Should I bring some gifts for everyone in the clan?"
As Merica packed, she pondered this.
Given the uniqueness of the Elf Clan, the elves don't have familial blood relations, but their relationships with each other are just as close, if not closer, than that of real families.
Merica had also received much care from the elders in the Elf Clan, and she had a childhood friend she grew up with for over a hundred years, which sparked the idea of bringing them gifts.
But now the departure was imminent, and even if she wanted to prepare gifts, it was too late.
"It's all my fault, I carelessly forgot about the Peace Festival."
Merica sighed regretfully.
In truth, it wasn't entirely her fault.
