In the following days --

"So, what about the body?"

Karim, the elf messenger who had guided us into the elf clan, was now carrying a large urn and looking at us solemnly.

Emile replied honestly, "he melted into the light."

"..."

Karim sighed and rubbed his forehead, his mouth was twitching slightly.

"What about the clothes?"

"They melted too."

"Some hair, maybe?"

"I didn't notice."

"What about scurf..."

"None."

"Sonails..."

"None! Of course not! Are you elfs having some problems in your mind?!"

"Of course I know there wouldn't be any! But how am I supposed to report if there isn’t anything left?!"

Seeing Emile and Karim arguing, I calmly told Karim to sit down and then kicked Emile out of the room.

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"...By the way, how did you know that Kalmen had died?"

"Lord Kalmen personally returned as a spirit to inform us in Griffin before his death."

"I see... I'm sorry we couldn't give anything back to you..."

"Ah," Karim shrugged, then moved the urn on his back, "There's nothing I can do. I shall just go back and report to the elf queen Nalesha."

...What?

Elf queen...

"Nalesha!?"

"Yes, acting elf queen Nalesha."

"Hey, hey! Why would you make an eight-year-old child the queen? Nalesha is so timid and afraid to face reality, and you just let her become the elf queen?!"

"We had no other choice!! When Lord Kalmen announced his abdication, Prince Hayand was visiting Griffin, and after the announcement, our prince just simply disappeared like that!! The throne can only be temporarily taken by a Holy Wood elf or a Wolf Blood Elf. The missing Harmund is the only son of the royal family, but our eldest daughter Namisa is also missing. Now there's only Nalesha alone!"

"I... I'm sorry..."

He shook his head, then frowned even harder.

"Well, that's how it is. Also... here are two letters for you."

"Letters for us?"

"Yeah, I met a messenger on my way here who said he was supposed to deliver them to a city-state called 'Weinmandt,' but after searching for over twenty days, he still had no clue where this so-called Weinmandt is. So, I brought these letter for him to you."

"Thank you for doing this."

"No problem. I'll take my leave now. Goodbye."

"Oh, goodbye. Take care..."

As I watched him leave, I realized something...

"Hey! How this Weinmandt could exist before over twenty days ago!? Did the letter travel through time, or did you travel through time!?"

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...About these two time-traveling letters.

One is for me, and the other is for Emile.

The one for me said:

"Dear Ms. Molly Ann --

Congratulations on your excellent performance in your previous middle rank mage assessment (although it seems like this letter was written before the assessment started!). Due to your promising talents (don't worry about your cheating!), our institution (Central Federal Private Magic Academy/Regulatory Institute) has decided to grant you admission for this term. We look forward to seeing you then."

"Please arrive within fifteen days, seven hours, and thirty-two minutes after receiving this letter. Thank you for your cooperation."

"-- Office of Academic Affairs."

A rather... peculiarly weird writing style...

The last two lines also said:

"PS: Come and enjoy your beautiful and leisurely campus life!"

"PS of PS: Warm regards from the astrologer Damia, the headmistress!"

And then, there was the letter for Emile:

"Dear Sweet Emile --

Yes, it's another letter from your sister Damia!""I've said in the first volume that I will meet Molly Ann sweetheart in person after two months, eleven days, and seventeen hours. Don't let me break my word, because if I do... poor Emile will become very unfortunate ❣️~"

Although these words seemed like a casual curse, Emile still felt a chill running down her spine.

"Molly Ann!"

"Yes!"

"Let's go! To that stupid school in the central mainland!"

...

So obedient, Emile...

"Wait a moment, at least, let's say farewell to them first—"

—The current city lord Sicya, and the future city lady, Pollyanna.

The adopted son of Lady Shia, or Finlan, Ghemk.

The old Joseph who helped us find Shia's Blood.

The host and waiter of the small store Sicya brought us to.

The captain of the guards who questioned us twice, the spy Avata of Sicya.

And Nalesha from Griffin.

And so on ...

Emile nibbled on her finger, then after estimating the time in her heart, she nodded—

"Well, let's go bid farewell."