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'Apparently, you couldn't ignore Lady Bartolomeus' name.

Ella's father says with a reluctant look on his face.

'Do the elven lands hear my name?

Ella's husband chuckles as Val rolls his eyes.

'If you beat Lady Vilhemina one-on-one, well, no, we'll hear about it.

That's right.

Bal and Meena turn around as the voice of a well-traveled man is heard again, this time nearby.

Standing in front of a troubled-looking Ella is a cold-looking man of about thirty years old, with blond hair and blue eyes.

He wears a black cloak over his green clothing and has a dagger at his hip.

''You are rude, Wendelhert.

I'm sorry, Miss Vilhemina.

Wendelhert bowed his head at Mina's censure, but there was no denying the somewhat condescending impression.

''Our chieftain wishes to see Master Bartolomeus at all costs.

He seemed to be making Val listen rather than her.

'All right. I'll see you there.

He said quickly as the cold killing air escaped from Meena's body.

Then he asked her.

'Shouldn't you have told me that you didn't want me to be angry?'

'I didn't tell the chief. I just told the immigration officer.

Meena responded with a slight buzz.

She tried to follow the rules of the elves in her own way.

The light-heartedness of the immigration officer's mouth was a miscalculation.

'That's very typical of you, Lady Vilhemina.

Ella said with a nostalgic look on her face, and then turned teasing.

'But I've never seen you like you look now. The Lady Wilhemina I know.

Ella.

She shrugged at Meena's chilling comment.

It was so quiet and powerful that the children at a distance involuntarily stiffened.

When the air was almost awkward, Val stood up.

'Was it Wendelhert-dono? Let me ask you to show me around.''

Ha!

Wendelhert responded to his words with a grudging attitude.

Apparently they were going to be polite to him.

Then it wouldn't matter, he thought optimistically.