In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
The merfolk had finally settled down on the West Coast. Eli had arranged for them to stay at a place not very close to the West Coast. First, it was convenient for them to live, and second, it was to reduce trouble. After all, they were merfolk, and it was impossible for them to get along with humans completely.
And the marine observation department, Eli, had also spoken to them, so this matter was settled just like that.
In that month, Eli learned about the story of the mermaid Queen and the others. He realized that the sixth circle great figure who died 500 years ago was actually from the mermaid race, and that person's death had directly led to the miserable situation the mermaids were in right now. Even the Queen had no choice but to leave.
They would not be able to return to the deep sea in a short period of time unless their King could solve everything.
