Two days after the elves requested support, a caravan was formed to head towards their previous capital that got wasted by the Elder Flame Dragon. The ones who came were only the elves who stubbornly wish to return to their birthplace.
Along with them, 10 dwarves came to support in transporting the materials and helping with a little bit of construction. To act as guards, a group of twenty wolves also came along. Ein wished them good luck as he saw them off from the gates.
After all that, Ein finally had nothing else left on his to-do list. He managed to grasp the strength of this world's humans, which was nothing much to talk about. The elves' strength was obvious from how they got driven off by a single dragon.
"The last one I need to check should be the beastmen country down south?" Ein wondered.
