"What are we waiting for? Aren't you going to invite your ladies to join us?" Gaven urged from the side.
His insistence wasn't merely to attend the demi-human banquet but also to further foster the relationship between the demi-humans and the Fae Race.
Their cooperation had only just begun; they couldn't maintain this state of being in the same place yet not recognizing each other.
If he didn't continue to push things along from behind, relying solely on them, there was no telling when they'd act.
"No need to call them, they've been here for a while," Nicole pointed at Thornspike.
Suddenly, an irrepressible wave of mischievous laughter bubbled up from Thornspike's branches.
One by one, petite figures appeared atop them—hundreds of Pikespirits, primarily from Nectar Village, with others from different villages supplementing their numbers.
Clearly, they had been there for some time, likely since the moment Gaven arranged for Thornspike to carry the wine.
