“Oh, hello, sir. Aren’t you the orc warrior? Welcome! Hahahaha,” greeted Nakai cordially.0

“Are you alive? Call me Crockta.” Crockta nodded and smiled.1

Anor felt odd watching them. He suddenly felt strangely detached from the world he lived in. These two were so friendly toward one another even though they had met for the first time today.0

If anyone of another species was to set foot in Nuridot, the Nakai that Anor knew would have made sure to bring along a great number of dark elves with him as he bombarded the outsiders with ridicule and contempt. Nakai had always described orcs as dirty and dumb, so why was he gladly shaking hands with Crockta right now?0

Then Tiyo joined the scene.0

“Hey, isn’t it Anor?! What did you do with Sam-Ryong?!” asked Tiyo.0

In a surprising gesture, Nakai made a deep bow and offered Tiyo a handshake as well.0

“You are a polite dark elf. I’m Tiyo,” said Tiyo with a smile.0

Nakai was surprisingly respectful toward Tiyo, even though he had always referred to gnomes as little kids or dwarves. Seeing that, Anor felt like he was the only person who didn’t belong there. There was a bitter expression on his face as he turned around and walked away.0

Before he knew it, the sun had sunk below the horizon. Darkness fell on his surroundings, leaving only the moon that hung in the sky, to illuminate his way.0

Anor trudged home listlessly as he reflected on the harassment he had received throughout his life. He felt like he had been treated unjustly in every way possible. Despite his mixed blood, he looked like a dark elf...0