After entering the elf city Arnin, Crockta was not that impressed. Of course, everything was well organized, the scale of the buildings was impressive, and the beautiful elves leaning against the railing of their balcony to smell the leaves of a tree looked like Greek gods. However, Orcrox Fortress did not pale in comparison. Although elf buildings were whiter and reflected the elves’ sense of beauty, the level of infrastructure was similar to that of Orcrox Fortress. Moreover, Crockta was not fond of elves demanding praise and admiration for their city.1

“I haven’t seen an orc in a while. What do you think? Isn’t it beautiful compared to your city?” asked the elf.1

Crockta gave a half-hearted nod.0

“Look, this building is in Bellitran’s latest style. It’s an architectural style popularized by the elf architect Bellitran. The design is revolutionary. Everyone in the capital is raving about it. It emphasizes the volume…”0

Crockta cut him off by asking, “Where is Ilya?”0

The elf who had been excitedly talking by himself stuck his lips out disapprovingly. “You may be in a hurry, but first, you need to learn more about Arnin…”0

“I didn’t come here to play.” Crockta looked around.0

In downtown Arnin, there were only two species—elf and human. Elves were the majority, and there was the occasional human. Since most humans were players, every...0