The next morning, ten elven men and women in green robes appeared outside the fort as they finished their meal.
It was a special team to receive the emissary, and the Imperial side had been informed in advance.
Meena and Bal had used transfer magic without notification before, but it was not only not praised in nature, but it was an illegal act.
If it wasn't for them, they would have been severely punished.
Since it was now an official exchange between nations, the necessary information was properly exchanged beforehand, and the necessary mensuration was prepared for them to travel with the transfer magic.
''It's a pain in the ass, but I wonder if it can be helped?''
When Beate whispered so that the welcoming elves couldn't hear him, Sidonier, who was standing next to him, replied in a whisper as well.
I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most out of your time with us. In other countries it would be more troublesome.
Yeah.
She has a good point, the princess gives up.
Some countries on the continent have even banned transfer magic itself.
As long as you can't deny the fear of ...... if it is misused for crime, though, the empire and elves may be more heretical than the empire and elves.
'I suppose one could argue that the empire and elves are overconfident.
And Meena says sarcastically.
Neither Beate nor Sidonier feels that she is on any side.
She thinks it would be better to think of her as bitter toward all but Val.
The group of elves stops about a hundred paces from the fort, and Beate and the others walk out of the fort to meet them.
Beate in the lead, Sidonier to the right of them, Meena to the left, the handmaidens behind them, and the knights escorting them in a semi-circle around the handmaids.
'It's a pleasure to meet you, Princess Beate.
Yeah.
The elves don't pay their respects like the humans do, but cut to the chase.
Beate and Sidonier think that they are just like Wilhemina.
'We have come at the command of our chief. I am their leader, called Farah.
He stepped forward and introduced himself as Farah, the six wreaths that had once joined hands with Balu.
'This is polite. My name is Beate. Thank you for your assistance, Lord Falaha.'
Beate's side smiled a dainty smile and made a simple but not contrary to the courtesy of her worship.
Next, Farah kneels to Meena, who stands next to the Princess.
'It is a pleasure to see your face, Lady Wilhemina.