The carriage stopped right beneath a hill located several hundred meters from Yvanna's treehouse.
When they arrived, a large crowd had already gathered.
Everyone was exchanging farewells with the elves they had befriended.
The barbarians and elves who were like fire and water before were now chatting like long-time friends.
The recent war had bridged the differences between these two races.
Alaric stepped out of the carriage and warmly greeted the people who were waiting for him.
They were military officers from the barbarian tribes and the elven kingdom.
"Congratulations on your recovery, Your Highness!"
"You look good in that attire, Your Highness!"
Alaric politely responded to them one by one.
A moment later, Aldrin brought him to where Lucas and the higher-ups from both races were.
There he saw Yvanna standing next to her father, Garandel.
Yvanna also noticed his arrival. She smiled at him, but when she saw the women behind Alaric, her smile faded.
