[At that time, near the Elven Forest.]
"We're here. This is the entrance to the Elven Forest."
The Saintess stopped in a forest that looked no different from the surroundings. She'd tied up the horses they rode far away, and during a half hour of walking, the scenery hadn't changed at all, yet she was calling it an entrance—Brug found it absurd.
"Entrance? There's no door or sign. Do you take me for a fool? Or do elves have a different concept of territory from common sense?"
"You think elves are wild beasts? To mark territory or something? This entire forest is the Elven Forest. Can't you sense the mana?"
"I cannot sense mana. So to me it just looks like an ordinary forest. Is the Elven Forest like a barrier made of mana?"
At Brug's calm words, the Saintess's face reddened.
