The residence of the Elven Chief is located under a magnificent large tree at the far end of the "Stark Ordnung".
　The house is not much different from the others, except that it is made of white wood.
　In the doorway of the house stands a wrinkled male elf with white hair down to his shoulders and a black staff in his right hand, his face covered in wrinkles.
　He wore a black loose-fitting robe and a red jewel shone on his chest.
　On either side of him, armed with swords and clad in a black cloak, the young male elves were hardened on either side of him.
　Wendelhert dropped to his knees to speak to him.

'Chief, I have brought you Master Bartolomeus and Master Wilhemina.

Thank you.

　The chief replied in a dignified voice before moving his blue eyes to Baru.

'I am sorry to call you at such short notice, Lord Bartolomeus.

　He apologized in the human style of greeting, putting his right hand to his left chest.
　Even with his mask on, Val didn't seem bothered by it.

'I don't care,'

　The chief looks relieved when he says it.

'...... You're still alive. What a shame.''

　Meena, standing to his left, suddenly threw a tirade at the Chief, but there was warmth in her voice.

'Unfortunately, I don't think I'm going to die for two hundred years or so.

　The Chief smiles at her and shows her a smirk.

(...... Doesn't sound like they're on bad terms.)

　Val thinks.
　He thought that Meena's sudden bad mood earlier might be because she was not in a good mood with the Chief, but apparently he was wrong.

'So?　What do you want with Master Bartolomeus?

　The chief hesitantly replies to Meena's frank question.

"Yes. Well, it's time for you to show us the power of your fame.

...... did you call for that?

　Meena wrinkled her brow in a grumpy way.
　'I have a feeling that today was a day to relax.

'I cannot leave behind the power of seeing the goddess of war, Wilhemina, the strongest among us, defeated, and the opportunity to see it.

　The chieftain was serious in his tone.

He said, "And if the Invasioon were to happen, we may have to join forces to fight it. I thought it would be good to know more or less about this.

I see. Well, that makes sense.

　Meena turns to him as if she was bursting at the seams when Val answers.

'Master Bartolomeus, are you sure?'

'I suppose you don't mind if it's for friendship purposes. As for me, I'm curious to know the power of these fierce elves.

　When she heard his answer, she backed off, if that was the case.

'So if possible, I'd like to ask you to join hands with someone as strong as Meena. Then I'll be able to show you what I'm capable of.

　The Chief shook his head lazily at Val's opinion.

'Duly noted. From here, I'll give you the six wreaths of the Zexcrants.

　He then glances at the elf to his right.
　Apparently he is Valaha.

'Six wreaths (zexcrants)?'

　When Val looks dubious at the first word he hears, Meena opens her mouth.

'It's about the six people who are particularly good fighters in the elven lands. They named it after the wreath of six streets that is said to be located at the top of the World Tree.

...... What about Meena?

　He wondered if she was qualified, too.

'I was first chosen when I was fifteen and was a member until I left the country.

　Meena replied nonchalantly.
　She didn't seem to be particularly good at it, but all the elves except for the chieftain looked like they weren't happy about it.
　They probably thought the Six Wreaths (Zexcrants) were an honor.

'Vilhemina was special. She was the youngest person ever to enter the wreath of six, and by the time she was eighteen she was considered one of the strongest of all time.

　The chief speaks nostalgically.

"They hailed him as the second coming of our illustrious founder, Lord DuoNews.

It's annoying.

　Meena replies with a cold word.

'I'm just me.'

Don't say that.

　The chief's tone of voice became soothing to the selfish infant.

'You are the only one with the same emerald eyes as Master DuoNews in the lore. I don't care what you think of me, I can't blame you for expecting someone else to do it.

　Hearing this, Bal thinks, "Ah.
　It is true that none of the elves I have met so far have emerald eyes.

'Is it the same with the elves that they are treated special if they are different from the others and even have special powers: ......

　Val whispered, but the elves, who had excellent hearing, could hear him perfectly.
　They looked cliché and slumped.
　Apparently they could not bear to be told by Bal.

'It means that elves are not very fine creatures,'

　Meena used a sarcastic turn of phrase.