#102. We Have to Go Get Your Stepmother!

#102. We Have to Go Get Your Stepmother!

The taverns in Winterwald's new town were packed with people who had gathered to celebrate the defeat of the Evil Dragon.

"Kyaaaah! That hits the spot! Three more draft beers over here!"

"Hey, buddy! When are our grilled chicken legs coming out!?"

Elves were right there in the middle of the lively festivities, too.

The elven warriors, once symbols of nobility, were tearing into huge chicken legs with both hands like bandits.

The sight of them with beer foam smeared beneath their noses was quite a laugh.

"Kreeee! There's nothing like chicken legs and ice-cold beer after a hunt! I can't believe I spent the last two hundred years eating nothing but leaves in the forest! What a waste! What a waste!"

"Hey! Quit stealing my skewer! Want to feel the spirits' wrath!?"

In a corner of the tavern, far removed from the raucous festivities, Sylvia, chieftain of the Great Forest, was downing liquor all by herself...