City of Wandering, Light Five District, Elf Zone.
Mr. Scholar walked through the verdant woods, looking worriedly at the Green Dragon Priestess in front of him who was supervising a group of white-haired elves packing up their belongings. Irason planned to take this opportunity to bring the Withering Druids back to their homeland. Under the "majesty" of the Green Dragon Priestess, the elves with stiff faces agreed to her request.
"Are you really sure it's okay, Irason, if you go alone? I'm still worried about you."
The Blue Dragon Priest expressed his concern, or rather, his panic, which was kindly rejected by Irason with a smile.
"Brother! I was once the leader of our clan; this little thing is nothing to worry about! Don't you also have your demanding work in harvesting the tribe's power? Neglecting your duties is not becoming of a competent Dragon Priest," said Irason, who had wanted for a long time to try advising Mr. Scholar, seemingly omnipotent in his high position.