After the fight was concluded, Ken was led to one of the best elves who practiced healing magic. It took no longer than one minute for her to heal the wounds as he lay on a small one-person bed and faced the wooden ceiling.

Despite the fact that she was called an older elf, she looked no more than forty. He could attribute that to the fact that elves lived very long lives, and if their blood was purer, they could live even longer and look younger.

"The slash that headed for your chest was powerful and would have killed you," she said as she wrapped him in bandages. She might have healed it, but she still needed it secured for a while.

"Yeah, it was an impressive attack," he said. His tone was like that of a man who had found something genuinely interesting. He was reminiscing about the fight, his mind already working in full overdrive to see what he could have done and what ways he could have won.

"You do not seem sad that you lost," she said, looking at him for a brief moment before turning her eyes back to the bandage.

"Well, I could see it as a loss, or I could see it as an opportunity to fight her again but with more knowledge, and with her help alone I was able to learn something entirely new. That’s a victory on its own."

She let out a smile. "I guess humans are not all bad. When you came in, you never looked at anyone as anything other than people."

"Well, that’s because hate based on the past is always evil. You blame the past for your current hate. If people want to hate something, find a new and proper reason to validate your hate," Ken explained.

By now she had finished her work. She leaned back and looked at him. "Seeing a kid with not only strength but an excellent view of the world is really impressive. How has your kingdom not already come to claim you?" she asked while she put her tools away.

Ken got on his feet. He stretched his body a bit. "I don’t know, also I don’t want to. I simply can’t work under any organization, no matter who they are. I prefer my freedom," he said casually.

The door of the room burst open and Luna came rushing in. Behind her was Sierra with her head down. She had probably been scolded a lot by Luna. Luna ran to Ken and immediately hugged him tight.

"Are you alright?" she asked, eagerly wanting a response.

"I’m all healed up, Luna. Your healer did an excellent job," Ken said, giving her an I’m okay smile.

Luna frowned and turned to look at Sierra. "This would not have happened if you had not been reckless," she scolded.

"Don’t scold her, Luna. Her hurting me is actually a good thing. It showed me that I was able to force your head guard into attacking me with all that she had," Ken said.

Sierra heard and could not help but smirk. "Even after defeat, your pride is untouched."

"What can I say?" Ken replied. Then he stepped forward. "You showed me something during the fight and it might be a way for me to get better, so I want to ask, after all of this is finished, can you train me?"

Sierra was stunned when she heard that. She wanted to say yes very quickly, but then she suppressed it. "Tch, do not think I have accepted you, human. If you want me to train you, then prove yourself when the demonic humans come this way."

"If that’s all, then be sure to keep your eyes on me," Ken replied, his gaze locked with hers.

"Enough of this." Luna grabbed him by the hand and pulled him. "Mother wants to see you."

After she pulled him out and Sierra followed, they suddenly ran into three figures standing outside, about the same age as Luna. They were three elvish boys, all three with golden blonde hair, which was the second most popular hair color in the tribe.

The one at the center was dressed in a more regal way than the two at his side. A beautiful blood red and gold suit and well-made black pants. His golden hair framed his face perfectly, but the highlight of his face was not how handsome he was or his hair, but rather the fact that he had one green eye and one blood red eye.

The moment Ken looked at that eye, he could already tell that there was something unique about it.

"So this is the human that they let in," the one at the center stated, his eyes scanning Ken up and down.

"Leo, what do you want here?" Luna stepped forward and asked, glaring at him in a way that hinted at a past history between them.

"Come on, cousin, don’t be like that." Leo replied with a smile. His eyes then moved back to Ken, and disdain was the only word that could be used for what he showed.

"You should not be here. Humans among elves, you are a part of a weak race of weak-minded people," Leo said.

"Weak-minded? Weak? And who decided that?" Ken stepped forward and looked Leo right in the eye. Leo stepped back subconsciously, his mind reacting to the advance.

When he realized what had happened, he gritted his teeth so hard that they nearly broke. "Tch, I have places to be. I don’t have the time to spend on you," he said and turned to leave. His followers flashed Ken looks of disdain and walked away.

"And who is that jolly fellow?" Ken asked.

"My cousin, his father is the brother to my mum, so they are basically royalty here, but he feels he deserves everything, including me," she stated.

"Huh?" Ken was shocked when he heard that. He looked at Leo, who was walking away. "Seems I might have an issue there."