Elf god (2)
Ignoring my bewilderment, the elven god went on with what he had to say.
“You must have a lot of questions. Unfortunately, I don’t have enough time, wisdom, or even courage… many to answer all your questions.”
That’s right. Look at me starting from the beginning, saying that I have no intention of clearing up all your questions.
I’ve never seen a cocoon that gods tell the secrets of this world to humans.
I now had to extract as much information as I could from this typical, seemingly pointless conversation with God.
The lack of time is the easiest to guess.
Since you said it was surprising that you came into contact with me in the realm of Anhilla earlier, originally, the area occupied by demon worshipers could have been difficult to approach even by a god.
With that in mind, it wouldn’t be strange if this connection was cut off at any time.
Is it possible that God and the devil are equal? Or is it because this demon worshiper is a much-prepared exceptional case?
“Is it really that hard to give strength for your child who is suffering from being in the devil’s realm?”
He asked the first question with a tone of accusation, as if he could not subtly defeat the devil for the sake of his saint.
If he answered yes to this question, he would be able to figure out the approximate power balance between God and the Devil; if he denied it, he would be able to guess what God thinks of his creatures.
There was no answer from God for a while.
Just looking at me with subtle eyes.
It was not easy to determine what he was thinking because the aura seen from God tried to change color for a very short time, but quickly returned to a colorless and transparent aura.
“It’s not difficult for me, but it will be difficult for the children.”
It wasn’t the answer I expected, but I was able to get more information than I thought.
First of all, it doesn’t seem like you have an equal relationship with the devil. It means that you can do whatever you want in the devil’s realm if you set your mind to it.
However, it seems that it acts as a burden to the saint… To refrain from fear of becoming a burden to the saint means that he cares about the saint after all.
At least the god in front of me was not a monster who had no interest in his creation, looked at it only as a tool, or could not be understood with ordinary common sense.
…Wait a minute, you said you were refraining from contacting your saint for fear of becoming a burden. How did I contact you?
“It’s not like that. If this act had a fatal effect on you, I wouldn’t have prepared this place.”
I was at a loss for words at the elven god’s carefree tone.
Come to think of it, the opponent is a god. Why didn’t I consider it? Even I can read emotions with cheat eyes. My thoughts right now…
“I can’t read. I can only infer what you might think.”
As if blocking my thoughts, the elven god started talking.
No, isn’t the hit rate too high for something like that?
“It’s an insignificant talent gifted by a long time.”
…Yes, let’s say it is. I don’t even know why God would lie about something like this. Whether it’s really reading your thoughts or inferring them, it doesn’t change that it’s amazing when you’re just focusing on it.
I decided to bring the story back to the main point.
“So you’re saying I’m okay?”
If one day I die prematurely, even after I die, I will become a ghost and follow you around?
“Yes. It’s surprising that I brought you here. You don’t have any problems. Rather, it’s just a pity that my child, whom I only used as a medium, will reach the limit first.”
Ah, that was the lack of time.
“Yes, that’s why I can’t always whisper the right way to my children. It’s not good for an earthly being with an ordinary mind and heart to stay in the divine realm for a long time. Especially when the body is in a space where corruption is rampant, the body and mind experience. The gap is getting worse.”
…Well, I don’t know what it’s called, but I know for sure that this comfortable space has unexpectedly negative effects on people.
No, then it’s true that I’m also affected.
“Don’t worry about that. Like I said, you’re fine.”
So why am I okay? You shouldn’t have to tell me that.
He must have noticed my feelings this time too, but the elven god didn’t answer.
I don’t think I have the heart to tell you why.
Instead of wasting time asking why, I decided to ask other things.
The opponent is a god whose aura is not easy to understand.
If I asked again what I had made up my mind about, the odds of me changing my mind and answering were low, and the odds that I would find out something by asking were low.
There was already a time limit, so I had to make the most of it.
“Then why did you call me?”
“To thank you for all the dedication you have given my children, and to give you advice.”
Uh…I don’t know if that dedication is something to be thanked by God because it wasn’t made with such good intentions.
Just as I was about to smile awkwardly, the elf god quickly added his words.
“Your hypocrisy was virtuous enough to be accepted. No, it’s not even hypocrisy.”
Calling my actions hypocrisy?
Well, my camouflage might look like child’s play to a god who demonstrates an ability no different than reading someone’s thoughts by inferring them.
“Did you know?”
I took a slightly crooked posture and asked that.
Maybe it was because the opponent was a god, but he didn’t even come out halfway.
I hated God, but I knew what would happen. Orion? If you want to harm me, just come back.
“You and Orion are very similar. Even though you pretend to be snobs, you can’t shake off the people who gave you affection, so you are afraid to give affection easily. Even in the midst of that, you have a similar attitude to secure your own benefits.”
hahahaha, this new joke sense is nasty.
That I look like Orion? What a terrible sound then!
It’s funny that I have a lot of affection, but if Orion had that much affection, humans shouldn’t have abandoned it.
If I were Orion, I could throw away the heavy duty of leading tens of millions of people and run away…although it is possible.
Anyway, I don’t know if I’m abandoning Orion is a god that can never be viewed favorably from the point of view of the damage caused by abandonment.
Someone might say that this is Naero Nambul, but what do you mean?
…Eh? Did Orion abandon it with a naeronambul mind?
Suddenly, I remembered the words of God, who said that it is difficult for even the saint of elves to stay in this space for long, but I am fine.
omg.
Maybe I am Orion?!
If this is true, many things can be explained.
My memories as a person from another world and the wisdom of the gods may have remained in that form.
To think that the god I had been swearing at so much was myself. It was like spitting while lying down.
Yes, if there were so many dog-like humans in the world, God would have abandoned his duties and ran away.
I will never forgive those who curse Orion from now on…
“It doesn’t mean you’re Orion.”
…creeping horns.
Then it’s true. It’s true that he abandoned it because he lacked persistence. Can a man named God be able to do it because he doesn’t have that much responsibility? I heard
“The more I look at it, the more it reminds me of a really nostalgic look.”
The elf god, who was watching me like that, said so.
Until now, she was smiling at me without hiding the fact that her colorless and transparent aura turned into joy and longing.
It was a clear emotional expression of God that I saw for the first time after entering this place.
“It’s so clear that I can tell what you’re thinking. I think I know why you’ve been assigned as a human.”
At this point, I was able to think of a certain assumption in the way the elven god reminded me of Orion and recalled memories.
…Could it be that Orion, this nobleman, is dead, not abandoned and abandoned? Is God dying too?
No, even if he could die, it wouldn’t make sense. Why did I rule out that possibility in the first place?
My divine power. Even if it is assumed that I received it from an unknown god, there are many people with divine power.
Where the hell did those people’s divine power come from?
“There are many stories I want to tell you all night long. The origins of this world, the stories of our gods, the stories of your stigma and men.”
Oh, it’s not a good sign at all to lay groundbait like that.
“But our meeting is running toward the end.”
Time, his time is always a problem.
“You still lack wisdom, courage, everything.”
And lack of wisdom and courage?
When I first said it, I naturally thought it was my lack of wisdom and courage to know the truth, but somehow the context didn’t seem to mean it.
Could it be…that the elven god himself lacks the wisdom and courage?
Does that make sense? That God lacks the wisdom and courage to tell me the truth? Then what are the stories he wants to tell me?
“Do you know that you are special?”
Uh… I’m a bit special. I’m a person from another world, a reincarnated person, a saint, and now there’s even a god in front of me.
“There was definitely a misunderstanding. In my opinion, you’re more of a character decorated only with something special.”
Is it a compliment…?
“Ordinary clerics, like you, can’t materialize everything they think into sacred laws, or they can’t materialize with holy power because they lack imagination.”
Yep.
“Also, the divine power you possess is essentially different from that of humans. Just as the divine power of humans and elves, dwarves and beasts is all different.”
What?
“You would have thought it natural to take and use the divine power of a human since the type of divine power is the same, but in fact, that is a skill that is generally impossible.”
Yep!
“This is the advice I can give you. You can probably accept other energy and use it freely. And that energy is not limited to divine power. Commonly called demonic energy is also possible.”
…
I couldn’t afford to be surprised anymore. Wait a minute.
My head hurt from so much information poured in in an instant.
Didn’t divine power just come true as quickly as I thought? Let’s assume that could be the case.
But the divine power I have is different from the divine power that humans have? Yes, let’s assume that it can be so. I can assume that it is the influence of an unknown god I have seen.
But is it originally impossible to implement holy magic with divine power of a different nature? Then, what the hell was the reason I used the holy power that escaped from the Archbishop’s body to heal the little boy in the church?
So the conclusion I came to is that I can use the divine power of other races, and even demonic power?
It was a story that I had never tried because I had never thought it would be possible.
Is this all because I was chosen by an unknown god?
Who the hell is that god?
What could be a true god who created other gods and demons?
“How on earth is that possible? To be able to handle demonic power, I’m not a devil worshiper, I’m a cleric.”
“Devil worshipers and clerics are not very different except for the object of their faith. Of course, in general, the two energies cannot be mixed, but that does not apply to you.”
“Why am I the only exception? Is it because of this stigma? Because of the god I saw? Who the hell is that god?”
“…”
Damn, the f*cking silence. The swear words come out naturally.
“So if you use your abilities, it won’t be difficult not only to save my child, but also to get rid of Anheela’s child.”
God, who remained silent for a while pretending not to hear my question, then finished his speech by spitting out what he had to say.
It seemed that he had no intention of answering the end.
“What if the queen thinks it’s strange when she sees you using demonic magic?”
The words he uttered were close to grumbling.
In the end, doesn’t it mean that you will solve it once and for all by telling me how to get rid of the devil worshipers to save the queen and prevent further sacrifices. If this is the case, ask me to answer my questions properly.
“I will tell my child in advance.”
Oh, there was a way… you know I didn’t mean that?
During the conversation, I was very nervous about acting as if I didn’t know anything only at times like this while understanding my inner thoughts at a ridiculous level.
Even so, I couldn’t strongly question God.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t answer your questions. I couldn’t be a beacon to light your future.”
Well, it would be a lie if I said that I had no worries about being harmed by God, but apart from that, the sorry feelings that I had no intention of hiding from God came through clearly.
Being a god, he might have a way of faking his feelings, but I don’t want to think that a god who at least begs others for his creatures, expresses apologies, and expresses emotions such as joy and longing can deceive me that much. did not
That’s too Hellmode, either for me or for the world.
“But, I’m guessing, you’ll do just fine. One day I’ll have all my doubts cleared and we’ll meet again. I look forward to that moment.”
No, what is the point of facing you after all the questions have been resolved.
Besides, the premise is that we meet after all the questions have been resolved, right?
Before that, I was nailing it at all, saying that I had no intention of meeting again and letting you know.
I don’t know how I can find out the truth that even God can’t tell.
“It was a truly enjoyable time. May your future be safe. ‘Saint’.”
The elf god, who was saying goodbye, suddenly called me a saint and gave the word saint a strange accent.
A saint? I am a saint. I don’t know what the hell I wanted to convey.
…Wait, didn’t the elven god just call his saint his child?
Even if you are the saint of the elves, if you look at it from the point of view of the elves or the saint of the elves, you are just one of the elves that you have occupied.
That’s probably why I didn’t use the word saint.
But calling me a saint means that I have reason to be honored as a saint by the elven god?
…As expected, isn’t that the nameless god I saw, a god who ranks above the tribal gods?
While I was thinking about it, the space around me was swirling and disappearing.
“I hope next time we meet, we can have a more casual conversation.”
I looked around and said goodbye to the elven god one last time.
It was a greeting that, to some extent, turned away from what seemed like a pointless conversation to me.
Could it be that the elven god, who easily predicted everything, didn’t anticipate those words?
For some reason, Shin’s face was stained with surprise.
“…Yes, please. I wish I could.”
Such surprise was short-lived, and she affirmed my words with a smile as if her incredibly beautiful face, befitting an elf god, was in full bloom.
Did my remarks stimulate nostalgia somewhere? It was a flow of emotions that was difficult for me to understand.
When he came to his senses, no time had passed since he had contacted and talked with the queen.
My head has been hurting more and more about what is the hidden truth that a being great enough to have a conversation with in a place bypassing the flow of alternative time cannot tell.
[Saint Ronan, did Ariel just…?]
[Don’t play nonsense, these trifles!]
Just in time, I heard the voices of the queen and the devil worshipers.
Yes, let’s get out of here for now, go back to the academy, and sleep on a cozy bed.
After taking a few deep breaths, I was ready.
The intertwining of the queen and the demon worshiper, which the queen had telepathically sent to me, was clear, so it didn’t seem too difficult.
Although there is a clue that it is true that this demonic power can be handled.
I slowly raised my holy power and channeled it into the queen’s body while simultaneously doing the same to the demon worshipers.
[Do you think I will be defeated if I let go of a little bit of divine power? If you want to kill me, you’ll have to kill the queen holding me first.]
It’s noisy. Be quiet. I’m concentrating.
[Saint Ronan, Ariel said something that was hard to believe…Saint Ronan could get rid of the devil worshipers’ power…]
Instead of answering the queen’s words, I took action, feeling the divine power poured into the demon worshiper and the demonic power starting to react.
[What, what is this? What are you doing?]
oh, you mean this?
This is a forbidden martial art that deals with opposite energies of yin and yang at the same time.
[Stop it, stop it!]
As the demonic power within the demon worshiper began to be extracted and absorbed, the demon worshiper started screaming hysterically.
[Do you know how deadly that energy can be to priests? I don’t know what method he used, but you won’t be safe if you suck it up like that!]
I heard God is good? Are you smarter than God?
[Are you also a devil worshiper? Or are you willing to die in place of the queen? Stop right now!]
The devil worshiper’s voice, which had been crazed by the demonic power gradually sucked in, began to fade.
[Help me… I can’t die like this. My grand wish… the end of this world…]
Why do you live with such a vile wish? When I hear that, even if I want to save you, I want to kill you again.
The more I thought about it, the more I didn’t get anything right, and it was a conversation that only increased questions.
In fact, just being able to handle demonic power is a huge benefit.
I don’t know. It’s true that I’m annoyed, so instead I’m a devil worshiper or a loser.
I melted the absorbed demonic power together with my holy power and began to emit it to the surroundings.
Now let’s get out of this space a little bit.
[Anhilah-sama…]
Be quiet!
Even if I call the name of the devil whom I pathetically serve like the heroine of tragedy, I will not show mercy.
bang!
A roar began to be heard in a space where no physical sound had been heard until just now.
Bang! Bang!
There were more and more roaring sounds coming from all directions, and the more light began to seep into the dark space.
And on the other side of the light, I saw familiar faces.
Just in time, she felt the demon worshiper that had been infiltrating her body dissipate.
Sensing that everything was truly over, I spread my wings as it were, and the next moment I flew at full speed toward the light.
by ear
After dealing with the devil worshipers, things were so quick that the hardships so far seemed like lies.
Killing the devil worshipers solved most of the problems neatly.
The monster tree fell, the remaining forest disappeared, and the monsters born from the tree disappeared.
The demonic power polluted in the air remained, so the clergy went around diligently purifying it, but honestly, I don’t know that much.
After rescuing the queen, I fell asleep as soon as I saw the tree fall.
After a forced march all night, I went straight into the final boss battle, went into the monster’s stomach, met God, rescued the queen, defeated the monster… It was a murderous schedule for a brain type like me.
When I opened my eyes, most of the work had already been done.
The main corps, which was departing as a follow-up, rushed to the fortress where we were located in one step because of the forest that suddenly disappeared, and thanks to the long-distance communication made possible by purifying the pollution, the elves contacted the palace, and the elves came in a real horde.
It seems that he came to take the queen and the princess with her, but it is said that they diligently purified the surrounding area according to the order of the queen who came to her senses.
By the way, the princess tried to take me straight back to the academy, but the reason I stayed here until now was that there were a lot of elven priests here, so they said it would be helpful and kept me for a while.
And the princess who gave me all this information is now…
“There are many things I want to say to Saint Ronan right now, but the Queen has asked for a meeting with Saint Ronan when he wakes up, so I’ll give you a brief reprieve.”
He was staring at me with glowing eyes.
Procrastination, what kind of bloody words are you using? I won’t stop preaching until you die, so enjoy the last conversation with someone else in your life. What do you mean?
I smiled awkwardly and avoided the princess’ gaze.
“Then I’ll see you in a little while.”
The princess, who dared to leave her seat, leaving a message saying see you later. I’m afraid.
Shortly after the princess left the barracks, the queen entered the barracks as if taking a shift.
He looks a little tired, but he doesn’t seem to have any noticeable trauma.
“It’s nice to see you unharmed.”
In fact, isn’t it a precious body that is like proof that I did everything I wanted?
“After going through all of that, the first thing he said to me was hello, so I guess it’s understandable that he’s obsessed with it.”
The queen, who entered the barracks, reacted as if she was dumbfounded by my greeting.
Then what kind of reaction should you have had?
Oh, maybe that’s it
“Didn’t Ariel tell you? Demon power…”
“I heard, but I can’t stand it without saying a word.”
I didn’t think it was that kind of image, but the queen interrupted me and entered.
After all, even if his god himself explained that he could handle demonic power, is there something difficult to understand?
What did you explain?
If you know that, it would be easy to convince you by adding a plausible additional explanation.
While thinking about that, I suddenly noticed that the queen’s aura was mixed with gratitude and regret.
…huh?
“Why on earth did you save me with such foolish methods?”
Foolish way…? Is there a more sophisticated way than this? It was an extreme ijei tactic of using demonic magic to deal with demon worshipers?
“Even three-year-olds know that demonic magic is incompatible with divine power. You know very well what will happen if you hold demonic power in the body of a priest.”
No, there really was such a case? How on earth did the priest even have demonic power in his body? Anyway, then what will happen…?
“The divine and demonic powers within the body will react with each other and dissipate, and all the burden will be returned to the body. In addition to permanent loss of divine power, it will cause irreversible damage to the body, so it is an act that denigrates the saint’s future. “
oh…
“Was it really worth that much to me? Was it worth sacrificing your ability and future to save me?”
Of course, if there was such a huge penalty, I would have looked for another way.
But am I not like that?
What the hell did the elven god whisper to the queen, so I wondered if she was having such a ridiculous misunderstanding.
This elven god, in fact, isn’t it that I’m watching with a little bit of fun how I’m framing the saint so hard for others?
I wanted to correct the misunderstanding, but then I had to explain how I could deal with demonic power, so I decided to just skip it.
If the queen thinks so, then let it be like that in her heart.
What’s going to get worse if you put a lot of debt on your heart?
“Sure. I told you. There is no rational reason why people should die.”
“Yes… He was the one who risked his own life while uttering those words from the bottom of his heart. But, isn’t that an act that contradicts what he said? You’re going to do it, isn’t it very different from what I was trying to do to deal with the devil worshipers?”
Actually, if I gave up my life span, I wouldn’t be wrong. In the end, it’s the difference between giving up all of my remaining life span and giving up part of it.
But it’s a million years too soon to win me over with such poor logic in a debate like this!
Take a little taste of the K-keyboard warrior, a professional of instigation and fabrication, forged by a war without gunshots called keyboard battles in the Internet community for many years.
“I’m not trying to completely deny the Queen’s will. If the Queen’s method at that time was the best way to save everyone, I might have supported the Queen’s will.”
Secretly, she started talking, saying that she sympathized with the queen’s method emotionally.
Of course, I’m not saying I really think this way.
Even if you sacrifice a few more soldiers, saving the queen is a hundredfold better. Even if a few more soldiers are sacrificed, if I finish the story, I will be the main character, but if the story ends with the queen’s sacrifice, I will be overshadowed.
“But I saw a better way to save everyone and save the queen. Then wouldn’t it be natural for me to make that choice?”
It’s a simple story. If there was a hidden option to choose 100 at the crossroads where you could choose between 1 and 99, wouldn’t anyone make that choice?
“You know it’s not such a simple matter. Why is it natural for you, another Saint, to sacrifice yourself to save me?”
It’s sharper than you think. The blind spot in this story is that the choice you picked to get 100 was actually a choice between another 1 and 100.
“I am alive.”
But that’s only when I died. I’m talking to you here like this.
On the surface, it is not a choice between 1 and 100, but only the result of obtaining 100 unilaterally.
“Isn’t that enough?”
After watching me for a while, the queen shook her head as if she had nothing to say.
It’s a lot more lame than I thought to go out like this.
“On rare occasions, such people do appear in the world. As if they were superhumans, as if they were truly god incarnate, with a steely will and sufficient ability to carry out that will. They do things that others can’t do, so calmly, and understand things that the general public wouldn’t know. They are considerate. People who come in contact with that light are instantly fascinated.”
Do superhumans on white horses sometimes appear in this world?
“But most people forget that even with such people there are always limits. Just expect more.”
Could it be that it is unavoidable?
Isn’t it natural to want to rely on someone who is vastly superior to you?
Even if only I
“So when you come to your senses, the light that embraces everyone from high up before you know it will fall. Only then do people realize. That the light that brightened the world was the light that was being created by burning myself. “
It’s a typical story.
“So Saint Ronan. Please don’t forget. You’re a human being too. Don’t forget yourself buried in the saint and others.”
…Ah, is it my story?
No, that went too far though. I am a self-assured person who has never forgot myself even once in my life and never made a stupid choice buried in others and my title.
“Thank you for your kind words. I’ll keep them in mind.”
Still, someone who gives such realistic advice is invaluable. I expressed my sincere gratitude to the Queen.
“It doesn’t seem to have been transmitted at all…”
No, it was delivered? I was told that I liked it because it was the most realistic advice, but what was that rude reaction?
Rather, I don’t think my sincerity was conveyed at all.
“You came to say thank you and nag for a long time.”
Well. Come to think of it, I had to nag the princess after a while, but wouldn’t it be necessary to nag you, the person who was saved by me?
“All elves, including me, will never forget the favor Saint Ronan has shown to the elves this time. This is not a simple covenant, but a formal position as a saint, the queen of the kingdom and a representative of God, and this is a token of that promise.”
After speaking, the queen took out a brooch with elaborate flower petals from her bosom and attached it to my cape.
“This…?”
“It is a sacred object that has the effect of preventing diseases and pests from approaching and keeping the body and mind healthy, but it will not have a very realistic effect for Saint Ronan. I would appreciate it if you would consider it as proof that you are the benefactor of the elves.”
Oh…so if you have this, you can play it freely even among elves. You mean this sound? It’s a good item.
“I’d like to give you a more substantial reward, but I haven’t brought anything right now, and if I take a gift offensive like that, I can’t rule out the possibility that humans will ask if I’m trying to steal someone else’s saint. Unfortunately, please bear with this for now. However, from this time onwards Elves will widely publicize and praise Saint Ronan’s achievements. If you visit the kingdom again in the future, we will treat you satisfactorily, so please visit us again.”
Indeed, the queen of a country, it is a result that seems to have rolled her own head. As the queen said, as long as I am in the position of a saint in a foreign country, there is no shortage of faults from the empire if I recklessly attack with gifts. While acknowledging the fact that the elves have helped me, he gives me a compliment and draws the attention of humans as much as possible. If it was a gift from the Elf Queen, it would be a gift.
However, he secretly left an excuse for me to come to the kingdom, implying that there will be another gift when I visit the kingdom of elves in the future.
…Why did someone who could use such a sophisticated technique launch such a reckless suicide attack? Why the hell? I really don’t know…
“And the fact that the saint gave his life to save me…”
Oh, can’t you just cut that off a bit?
It’s good to use it to erase the debt of the heart to the queen, but if it’s widely rumored, I’ll be surprised if it’s not really short-lived anymore.
Rumors spread that he used his lifespan to heal fallen people, but if he said he spent his lifespan even to save the queen, it seems like he is using his lifespan to solve the problem.
Besides, if the news had even reached the ears of the princess… Ugh.
I didn’t even want to imagine.
“Hey, can you tell me about that part as a story between me and the queen?”
“…why?”
The queen uttered the question with her mouth, as if she knew I would say it, while embracing a calm feeling.
What is this, did you even notice that this is a lie now?
“I don’t have anything to say if you ask me why… I don’t think there are many people who are happy to hear such news.”
I think there are quite a few people who will be angry rather than happy.
“There’s no one to be happy with…”
Is that a lame excuse…?
“That’s an answer far beyond my expectations. Yes, I’m sure no one will rejoice to hear such news, except for devil worshipers and those who have a crush on saints.”
You know!
“For that alone, it’s surprising how difficult and heroic he would be to try to cover up what he had done. But it certainly doesn’t make sense.”
…You got it right, right?
“I will do as Saint Ronan wishes.”
Well, in conclusion, I will do what I want, but let’s not worry about trivial things.
“We’re going back to the realm now. Now we’ll prepare to let go of those who died in this fight, clean up the mess, and then gradually return to our daily routine.”
When the queen said such a thing, she began to feel that this dreadful situation had really come to an end.
“Maybe it will return to normal sooner than expected. And the Elves will never forget that Ronan Saint has protected all the power to restore that routine.”
It’s a little embarrassing to have it so high up.
I scratched my cheek and looked away.
“For the first time, he looks like a boy his age. I can’t believe he’s really the same age as my daughter.”
The queen who adds such words to my appearance.
Oh, come to think of it, what will become of the princess?
I heard from the princess that she was staying here because the queen dissuaded her from all the plans to go back.
“Um… Iris-sama, are you going back to your home country?”
At my words, the queen looked at me with a complicated expression for a moment.
“No, I’m going to keep him with Saint Ronan. It’s the path he chose.”
Wow, evading the blockade of the elven route!… Huh? But by the time you received this brooch, it seems like you’ve cleared the elf route, right?
“Saint, do you remember when the boy touched his forehead with the saint’s hand and recited the words of an oath right before breaking through the forest with the saint?”
Um…that little bit of a middle schooler-like oath?
Of course I remember.
“Yes. You took such a solemn stance. Do you have any special meaning in your oath?”
“It’s not a story worth hearing through a third person. I hope you hear the details through the mouth of that child someday.”
Saying that makes me suddenly curious.
“It doesn’t seem easy since it’s the thorny road that the child took, but as a queen and saint, I can only wish her success.”
I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but I’m missing the most important word.
“I think Iris-sama would be most delighted with her origin as a mother.”
The princess showed a tendency to lack affection from time to time. Looking at the queen, she might not have been a bad mother, but wasn’t she a pretty strict mother?
At my words, the queen made a surprised expression as if she hadn’t even thought of it, and then nodded with a calm expression.
“I see…as a mother too.”
In this way, the conversation between the queen and I ended in a warm atmosphere in its own way.
Since it was late today, the agreement was reached that both elves and humans would rest until today and return to their respective seats when the morning dawned.
but…
“Ronan Saint, tonight is going to be long. Very much.”
When I saw the bloody smile of the princess who came back with something to eat after the queen stepped down, I couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat again.
This princess is casually declaring that she will preach all night long!
Can’t we just leave now…?
I can’t…? I can’t…
“Eat in peace. Relax.”
You’re going to be preaching next to me even while you’re eating!
Isn’t this a high-level trick to make me feel bad?
help me!
