episode_0089

The Seira that Siron remembers was clearly a famous person.

Her bright purple eyes can see through all magic, and her jade-white skin and gray hair are better suited to the description of nobility rather than beauty.

If it were simply for its beautiful appearance, the word nobility would not have been attached to it.

‘Isn’t he a person who perfectly fits the image of a wise man as he has been observing the world for 500 years?’

Siron, who was smoothing his chin, frowned.

“Whaaa. Hehehe… Hmm. Huh.”

A cold, arrogant, and lonely wizard who knows 10,000 magic spells and remembers his comrades who have already left the world behind.

“Kuhhh… Hmm. Hmm. ”

As expected of the elves, a noble and beautiful race, all their actions are elegant and dignified, but they are living legends and heroes who do not neglect the plight of the weak, whether human or demon.

“Heung! Crumble, crunch!”

That is,

It was the forgotten wizard Seira.

“Ha…”

Siron couldn’t bear to fight back, so he washed his face dry. What kind of situation is this now?

‘Why are you out here?’

Confusion, bewilderment, anger, bewilderment, bewilderment, bewilderment. petulance.

‘what is this. Who’s kidding me now? uh? ‘Is it Seira who did something to Siriel?’

Siron chewed his tongue, wondering if this absurd situation was just a dream.

sick. It really wasn’t a dream.

Siron looked at the pathetic woman in front of him who had not the slightest hint of dignity. The human who had been acting as a slave just a moment ago had gone, and there was an elf covered in dirt and crying.

How much resentment must a man, who is old enough, cry so sadly…

At first, I thought of a witch who devours dreams or a witch who deceives people and works in secret. The dream demon inflicted confusion or mental control, which are difficult status conditions to clear, and the witch had nothing to say.

‘no wonder. He didn’t even blink at the divine power.’

Although Siron was reluctant to face the reality before his eyes, he felt that the unsolved puzzle was slowly coming together.

‘by the way.’

“Write…”

Shiron crossed his arms and rubbed his tongue over his dry lips. My appetite is bitter.

The fact that the 27.5 million shillings that were willingly invested to increase favorability turned into nothing more than a piece of paper… Aside from the second, what happened to Seira a little while ago is enough to make Siron harbor bad feelings towards her.

The popular film was ruined. That’s also very dog-like.

“Sigh. Ugh. Ugh. Kkuuu.”

“What the fuck.”

Siron crumpled his face. It wasn’t Seira who wanted to cry now, but rather Shiron.

‘Fuck. It’s so fucking unfair. If you think about it, isn’t this guy’s fault? Just begging on the street for a while, okay? Good Siriel would have picked it up like a stray cat.

Why did you cosplay as a slave in the first place? Is this guy a masochist or something?’

“……Wait.”

In an instant, Siron’s mind came to mind.

masochist,

It’s an element not shown in the game, but if Seira has a perverted personality with masochistic tendencies, all of this makes sense.

The same goes for not choosing a moderate path and becoming a slave, and the same for considering oneself the lowest status.

Moreover, didn’t Seira even show an obedient smile despite Siron’s constant harassment?

‘Maybe I’m not that fucked up yet.’

A winding road appeared before Siron’s eyes.

I still don’t know what the road is, but now that it’s like this, it’s not the time to discuss whether it’s long or short.

In any case, it is necessary to make a judgment about what happened. My decision has been made.

Siron raised the corners of his mouth and grabbed Seira’s chin. An appropriate grip strength that is neither too tight nor too soft. Watery amethyst faced black eyes.

“Hey, slave.”

“……Sobbing?”

Seira’s eyes open wide.

“Be mine.”

“…”

“Well, be my bitch. Girl.”

“……What, what? What do you mean?”

“There are things that shine even brighter because you can’t get them. That’s the kind of girl you are.”

“…”

“Why is there no answer? If you understand, don’t make me wait any longer.”

“…you, you.”

Seira narrowed her eyes and trembled. Seira had no idea what this crazy kid was talking about.

The greatest wizard.

The greatest wizard of all time.

A human child with no power was playing with Seira Romer, a hero who defeated the demon god as a companion of the hero.

Seira’s tears, which she thought had already stopped, burst out again.

“Why are you doing this to me?!”

Seira spoke evilly.

“…I treat you like this! Did you do anything wrong to deserve it?! Did you do something wrong? I’m Seira Rohmer. I can’t live like this. Better kill me! Lord, kill me!”

“…Um.”

‘Isn’t this it?’

“Master.”

At that time, Yuma, who was standing next to Shiron, spoke.

“It’s late, so why don’t you just eat now? The sun is slowly setting.”

“Ah. Is that so.”

Siron raised his head and looked west. The sky was turning red and night was coming. Siron was hungry and his head hurt.

‘I need to cool my head a bit. Me and this guy too.’

Shiron turned his head towards Yuma. Perhaps because she has grown quite a bit, her neck no longer hurts when she looks up at Yuma, who is tall for a woman.

“Sure. I’ll leave the cleaning up to you.”

“Yes.”

Yuma stared at the back of the boy entering the Castle of Dawn.

Her eyes were like a parent looking at their child who left their hometown and returned as a magic tower lord.

The glowing yet somewhat warm gaze gave me a feeling of human motherly love that made me forget the presence of horns on her head.

Seeing Yuma like that was so unfamiliar to Seira that she felt a shiver go down her spine.

”Emma. Raynor. Flora. Move the intruder to prison.”

But as expected, the gaze looking down at Seira was extremely cold.

*

The main hall of Dawn Castle.

While Siron was away from the castle, the chandelier, which had been cold all along, was lit.

Everyone except the surveillance personnel gathered in one place to celebrate Siron’s return.

“In the end, you used Ophelia’s abilities.”

“That’s right.”

Siron answered while tearing off a well-cooked deer leg. The meat grilled with just salt and a little spice gave off a wild flavor as the odor had not yet gone away.

I was filled with the sentiment that the food I ate at Hugo’s mansion was definitely high-quality, but now was not the time to question such things. Because of Seira, I couldn’t even eat lunch and came here. It was natural to eat food without complaining.

“Then Ophelia…”

“Maybe he’s collapsed in the mansion’s training hall? Lucia and Siriel were watching, so if they were good people, they wouldn’t just sit there and watch me lying on the cold floor.”

“Then I’m glad.”

The one-horned Yuma smiled softly at Shiron. But she wasn’t happy inside.

‘young master…’

Yuma’s head began to fill with worry.

A silver-haired elf, she was strong enough to be several levels above the wizards Yuma had seen throughout his life.

‘How many years has it been since the dawn of the city used its full power?’

Although it was easy to subdue it using the full power of the Dawn Castle, it is a miracle in itself that a wizard who was not a swordsman to begin with survived for so long. Moreover, the elf didn’t even do his best.

Wizards are naturally in a position to fire artillery fire on the battlefield. In a chaotic battlefield, you cannot memorize spells and your concentration is broken.

However, that elf seemed to be quite familiar with close combat, and the level of magic on his body was quite high.

The status of elves was so far removed from the current era that it reminded us of a time of confusion 500 years ago.

‘Where on earth was someone like that hiding? And how did you encounter such a person?’

But even so, Yuma felt his heart pounding. Master did not abandon Ophelia even when his life was in danger. Even though he was tearing at the meat as if he were indifferent, he was born with the qualities of a hero. Yuma felt pleasure from Siron, who treated even demons like family while still being human.

“Master, may I ask you one thing?”

But what needed to be pointed out had to be pointed out.

“Huh?”

“The disposition of that woman. Are you going to keep me locked up in prison?”

“Ah.”

“And, the identity of that woman. He is considered to be a very dangerous person. I began to blasphemously wonder why you didn’t kill that woman right away. Please tell me the reason…”

Yuma was confused. Siron’s attitude towards the elf was a little mischievous, but it was not the attitude towards an enemy. Treating him so leniently when his life was threatened is completely contrary to the Shiron character that Yuma knows.

“……There’s nothing I can’t tell you.”

Siron picked up a napkin, licking his sauce-covered fingers. The eyes of the maids filling the hall were focused on Siron.

“That elf. He was a companion of a warrior 500 years ago.”

“…Yes?”

“A warrior’s companion 500 years ago. 500 years later, I met a modern-day hero.”

Siron jumped up from his seat.

“Isn’t it quite romantic? The woman who is destined to become my colleague is that bitch.”

“The hero’s companion…? But that woman… seemed to have clear hostility toward you. How on earth can you appease?”

Look at “ham.”

Shiron drank the lemonade in one go and touched his mouth with his sleeve.

“Tomorrow you will like me more than today?”

There is no way the favorability will drop any further. The boy no longer touched his food.