Ch.132Half-Blood (4)

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What I conveyed to Arwen was part of a speech that played a decisive role in Hitler’s consolidation of power.

With that single speech, Hitler instilled a sense of superiority and pride in Germans who had fallen into inferiority complexes after losing World War I, and furthermore, he solidified his position.

Afterward, the Nazi Party was established, he purged all his enemies, and blinded and deafened the people to brainwash them collectively. Then he invaded Poland, triggering World War II.

In fact, it’s said that a British spy almost betrayed his country after hearing Hitler’s speech, which shows how exceptional his oratory skills were. The speech itself was perfect for encouraging citizens who had been discouraged.

“Come on, stop joking! How could I possibly give such a speech!”

“Hahaha!!”

When Arwen shouted with a reddened face, I pounded the desk with my fist and burst into laughter. She must have belatedly realized that the content of the speech was strange.

Regardless, I could imagine Arwen shouting at the people of Alfheim with a strong accent and exaggerated gestures. No matter how I thought about it, it didn’t suit her at all.

“Ah, my stomach. It’s been a while since I’ve laughed this hard.”

“Ugh… stop teasing me. I’m being serious…”

As I wiped away tears while speaking, Arwen grumbled with a dejected expression. Her face remained red, and her ears were standing straight up.

I’ve heard that elves’ ears change according to their emotions. So this means she’s feeling embarrassed right now.

Moreover, she was pouting with her lips sticking out like a child, looking sulky. Who would think this cute and beautiful elf was the Queen of Alfheim?

Perhaps it’s because I’ve only seen her in her normal state, not as a queen. I’ve never seen Arwen as a queen, so I couldn’t imagine it at all.

However, I thought it would be better to stop joking. I immediately apologized to the sulking Arwen.

“Alright. I won’t joke anymore. But isn’t the temporary speech draft pretty good?”

“Objectively speaking, it’s an excellent speech. But how should I put it… I’m not sure if it’s a speech to instill pride, or if it’s meant to incite. It’s completely different from the kind of speech I want.”

“You’re exactly right.”

Indeed, Hitler used that speech to boost the confidence of Germans who were mired in defeat, so it’s not wrong. One could say the incitement began from that point.

“But do you really have to ask me for this? Usually, someone else writes the speech and you review it yourself, right?”

“Because there’s no one as skilled with words as you, at least among the people I know. Especially when it comes to writing that moves hearts, I know no one but you.”

“I wish you wouldn’t flatter me so much.”

“Too much modesty isn’t good either. Your writing is already moving the world, yet you say such things?”

When she speaks so firmly, I’m the one who feels embarrassed. I gave an awkward smile while rubbing the back of my neck, then got straight to the point.

“Okay. So you want me to write a speech for you? To address the mixed-blood issue occurring within Alfheim.”

“That’s right. Alfheim is currently in much greater chaos than you might think. We can’t determine when mixed-bloods began infiltrating Alfheim, or whether someone has mixed-blood ancestors or not.”

Mixed-blood is already an irreversible social phenomenon in Alfheim. It’s somewhat better than with humans, as elves have longer lifespans than humans, who undergo generational changes frequently, making it easier to identify mixed-bloods.

But the problem is that the characteristics don’t always appear outwardly. In reality, Alfheim has no choice but to integrate with mixed-bloods.

While briefly thinking about how the situation in Alfheim was progressing, a question suddenly occurred to me, and I asked Arwen.

“Is pure blood a significant symbol for elves? Isn’t that racial supremacy?”

“It is. But as you know, elves harbor a kind of chosen people mentality, believing they were selected by the gods. The blood of a race chosen by the gods versus the blood of those who weren’t—that explains it.”

“Elves are an increasingly incomprehensible race, I must say.”

Sometimes they’re a race that pursues honor and pride, but occasionally they’re a race that devours itself due to arrogance. Like how pride becomes conceit, and the chosen people mentality or sense of superiority becomes arrogance, elves can be described as extreme.

Moreover, they even possess the ‘power’ to back it up, increasing their risk of falling into arrogance. In the end, the mixed-blood situation can be seen as partly due to the elves’ characteristic arrogance.

“Are pure-bloods and mixed-bloods clashing with each other now?”

“Not to that extent yet. Most people who have revealed themselves as mixed-bloods hold high positions. However, suspicions are beginning to sprout—could the people around me be mixed-bloods too?”

“It will get worse if left unchecked.”

The fortunate thing is that the seed has only just sprouted; the flower hasn’t fully bloomed yet. The moment the flower blooms, chaos will become uncontrollable, so Arwen has a duty to calm the situation through her speech.

The question is whether elves who discriminate even against mixed-bloods will truly be calmed by Arwen’s speech. The situation isn’t entirely simple.

In the worst case, someone might incite others to drive out all mixed-bloods. If this happens, the Dark Elves who experienced the same treatment will turn their backs completely, saying Alfheim hasn’t changed, and naturally, national power will plummet.

It’s just the calm before the storm; if this isn’t properly addressed, no one can predict what future awaits Alfheim.

‘It must be burdensome.’

I stared at Arwen, who was worried about Alfheim’s future. How difficult it must be to have the fate of an entire country resting on those tiny shoulders.

Moreover, many elves are stubborn, and elders like those in the Senate possess both wisdom and cunning. They’re formidable opponents for someone as young as Arwen.

The reason she specifically asked me for the speech might be because she can’t trust people within Alfheim. I became curious about Alfheim’s political structure, but it’s probably best not to interfere that far.

In a way, this is also a test for Arwen. I should just help a little.

“Anyway, I understand. I’ll help you write the speech.”

“R-really? Is that true?”

“Yes. But I should get something in return, right?”

“Something in return…”

As soon as the word “compensation” came up, Arwen’s expression, which had brightened, instantly hardened. She must understand what it means to ask me for a speech.

It’s embarrassing to say this myself, but I’m the author of the Biography of Xenon, which has the world in its grasp. This means that at least my writing skills are recognized, and asking someone like me for help is no easy matter.

Moreover, given that I’m hiding my identity, Arwen personally came to ask for help. It would be unconscionable not to offer something in return.

‘But I don’t have anything specific I want in return.’

The draft theft incident was already resolved by receiving the book from the holy place, Cyris sent an errand boy, and Rain received a suspended sentence. This is purely a deal with Arwen personally.

The problem is that there’s nothing I want from Arwen.

Money? I already have more than enough piled up, and I’m not very interested in it. Besides, what would I need when I have two girlfriends who have plenty of money?

Honor? I’m the author of the Biography of Xenon. No further explanation needed.

Position? If necessary, I could ask Rina.

Knowledge? I’m regularly receiving and reading books from the holy place.

Women? I have Marie and Cecilly. I’m consistently intimate with Marie at night, and I’ll likely be with Cecilly soon too.

‘Wow… thinking about it, there really isn’t anything.’

I realized that at not even 20 years old, I already have everything a man could want. Personally, I have a modest personality and no desire for power, so there’s nothing I want.

However, it would be strange to say I don’t want anything in return. From Arwen’s perspective, she’s indebted to me once again, and it might make her uncomfortable.

I pondered deeply about what kind of compensation would be acceptable to Arwen. For a fleeting moment, even lewd thoughts crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed them.

‘…Ah, yes. This will do.’

Fortunately, there’s one thing left. It’s something I can also reference for the Biography of Xenon, so it should be fine.

“Could you tell me in detail about magic?”

“Magic? But you’re not a magician, are you?”

At my request, Arwen tilted her head with a puzzled expression. As she said, I’m not a magician, just a civilian with good physical strength.

However, what I want isn’t to learn magic, but to know about the types of magic and their effects. Not teleportation or flying magic, but magic that only elves can use.

One might ask why not ask Cecilly, who is also a master of magic, but elves are descendants of angels, and demons are descendants of devils. Because of this, demon magic tends to focus on ‘destruction.’

Conversely, elves can be thought of as having a fully filled hexagon. Whether it’s support, attack, defense, etc. However, their output is somewhat weaker than that of demons.

“Even if I’m not, I can still reference it. And I’m not asking you to teach me magic, but to tell me what the names are and what abilities they have. If possible, send it to me in writing.”

“Don’t you have the demon princess?”

“Cecilly is a demon. I’ve heard that the magic used by elves and demons follows different paths.”

“Hmm. That makes sense. Alright.”

Nodding her head, Arwen looked at me cautiously and spoke in a careful voice.

“…Is that really enough?”

“It’s enough for me.”

“Issac. I am the Queen of Alfheim. If there’s something difficult to ask for, I’ll gladly grant it. I don’t like just being in debt.”

“Hmm…”

As Arwen placed her hand on her chest and kindly offered, I crossed my arms and looked at her face. Then I slightly lowered my gaze.

Although she’s wearing a robe now, underneath must be a tight dress like before. The silver-gray dress, the same color as her hair, boldly revealed Arwen’s figure.

I remember that despite her youthful appearance, she had impressive hips. It caught my attention even when I was kneeling and bowing my head, so I won’t explain further.

‘Damn. The lustful demon again…’

I quickly banished the lustful thoughts and looked at Arwen. She truly seemed apologetic, with a restless expression.

“It’s fine. It’s just writing a speech. Or should I help with the delivery too? If so, there is one thing I’d like to ask.”

“W-what is it? I can gladly grant it even now.”

“It wouldn’t be fun to say it now. Let’s practice here first, shall we?”

“Then the speech…”

“Use that one.”

Arwen seemed displeased about having to deliver the speech I had arbitrarily written, judging by her dissatisfied face. Still, the content itself was sufficient to inspire the citizens.

Subsequently, Arwen got up from the bed, stretched her neck, and gazed at me intently. As I faced her, a question arose.

“Don’t you need to memorize it?”

“I’ve already memorized it all.”

“… …”

“We elves may lack adaptability, but we never forget what we’ve seen once.”

Indeed, along with demons, they’re truly an overpowered race. It makes me, a regular human, feel even more pitiful.

With such thoughts and a jealous gaze directed at Arwen, she seemed slightly nervous, taking deep breaths and patting her chest.

I wished she would remove her robe for a visual treat, but it seemed like crossing a line, so I suppressed the thought.

Eventually, Arwen clenched her fist with a determined look in her eyes and…

“Our people of Alfheim! Chosen by the gods, we established the first civilization and furthermore, magic…!”

“Pfft…”

I burst into laughter from the first sentence. With her extreme gestures, she perfectly mirrored that person’s image.

But Arwen steadfastly continued her speech. Her seriousness made it even funnier.

“Although we were defeated in the racial war, we recognized our mistakes and developed further! So, elves! Rise once more… Oh, to hell with this!”

In the end, even she seemed to realize this wasn’t right, and unusually uttered a crude curse. Then she plopped down on the bed and shouted.

“I really can’t do this! This is incitement, not a speech!”

“Hahahahaha!”

“Don’t laugh! I told you I was serious! You red human!”

“Oh my stomach! Hahahahaha!!”

Whether Arwen shouted or not, I was busy laughing on the floor. It was like watching an elementary school student giving a speech, presenting an irresistible cuteness.

“I said don’t laugh!!”

“Hahahahaha!!”