Ch.239Magnificent (4)

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When do people feel “shame”?

When someone insults them? That’s correct.

When their weaknesses are exposed to everyone? That’s also correct.

When they feel embarrassed by someone else’s actions? That’s right too.

As you can see, the situations where people feel embarrassment or shame vary from person to person.

But just as words once spoken cannot be taken back, people often experience shame after blurting out nonsense just to win an argument.

You might realize your mistake too late, but as I just said, words already spoken cannot be retracted. In such cases, people typically end up doing what’s commonly called “kicking the blanket” with regret for a long time.

What if those blurted words were about something extremely sensitive in a relationship? And what if they just slipped out accidentally?

“Um… Arwen?”

“…”

Even the Elf Queen who rules Alfheim would hide herself from the overwhelming shame. That’s exactly what Arwen is doing right now.

She had bravely made that communistic elf statement, but after a moment of silence, she immediately went into hiding.

Where? Under the blanket. She was so embarrassed that she didn’t even consider that it was my blanket before covering herself completely.

Afterward, she climbed onto the bed and hid her entire body like a cocoon, not responding even when I carefully called out to her.

‘Well, this is awkward…’

I smiled awkwardly as I looked at Arwen wrapped in a blanket on the bed.

That initial silence is unforgettable. Her statement about wanting to sleep with me seemed to echo like a reverberating sound.

What followed was exactly as everyone expected. After belatedly realizing the situation, her face turned bright red, and she transformed into a cocoon.

It was embarrassing even for me to hear, so I can only imagine how she must feel. Thanks to that, I can fully understand her feelings.

I couldn’t help but think she seemed childish. It was a trap that matched her outward appearance very well.

But if things continue like this, Arwen will never emerge from under the blanket. I need to comfort her somehow to end this awkward situation.

I glanced at Cecilly, who had one corner of her mouth raised in disbelief.

While Arwen was writhing in shame, Cecilly was too dumbfounded to speak. I think this is the first time I’ve seen Cecilly with such a contemptuous expression.

“Ahem. Ahem. Arwen?”

“…”

“Arwen. Say something.”

Arwen remained motionless despite my repeated calls. Wondering if I was speaking too softly, I climbed onto the bed.

As I got on the bed, the blanket-wrapped Arwen visibly flinched.

Even if she couldn’t hear me, she must have felt the vibration and realized I was approaching.

Eventually, I put my face near what I assumed was her head and said something that would force her to come out.

“That’s my blanket, you know. Are you going to stay like that?”

“…!”

Flap!

My words must have been quite provocative to Arwen in her current state, as the blanket fluttered and covered my face.

I closed my eyes and waited patiently for her to completely emerge from under the blanket.

The blanket that had fluttered high gradually came down, and I could sense that Arwen had emerged like a butterfly from its cocoon.

When I removed the blanket that had covered my face…

“Arw…”

“…”

I discovered Arwen now lying face down in the corner without even covering herself with the blanket. I was at a loss for words at the sight.

She seemed to be trying her best to avoid facing me, but given her posture, I couldn’t help but stare blankly.

A luscious, ripe peach hanging right in front of me. That one phrase is enough to describe the situation.

She was lying face down as if bowing to the wall, and due to her posture, her superior posterior curves were fully displayed.

Her already noticeable hips were even more prominent in this position, making it impossible not to stare as if hypnotized. They exuded a fatal charm no less captivating than Cecilly’s chest.

“You’re quite the temptress, Your Majesty. There are all sorts of ways to show off, I see.”

Cecilly, clearly displeased with Arwen’s posture, spoke with a sarcastic tone.

Arwen finally seemed to realize her situation and abruptly stood up without a word.

However, she still faced the wall, now kneeling tightly against it instead of lying down.

The funny thing is, even in that position, she couldn’t hide her posterior curves. In fact, her assets were highlighted with each change in posture.

Judging that I might end up only seeing Arwen’s hip line at this rate, I gathered my wits and placed my hand on her shoulder.

Thud-

As soon as I touched her shoulder, Arwen’s body flinched noticeably. And then she began to tremble.

Thinking there was no need for her to tremble like that, I slowly pulled her shoulder. At first, she resisted as if rebelling, but when I pulled more firmly, she slowly turned her head.

And…

“…Arwen?”

“Hic. Sniff…”

I came face to face with Arwen, whose silver-gray eyes were brimming with tears. Her face was so red it looked like it might explode, and her lips were tightly pursed.

In private situations, rather than as a queen, Arwen tends to be particularly expressive with her emotions, and now is no exception.

It seems her emotions have intensified because she couldn’t overcome the unbearable embarrassment and shame.

With her appearance that’s far from mature, she looks like a crying child. Am I imagining the pain in my heart?

“…Are you crying?”

“Hic. N-no, I’m not crying…!”

What do you mean you’re not? Your nose is as red as a strawberry.

While I was thinking this, Arwen hurriedly wiped her tears with her dainty hands.

I wanted to wipe them with a handkerchief, but she had already wiped them all, leaving me no chance. Besides, I felt self-conscious with Cecilly watching.

After wiping her tears for a while, Arwen, unaware that the tip of her nose was red, finally spoke in a nasal voice.

“P-please pretend you didn’t hear what I just said. I feel like I could die of embarrassment…”

“Um… Alright.”

The words “I don’t want to” rose to my throat, but I barely managed to hold them back.

If I were to joke around now, she might really cry, so it’s better to restrain myself. She might resent me otherwise.

But even if I don’t, there’s no guarantee Cecilly won’t. In fact, she was busy teasing as if she had caught a weakness.

“You know you can’t take back words once they’re spoken, right? Honestly, it wouldn’t be bad to do it once. Though Marie would be furious.”

“…Sis.”

“Uuugh…”

I looked at Cecilly with a face that said I couldn’t stop her, while Arwen covered her face with both hands in embarrassment.

Regardless, Cecilly just stuck out her tongue playfully, displaying her characteristic mischievousness.

If Arwen leaves in a little while, I’ll have to give Cecilly a good scolding. Seeing her act so frivolously, she must be secretly wanting it too.

“Sigh… I’m sorry. What childish behavior…”

“That’s fine. I just didn’t know you had such preferences.”

“It’s not a preference! Don’t misunderstand!”

Anyway, the situation was more or less resolved, and Arwen was fanning herself, trying to cool down her heated face.

However, it was a futile effort since her face would heat up again whenever she looked at me. It seems even magic can’t help with this.

Originally, it was a dispute between an elf and a demon, but it suddenly turned into a battle between chest and hips, and finally ended with elven communism.

Both Cecilly and Arwen seemed to sense that if they continued their argument, it might go in a strange direction, so they started being careful with their words.

“So, do most demons have a body like yours?”

“Well, people with large breasts like mine are rare. Since ancient times, we needed to safely give birth in harsh environments. Don’t elves have anything like that?”

“Elves don’t have such history, but before engaging in sexual relations, we visit the temple to receive divine power. If a child is conceived while possessing this divine power, they inherit all the physical talents of their parents. This is also why half-elves are no different from pure-blooded elves.”

Thanks to this, I also learned about the origin of elves’ superior genes. I already knew from class that elves view sexual relations as a kind of sacred ritual.

But it’s the first time I’ve heard about visiting the temple to receive divine power. And that this divine power seeps into the child, allowing them to inherit all the talents of their parents.

Some might wonder if this is possible for humans too, but it’s because they’re elves that they can fully receive the divine power, not humans. Let’s first understand why they’re called a race chosen by the gods.

At a glance, one might think the gods are discriminating, but in return, humans were given unlimited reproductive capacity. This means it’s very advantageous for ancestors to leave knowledge, and for descendants to develop based on that knowledge.

‘It’s not like they’re some late-game returning race.’

But looking at history, it’s half true. Elves are strong from the beginning, while humans are a race with insanely excellent development potential.

After briefly learning about human characteristics, I shifted my gaze to Arwen.

If all physical talents are inherited, why is Arwen’s height so short? Her hips are undeniably impressive, but her height is quite disappointing.

Sensing my gaze, Arwen momentarily blushed and then cleared her throat before quietly speaking.

“Ahem. Ahem. Why are you staring like that? It’s uncomfortable.”

“I was just wondering why you’re so short.”

“…My father forgot to receive enough divine power.”

“I see.”

One curiosity was cleanly resolved. Arwen glared at my now relaxed face before sighing.

Then, with a fierce look in her eyes, she abruptly said:

“Then, what are you most confident about?”

“Huh? Me?”

“Yes. It’s unfair if only we talk, isn’t it? So you should share too.”

Arwen brought up the elven communism statement again. I blinked at the question.

It seems she’s trying to get back at me for touching on her complex. This is a bit embarrassing.

As I scratched my head, wondering how to answer, Cecilly interjected:

“Perhaps it’s similar to Your Majesty.”

“Huh?”

“What do you mean?”

Both Arwen and I turned our attention to her. I couldn’t understand what she meant by saying my physical advantage might be similar to Arwen’s.

Even I was puzzled by this statement, but Cecilly gave a mischievous smile and answered in a subtle voice:

“Issac, like Your Majesty, has an impressive lower body.”

“…”

I knew she’d say something like that. As expected of the Princess of Sex Jokes. That’s so Cecilly.

I covered my face with one hand, embarrassed just by hearing the joke. It seems she’s developed a taste for teasing Arwen, just as she used to tease me.

“Lower body? Does Issac also have developed hips? I’ve heard of women having developed hips, but never men.”

Did she not initially think in that direction? Arwen tilted her head and shifted her gaze to my lower body.

After staring intently at my lower body for a while, Arwen seemed to realize something and her body suddenly stiffened. Then, starting from her neck and reaching her ears, her face turned red.

Hmm. It seems she finally caught on. I had hoped she would remain pure, but perhaps I expected too much from a half-elf.

Tick- Tick- Tick-

She must be quite excited, as her long elf ears are twitching up and down. I’ve read in books that elves’ ears move up and down when they feel intense emotions.

This is the first time I’ve seen it with my own eyes. It means Arwen’s emotions are in turmoil.

Fortunately, perhaps the recent shame served as a preventive shot. With eyes that were about to spin, Arwen barely managed to speak.

“I-I see. I think I understand what you mean. A man’s l-lower body is also important for having children. Yes, indeed.”

“…Arwen.”

“Ah, it’s fine. You don’t need to be too embarrassed. I’m an adult too, so I can handle this kind of joke.”

For someone saying that, your ears are still twitching, you elf.

Meanwhile, Cecilly seems to be enjoying Arwen’s reaction, turning her head away and laughing quietly. I want to give her a smack, but I’ll have to hold back for now.

In the midst of this awkward situation, Arwen barely managed to calm the heat in her face. Nevertheless, her gaze kept drifting towards my crotch.

“Sigh… You’re too much, Princess of Helium. Don’t tease me too much.”

“Pfft. I-I’m sorry. Your Majesty is just too cute…”

Cecilly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes as she apologized. Calling a queen “cute” might be somewhat disrespectful, but it signifies how close they’ve become.

Arwen didn’t make a big deal out of it and quietly stood up. I raised my gaze as she rose.

“Are you leaving now?”

“Yes. I’d like to stay longer, but time waits for no one.”

“Feel free to visit anytime.”

“Thank you. But Issac, before I leave, let me ask you one thing.”

“What is it?”

The time for farewell is approaching. Though it was a short time, it was meaningful and beneficial in many ways, making the regret even stronger.

Arwen stared at my seated face for a moment, then quietly curled up the corners of her lips. That smile contained deep affection and warmth.

As I silently gazed into her silver-gray eyes that seemed to pull me in, she spoke in a quiet voice:

“Looking at the Biography of Xenon, I’m certain, but the more I meet you, the more confused I become. Issac, are you a prophet or a person from the future as the world speculates? From what I heard from Cyris, you’re not.”

“You too with that? I’m not. That’s all nonsense.”

I can only laugh in disbelief. I waved my hand dismissively, denying it as if it were nothing.

A normal person might believe me at this point, but not Arwen, it seems.

Seeing my reaction, she nodded as if confirming something.

“Alright. Then answer this question too.”

“What is it?”

“Are you…”

The question that followed from Arwen was…

“Are you from a place completely different from the world we live in?”

“What…”

It was a question sufficient to surprise me, a “reincarnator.”

As soon as I heard the question, my heart sank, and I felt the blood in my body turn cold.

How did she know? Until now, I’ve implicitly revealed that I’m the author of the Biography of Xenon, but I’ve never once expressed that I’m a reincarnator.

From the beginning, I had no attachment to my previous life, so I could fully immerse myself in this world. Even if there are occasional differences in common sense, it’s not a problem.

Then why did she ask such a question? Could it be because of the “restriction” the world has been talking about?

Did the gods place a restriction on me, preventing me from directly revealing it, so she’s indirectly asking like this?

I have no idea. My mind is in a jumble, extremely confused.

While I was unable to say anything and just opening and closing my mouth, Arwen seemed to gain confidence from my reaction and smiled even more deeply than before.

Not just a smile, her silver-gray eyes began to sparkle, clearly expressing “joy.”

And then…

“That answer is enough!”

With those energetic words, she teleported away.

But there was something left even after she departed…

“Issac?”

“…”

“What… was that about? Is it true?”

Cecilly was staring at me with wide eyes.