Ch.319Education (3)

After Issac’s identity was revealed, Arwen’s schedule became even busier than before, certainly not less demanding.

One of the people who knew Xenon’s identity. This title might have disappeared, but her friendship with Xenon remained unchanged.

In fact, Arwen had openly displayed her friendship with Issac during the informal social gathering, in front of everyone.

Though they maintained proper etiquette at the official event, consider who was present. Only political masterminds skilled in reading people’s psychology, with keen observation skills and sharp intuition.

Meanwhile, for Issac, it was essentially his debut at a social gathering, and he struggled even to maintain his composure. Marie provided as much support as possible, but his lack of experience compared to others inevitably showed in various ways.

Yet Issac treated Arwen like a truly close friend. They conversed without awkwardness and even exchanged jokes.

Above all, there was the statement that Phiren, the head of the Senate, had shouted in his final desperate attempt. That Xenon, or rather Issac, was Arwen’s lover and had even written her speech.

Setting aside the lover part, the key point was that Issac had written a speech for Arwen. This wasn’t from the Biography of Xenon, but a case where Issac himself had directly helped her.

While demons had also been saved through the Biography of Xenon, it was ambiguous whether Issac had directly helped them.

Person to person.

In other words, this implied that Issac and Arwen were close enough that he would lend her his wisdom. Thanks to Marie’s presence, rumors of them being lovers hadn’t spread, but without his fiancée, such gossip would have circulated.

Of course, those in the know were aware that Arwen harbored romantic feelings for Issac. They just kept quiet to avoid unnecessary confusion.

Anyway, since Issac’s confession, Arwen had been busy almost every day. She was accustomed to the flood of work, but those “gifts” were the problem.

She wanted to present herself as a gift to Alfheim as they desired. But as time passed, it kept getting delayed.

Timing was one issue, but ultimately, she was embarrassed. It would essentially be a public confession in front of everyone.

It would be like confessing to a man with a fiancée—could she handle the aftermath? Especially since this was Xenon.

She could. In fact, it was what she wanted. It would show that Alfheim would do anything for their benefactor.

But wouldn’t that leave the throne vacant? That wasn’t a concern either.

She could use her powerful magic to travel back and forth. Work in Alfheim, and a sweet married life at Issac’s mansion.

Currently, she was working overtime almost every day, but if she managed internal affairs calmly, such a lifestyle wouldn’t be impossible.

It was just that Arwen kept postponing her confession. The delegation she had proposed to him was also being urged forward.

At this rate, wouldn’t they fall behind the demons? Why hesitate when they needed to check the winged Helium?

But after understanding Arwen’s feelings, Alfheim gave her the choice to decide for herself. The elves’ leisurely nature, with their nearly 1000-year lifespan, also played a part.

Time passed endlessly, and Arwen was watching for the right timing, but still hesitated.

What if this harmed Issac? Would he feel burdened? What if he had no interest in her at all?

There were women by his side who were as beautiful as her, perhaps even more so—was it right for her to intrude?

The Queen who steadfastly pursued her philosophy in policies despite the Senate’s opposition.

The wise ruler who once again elevated Alfheim to a hegemonic nation after the racial war.

The elf who was implementing integration with dark elves, with the Biography of Xenon firmly supporting her.

“Your Majesty. Issac wishes to meet with you…”

“I’ll go right away!!”

But even she was just an ordinary woman in front of the man she loved.

“But Your Majesty, there’s still work…”

“What could be more important than Xenon’s call! I shall go immediately!”

Indeed, Arwen’s words were not wrong at all. No matter how much she was the Queen of Alfheim, it was unreasonable to compare herself with Issac.

Let’s recall once more what had happened with just one letter from Issac. We don’t need to look far—there’s the Kingdom of Teres.

So it’s not strange at all for Arwen to abandon all her work and head to Issac’s mansion.

Even her assistants could understand this. They just couldn’t openly express their dissatisfaction.

“What should I wear? No, before that, do you know why he called for me?”

Arwen asked about the reason Issac had summoned her, even as she fussed about.

Issac knew she was busy. So he wouldn’t call her unless it was important—what could it be?

To this, Cyris stared at the excited Arwen for a moment before quietly speaking.

“It’s related to the Biography of Xenon. He said he would explain the details himself.”

“Related to the Biography of Xenon?”

“Yes.”

Arwen was puzzled by the answer that it was related to the Biography of Xenon rather than a personal matter. It seemed it wasn’t a personal topic after all.

Still, it had been a while since they met privately, so she needed to prepare. With this in mind, she nodded and spoke.

“Tell Issac I’ll be there soon. Is it urgent?”

“No. He said you could take your time.”

“I understand. Tell him I’ll be there soon.”

“Yes.”

Cyris said this and then concealed herself through stealth. She would soon arrive at Issac’s mansion via teleport.

Arwen watched her disappear in real-time and then used magic to check for her presence.

Nothing. No matter how many times she checked, she couldn’t sense Cyris at all.

“…There’s nothing strange, right?”

As soon as she was certain Cyris had completely disappeared, Arwen checked her own clothes.

A silver dress with the sides elegantly cut out. She had been consistently wearing it since Issac complimented her, saying it suited her well.

Her slender waist and the hip line that followed would surely please his eyes.

If another man looked at her with lustful eyes, she would just ignore it, but with Issac, it was different.

Just imagining it made her heart flutter—the thought that he might see her not as a friend but as a woman.

‘He won’t be able to deny it anymore.’

Arwen was convinced that Issac had come from another world. Even during his public confession, he had omitted only the part about coming from another world.

This one thing gave her a special significance. Whatever he had experienced in the other world must have been beyond what any mortal could imagine.

And those experiences must have all been incorporated into the Biography of Xenon. The “restrictions” that were mentioned as coming from his mind must exist because of this.

“Whew. This isn’t the time.”

Arwen lightly patted her cheeks as if to bring herself back to reality. Whether he was truly the Xenon from the book or Kayre didn’t matter.

What mattered most now was that she had fallen for the person named Issac. His kindness and considerate behavior towards her.

And lastly, a face handsome even by elven standards. Of course, this was just an additional factor.

“I should be fine like this. Maybe I should put on some perfume just in case?”

Though she was a bit late due to overthinking, Arwen headed to Issac’s mansion with an expectant heart.

Since it was related to the Biography of Xenon, they probably wouldn’t have much personal conversation, but just seeing his face was enough.

Living a life of daily overtime, this alone was a great healing for her.

And so, when Arwen arrived at Issac’s mansion and met the object of her unrequited love…

“How do elves typically spend their wedding night?”

“…Eh?”

She momentarily froze at the somewhat suggestive and unexpected question. What had she just heard?

“W-w-what did you say? W-wedding night? Suddenly?”

Arwen stammered, her silver-gray eyes wide open.

Her face instantly turned red, and her long elven ears twitched up and down aimlessly.

Issac found her reaction adorable but understood her feelings, so he smiled awkwardly.

Starting with a question about how to spend a wedding night was wrong. He had been pondering how to ask and ended up causing this disaster.

“Sorry. I phrased that poorly. Please don’t misunderstand. I’m genuinely curious, in a purely innocent way.”

“That’s right, Your Majesty. He’s just being incoherent, but it’s really related to the Biography of Xenon.”

Marie defended him from the side, not forgetting to glare at him in the process.

Only then could Arwen compose her startled feelings. She had almost interpreted it in a strange way.

“I-I see. I thought…”

“It’s true. I’m planning to include such a scene near the end of Volume 24 of the Biography of Xenon. Xenon and Merry. And Jin and Lilly.”

“Ah! So they’re finally getting together?”

Arwen’s eyes widened in surprise at Issac’s additional explanation. Her face was still red, but this time it was from a different kind of surprise.

Issac nodded and handed her the manuscript he had prepared in advance.

Of course, he wasn’t giving her everything, just the manuscript describing the situation right before the main event.

“So it’s true. Then the reason you asked me…”

“I can get help from Cecilly for the demons, but I don’t know much about elves. And among the elves I know, none are as comfortable to talk to as you.”

“None are as comfortable to talk to as you.” As those words entered Arwen’s ears, they transformed into a different meaning.

“No one is as comfortable as you,” she heard. Hearing this, Arwen’s heart fluttered as she stared blankly at Issac.

Her silver-gray eyes also moistened and began to sparkle. Finally, she gently clasped her hands together.

It was the expression of a woman in love. Quickly checking this expression, Cecilly hurriedly stepped in to check her.

“Ahem. Ahem. So we’d like Arwen to help us. Actually, I only know superficially about elves, not in detail.”

“Uh, yes? Oh, I understand. But I should let you know that I’m not a pure-blood but a half-blood. While I have elven culture ingrained in me, my way of thinking is similar to humans in many ways.”

“That’s even better. As you know, Merry wandered through human society while hiding her identity. Plus, she has some eccentric aspects, so she might be similar to you.”

“She might be similar to you.” Those words caused another misunderstanding for Arwen.

I won’t explain in detail what it was, but I can tell you that her heart momentarily fluttered.

Following this, she gulped to somehow suppress her nervousness. Her head felt like it was spinning in various ways, but she had to explain somehow.

That would make the aftermath(?) easier. With eyes that seemed to be spinning, Arwen slowly began her explanation.

“S-should I start now?”

“Whenever you’re comfortable.”

“Alright. Ahem. Ahem.”

Arwen once again suppressed her fluttering heart with a fake cough. If she started speaking now, she felt she would continue to stammer.

Eventually, when everyone’s gaze turned to her, Arwen closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled.

‘If I were to have my wedding night…’

Was her head too hot? She ended up imagining her own wedding night, not that of an elf accustomed to human society.

Then, with a smile she herself didn’t even recognize, she quietly began to speak.

“As everyone knows, the most important thing for elves are these ears. The long ears are more precious to elves than life itself. They should never be touched by anyone other than a loved one.”

“I see.”

Similar yet different from demon horns. Issac took notes while listening to Arwen’s education.

Actually, this much was common knowledge, so he knew it well. However, the part about the “ritual” concerned him the most.

“Then what about treating sex as a ritual? Is it possible to do it without that?”

“It’s possible. Even though it’s called a ritual, it’s just about maintaining bodily cleanliness. In Alfheim, newlywed couples are given ‘dew.’ Literally, it’s a liquid diluted from the dew of the World Tree. They apply it to each other’s bodies before making love.”

“Hmm… The World Tree was destroyed, but if Merry secretly brought some, it shouldn’t be a problem. Is it just ordinary water?”

Issac asked while taking notes. This was something he didn’t know at all, so he was glad he asked Arwen.

“It’s not ordinary water; it has a slight viscosity. How to use it… would depend on the couple.”

Her words were cut off in the middle, but Issac guessed what she was trying to say. Since it has a slight viscosity, it must be similar to gel.

While receiving education step by step and plotting the flute, she continued.

“You apply it to each other’s bodies, confirm each other’s feelings, and then embrace. While doing so, gently touch the ears and whisper words of love.”

“Hmm… Anything to be cautious about?”

“As for caution… the most important thing is not to leave scars on the ears. Occasionally, some humans bite with their teeth, but it varies from person to person. I’m fine with it though.”

“…”

“I’m fine with it though?” Both Issac and others felt uncomfortable with that statement. The person in question didn’t seem to notice, lost in her imagination with her eyes closed.

It’s a bit strange, but let’s move on. Issac blinked and quietly opened his mouth.

“…I understand. What’s next? Pray to the gods?”

“Praying wouldn’t be bad. Having a wedding night with a man as wonderful and lovable as Xenon… would truly be a joyous occasion. To have those hands touch my ears, how…”

“Um… excuse me, Arwen?”

“Yes?”

Sensing something amiss, Cecilly interrupted. Arwen opened her closed eyes and looked at her with a questioning expression.

Cecilly faced Arwen and scratched her cheek. She wondered if she should really say this, but it was necessary to prevent an accident.

Currently, Arwen’s feelings were very similar to her own feelings right before her wedding night.

“Are you perhaps projecting yourself onto Merry?”

“…Huh?”

“It just feels that way… I’m just mentioning it in case.”

Did she realize it then? As soon as she heard Cecilly’s words, Arwen blinked her silver-gray eyes a couple of times.

And her gaze immediately turned to Issac. Issac was also staring at her with blank eyes.

Simultaneously, the scene she had been imagining in her head rapidly changed. The man who was Xenon became Issac, and the woman who was Merry became herself.

Everything she had just said was essentially describing her own desired wedding night.

“…!!”

Realizing this, Arwen’s ears shot up high, and then…

“Haaa…”

She melted like ice cream.