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▶Another Tale◀

This is another story.

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[She was a woman who could smile brightly like a field full of flowers]

[The woman with that smile looked so pure, as if she hadn’t been tainted by even the slightest bit of dirt]

[The woman with that smile looked so affectionate, as if she could embrace all the mistakes and shortcomings of others]

[There was always a smile on the woman’s face]

[It’s the same now]

[The hero takes his head out of the bag, soaking wet with blood]

[The citizens cheered]

[The Witch of the Western Forest is Dead]

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It was starting to get dark.

The teacher and student parted ways, promising to meet again tomorrow.

Pamon left the Bendel mansion and entered the street.

The steps that bounced to the rhythm of the rustling music were light, almost brisk.

The ends of her purple robe fluttered to match.

At the sight of Pamon like that, Duran stuck out his tongue in amazement.

It’s a book, but I threw it away anyway.

“Huh? What?”

“Me?”

-Oh my, Duran. Don’t you smell something strange?

-I am a book.

“Did I do that~”

-Do you see that sculpture over there? It’s hideous… What is it that makes it so pretty that they proudly hang it up there? Such is the aesthetic sense of humans.

– By universal standards, it may have low artistic value, but it’s not bad in terms of aesthetics. Especially when compared to the things you have hanging all over your cabin.

“I don’t remember~”

-Ugh~ The floor feels weird~

-Is that so? I think it’s a well-paved road.

-It was my mistake. I should have worn shoes with higher heels.

-Since you’re in the city, why don’t you just get some new ones? I see that there are a lot of shoes here.

-No~ It’s obviously a monstrosity made from the skins of violent hunters. You want me to wear something like that~?

“… Hmm~”

-It’s frustrating. Why are there so many humans?

-Because it’s a city.

-Wouldn’t it be stuffy to live in such a small space like this? Aren’t you like long-legged spiders living in a small hole?

-You used to say those horrible things were cute, but now you’re comparing them to disgusting humans?

-What I mean is~ Humans live together like spiders, not being friendly with each other. That’s why they fight and slander each other all the time-

“… ”

-Hey, Pamon. You said you wanted to go to the library.

-Yeah. That’s why you came, right?

-What. If you’re going to the library, you should go to the main building that you stopped by first.

-Duran. I don’t know about you, but aren’t interesting books usually hidden in places like this?

-Why did that guy sigh when he saw the people lining up at the main building?

-Should I say I’m out of breath because I walked for so long?

-Why was that guy looking at the books here and sighing?

-… Oh my~ I should read this book. You’re an herbal medicine expert, but none of it is correct~ It’s fun~

-Look at this dust. Is this a library? It’s a warehouse. You’re really poisonous. You’re staying here because you don’t want to meet humans.

Silent in front of a book?

Duran recalled each of their previous conversations with a memory befitting his appearance.

Pamon looked around hesitantly and –

“Ah~”

The moment Duran brought up the topic of the courtesy place, the library annex, everyone started clapping excitedly.

“That’s right! That book. The book that Risir was reading. I forgot. I’ll have to go and borrow that book when I have time~ A book about cats. I guess a city is a city. You’re saying there’s everything there?”

Duran laughed in frustration at the sight of Pamon like that.

It’s a book so there’s no nose, but I hit it anyway.

“Huh?”

“Warehouse~ I’m sorry to my friends.”

“And, come to think of it, that doesn’t seem right. Since we’re out of the forest after such a long time, shouldn’t we enjoy the city’s culture?”

“The forest people originally had such a vicious side~”

“You know. Dark elves are a race of adaptability. That’s why they survived in that harsh forest, right?”

Knock knock.

Pamon’s footsteps, which had been creating a ceaseless rhythm, finally stopped.

“Ah. Here it is.”

The topic of the last conversation between Pamon and Risir before they parted ways was Heyern.

Suddenly, and for some unknown reason, Pamon became interested in Heyern and asked his disciple many questions about the city.

-Where do you think is the coolest place in this city, Risir?

At first, the story progressed mainly like that.

The question is always preceded by the word ‘rishir’.

In Risir’s view-

In Risir’s opinion-

The disciple answered sincerely, hoping that his master would have a good time.

The master felt strangely angry at the sight of his disciple.

-Then, is there a place like that? A place that Risir hasn’t been to yet, but is interested in.

He is called a teacher.

The idea was to first experience places that the disciples had not yet experienced, and then tell them what they saw and felt.

Wouldn’t that be a great way to tour the city?

To share experiences and insights with local disciples.

“Haa~ If I had known this would happen, I would have brought more clothes. Risir would have thought that way. Ah. Seeing that my teacher has been wearing the same clothes for a week, I guess he is not financially well off~ My teacher’s social status is not that high~”

This was the place that Risir had mentioned, ‘a place I haven’t been to yet but am interested in.’

“Café, is this something that’s popular among humans these days?”

When Risir heard the word café, the first thing that came to mind was a shop with a mermaid sign that sold roasted coffee beans and bitter water.

However, the cafe that Pamon was currently facing was a completely different place from what Risir had imagined.

In the city, cafes were a social gathering place.

A place where people with a certain level of education, formality, and status in the city gather to discuss and develop friendships.

“I see a lot of kids around the same age as Risir?”

It was at that moment that Pamon was about to enter the cafe.

Bam!

Her body was pushed to the side.

A woman passed by and tapped Pamon on the shoulder.

“Oh my. Excuse me.”

As a noblewoman, she is called Miss Moila by those around her.

Moila looked back and seemed to be apologizing to Pamon, but-

“What is this? Dark elf?”

He stared into Pamon’s eyes and smiled sadistically.

Moila’s group came to Pamon and surrounded him.

-What the heck, those guys. How can they see you?

-I lifted the cognitive impairment spell.

-What? Why would you do something like that?

-Well? Do you want to tour this place vividly?

-This is so vivid, it’s too vivid.

Their voices, hidden by magic, reach only each other.

After finishing the conversation, Pamon bowed gracefully to Moila.

“Sorry. I guess I was just thinking about something else.”

Phew.

What came back was unbearable laughter.

“A dark elf pretending to be a noble?”

Moila looked at Pamon’s robes as if appraising them.

“What’s going on, guys? Look at this. Have you ever seen fabric like this?”

“Is it from the East? I heard that Eastern things are popular in the Imperial City these days.”

“How elegant. I don’t know who that is, but he must have a lot of money.”

“That’s what I mean.”

Moila brought her face close to Pamon and spoke softly.

“Where on earth did a dark elf get such a precious item? Huh?”

“Don’t be like that. You may have bought it with the money you worked hard to save. Stealing is a pretty lucrative business.”

“Or maybe you just took advantage of the country nobles? Frightening them with all sorts of spells and curses.”

Pamon’s expression remained unchanged.

She still had that lively smile on her face.

“If we’re done talking, I’ll stop here.”

Pamon took a step forward. Moila blocked her path.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m interested in the store behind you.”

“Oh really? But why is this a pity? This is not a place where a lowly person like you can come and go.”

Moila nodded to her bodyguard, Garon, who was following her.

He approached Pamon and spoke to him in a dry, stern tone.

Highlighting the sword on his waist.

“Hey dark elf. Show me your pass.”

The surrounding atmosphere was tense and everyone’s attention was focused on it.

Moila greeted everyone around her gracefully.

“Sorry, everyone. I made a fuss. I’ll fix it soon, so please understand?”

Garon nodded at Moila’s wink.

“I will hand you over to the security guard.”

It was at that moment that he roughly grabbed Pamon’s arm and tried to drag him away.

“… ”

The light disappeared from Garon’s pupils.

He immediately stopped everything and stood still.

“Excuse me, everyone. Are there any Bendel family members among you?”

Pamon said.

“What? Bendel?”

“How dare you mention their names with your dirty mouth?”

“Aha. Thanks for the polite reply?”

As soon as Pamon finished speaking, Garon moved.

match!

A rough but cheerful sound rang out.

Over and over again.

“Gyaaaah!!! Go away!! What are you doing!”

“What are you doing- Ouch!!! You hit me!? You hit me!?”

Garon’s hands moved with restraint.

In this way, he left a huge handprint on the cheek of each and every noble group.

“It’s Miss Moila’s order…”

“What!? How dare you-”

“Oh, no! Are you crazy, Garon!? What are you talking about!!!”

The spectacle unfolded.

The noble daughters began to fight each other, screaming, slapping each other, and pulling out each other’s hair.

The front of the cafe became a mess in an instant.

“Why is it so noisy outside?”

“I heard Moila and Rodan are fighting each other right now?”

“…Let’s go!”

Pedestrians on the street and customers at cafes all came out and absorbed in this rare sight.

The dark elves had already been neatly forgotten in their memories.

Once again, a dark elf with cognitive impairment magic entered the cafe through the crowd.

The glasses on the counter were left abandoned in a circle, as both the staff who handed them over and the customers who received them went out to watch the fight.

The dark elf picked up the goblet and placed a gold coin on it.

“Hmm~”

The dark elf, sitting by the window, sipping his drink, snorted in satisfaction.

“Not bad? No. Honestly, it’s pretty good. What kind of tea is this? It’s black, bitter, and has a unique flavor.”

under.

Duran laughed in vain at Pamon’s witty answer.

The book’s view was that the owner’s condition was very abnormal.

If he had been the original owner he knew, he would have felt extremely disappointed and disgusted by the situation he had just experienced.

And those rude and shallow people must have paid a very high price.

A price that is incomparable to the loss of friendship, honor, and shame from an ugly fight in the middle of the street.

But now, she was enjoying the human place and culture with a joyful expression on her face.

“Really? I wish tomorrow would come quickly~ My disciple is waiting for tomorrow just like me, right?”

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▷ Character 3: Witch of the Western Forest – Deactivated.

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