episode_0023

The situation was chaotic with the ‘high-ranking’ individuals escaping in large numbers and even losing all the ‘special-grade.’

While other elves were busy trying to contain the chaos in the Great Forest, Calia began to ponder.

“Can we really catch them if we pursue?”

Even in overwhelmingly advantageous positions, they allowed the escape by leaving a gap.

It was a mistake born out of arrogance, but the opponents took advantage of even that to escape.

If they had to engage in battle with those who constantly grew during combat in a place where this advantage disappeared.

They would definitely catch them, but significant damage would undoubtedly occur.

Calia sighed deeply, clutching her throbbing head.

“What should I do?”

Deception through negotiation was impossible.

The opponent, a witch well-versed enough about the elves to be suspicious.

If she attempted something foolish, it might backfire, turning even a successful venture into a failure.

However, engaging in direct confrontation would result in too much harm.

Whether intentional or due to inability, the witch had never displayed her vile magic in front of our elves.

Moreover, with the special grades enhancing their combat abilities through battles in the Great Forest.

Although mentioned earlier, cornering them would not be easy at all.

As much as she wanted to give up entirely.

“Hehe… Hehe…♡ Special-grade seed… Just one more time… I want to taste it once more…♡”

“I can’t be satisfied with just high-rank… I need… I need a more tremendous pleasure…!”

“Wait for me, husband…♡ I’ll be there soon…♡”

Seeing the sisters in such a state, it felt like her body would tear apart at the mere thought of giving up.

Of course, even she, desiring to experience the special grade, had no intention of giving up.

In this dire situation of indecision, after much contemplation, she decided to attempt a proper negotiation for the first time.

Not the usual deceitful negotiation, but one where they exchanged what each party needed.

Therefore, she began to recall past events to find what the witch required, discovering several elements there.

Among them, the most crucial was:

“She’s taken a liking to the special grade.”

She expressed favor towards the special grade, the only one the elves hadn’t managed to capture.

Calia pondered.

Why did she persistently target the lower ranks?

No matter how much she thought about it, it didn’t make sense.

The witches she had encountered over her 500 years showed no hesitation in taking lives, without any remorse or guilt.

Above all, valuing ‘efficiency,’ they had no reason to target the lower ranks.

Except for one reason.

Any being has a desire to give their first to someone they love.

Based on her experience, females tended to have this tendency more than males, and those pursuing the pinnacle of magic were no exception.

Considering the bisexual vomiting rainbow-colored disgust, she was undoubtedly a virgin.

Moreover, knowing about ’empathy,’ she likely wanted to exchange firsts.

But how would she feel if her own kind tried to take that away from her?

Wouldn’t she think, ‘Since I can’t even consume it, wouldn’t it be better to eliminate it altogether?’

Of course, it was an unreasonable speculation.

However, it was highly likely to be true.

Witches were peculiar beings.

If she thought ‘that’s definitely not it,’ it was always the opposite that turned out to be true.

After her thoughts, she called for Calis.

“Calis.”

“Yes, sister.”

“I will proceed with the pursuit first. Ensure we can depart as soon as the situation is somewhat under control.”

“…Are you sure? Can you handle it alone?”

“What do I look like to you?”

Calis gazed at her sister in silence before nodding her head.

Certainly, it might be unknown to others.

If she is the most restrained and powerful sister among the tribe, one can trust and rely on her.

“…I’ll quickly recover and follow. But don’t push yourself too hard, okay?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll firmly hold onto their ankles.”

Calia, allowing Bycon to smell the scent of the muscle elf’s clothes, energetically climbed on top of her.

Then, she whispered softly into Bycon’s ear.

“I’m not sure if it’s possible, but if we succeed in trailing them, I’ll give you a share too. Now, can you run well?”

Puh-hee-hee-hee-hee!

Bycon responded by dripping saliva up and down, expressing desire.

Satisfied, she began to chase after the witch party –

“I will show sympathy. And I’ll also grant you the right to do as much as you want whenever you wish. How about that? Isn’t it an appealing offer?”

“What the hell is this crazy woman saying!!!”

Having caught up with the witch party, she immediately began negotiations.

—–

The elf looked imposing.

When she quietly revealed herself, the group aimed their weapons and kept watch in all directions.

What kind of nonsense are they trying to discuss?

It seemed like they were trying to buy time, so initially, we refused to talk and tried to leave the inn.

“We’ve simply come to negotiate. We don’t have any other intentions, so I hope you won’t be too guarded.”

“Do you expect us to believe that now? Your kind doesn’t change its tune overnight.”

“If we had different intentions, we would have come fully armed. Look, aren’t we completely defenseless? We’re confident no matter who comes.”

“You must mean causing trouble, you lunatic.”

Seeing her somewhat negotiating attitude, I decided to talk with her for a moment.

If an issue can be resolved through words, then talking is the best approach.

So, we sat down at the table to start negotiations, but before long, I regretted seating her at the table.

“First, I will give you what you want.”

“…Oh, go on. Let’s hear it.”

Initially, there was some anticipation.

The elf in front of us seemed to have come for a ‘real negotiation,’ not a ‘fake negotiation.’

Although I didn’t understand why an elf in a favorable position would bother to negotiate, I continued to listen to what she had to say.

However, the elf’s next words were enough to confuse me.

“First, witch, I propose this to you. If you return to the Great Forest with the special empathy class, I will grant you as much empathy.”

“…?”

What kind of nonsense is this again?

Dumbfounded by the sudden absurdity, I lost my composure, and the elf’s gentle voice continued.

“If you’re still not satisfied, fine. Then I’ll even grant you the right to copulate whenever you wish. This should be a huge concession from us elves.”

“?????”

I didn’t understand at all.

How should I interpret bringing up such conditions for negotiation, and how could anyone think deciding on that is a good idea?

Where exactly am I supposed to look to make them think I desire the sympathy of that damn bastard?

Laughing hollowly at the unimaginable statement, I roared angrily at the elf.

“What the hell are you saying right now!!!”

As I shouted boldly, the elf, surprised, quickly lowered her head and apologized.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

A truly sincere apology.

Thinking the misunderstanding was cleared up, I breathed a sigh of relief, but…

“I didn’t realize you were hiding your feelings.”

This idiotic elf, who only knows ‘copulation,’ made an even more ridiculous remark.

I feel like I’m going crazy.

I thought I came for negotiations, but it looks like I’ve come for a mental assault instead.

As expected, should I say it’s a thought typical of a race obsessed with mating, or should I just call her a crazy woman?

Ah, maybe both?

By the way, anyone who hears this would probably think I’m into that perverted bastard.

Damn it.

With a vacant expression, Eoi sat there in a daze, prompting Kal, who was sitting beside her, to approach with a bewildered look.

“Uh… Was it like that?”

“How could it be? You idiot!”

“They say strong denial is a form of strong affirmation.”

“Who spouts such bullshit-like nonsense!”

Thwack!

After jabbing his fist into Kal’s side, the guy tumbled on the floor, only regaining his senses after hearing his pitiful cries.

…Now things might settle down a bit.

I got too excited from the nonsensical talk right from the start.

Calming myself, I cast a cold gaze towards the elf in front of me.

Subsequently, I declined in a composed tone.

“They all offer nothing but empty conditions. Were you really here just to waste time?”

“…I couldn’t have been wrong in my thoughts. Weren’t you harboring affection for that male?”

“As if, why would I like someone like him?”

If one were wealthy, capable, and able to ensure a peaceful life, there might be a slight chance. However, with the protagonist being a deity of incidents and accidents, coupled with a personality I can’t stand, the likelihood of me falling for him approaches zero.

In the first place, unless the elf in front of me is as insane as she seems, who would like such a person?

Of course, there’s a slight fondness. But that’s merely an unpleasant reality.

I can confidently assert that it’s definitely not love.

Shaking my head in denial, the elf muttered with a puzzled expression.

“He seemed obsessively fixated on the male’s nether regions, so I thought he had feelings for him.”

“Enough with the nonsense.”

“But isn’t it true? If he had his wits about him, wouldn’t he have aimed the sword at his neck in a life-threatening situation instead of his nether regions, don’t you think?”

“…”

Listening, it actually sounded plausible.

I intended to immediately refute, but I lost my words.