episode_0028
by fnovelpiaFormer Master Victor of the Assassination Guild.
Another nickname that describes him is ‘Shadow Duke.’
He makes a dagger out of his shadow and carries out a killing spree. It is given this name because its appearance is reminiscent of the dance moves of a peacock with its wings spread.
Feather-like daggers begin to dance under the light of the torch.
“Quaaaagh!”
“Hey, it’s a night raid! Pick up your weapons and fight back!”
The mercenaries try to fight back belatedly, but they are already too drunk. They are unable to react to the daggers flying across the garrison and fall indiscriminately.
Puff poop poop.
The bodies of the mercenaries pierced by the shadow daggers flutter as if dancing, and blood drops flutter like flower petals.
It was so beautiful that it looked like a stage rather than a battlefield.
In the center of the noisy stage, Karami walked leisurely as if she were in another dimension. Unable to bear the pain, he collapsed and approached the unconscious elf.
[Arfia, the eternally suffering elf]
It was the second main slave.
“Huh, I couldn’t believe it, but it’s a real elf.”
Victor finished cleaning up in an instant and stood next to Karami.
As if to add persuasiveness to the message that ‘if there are no witnesses, it is an assassination’, when the daggers disappeared, all the mercenaries were overlapping with their own shadows.
“Would you please break down the prison door? Also with shackles.”
“Is it okay? If I wake up and exercise my power, it will be difficult for me to subdue it alone.”
“It’s okay. Because that won’t happen.”
I don’t know how to be sure, but if that’s the case with Karami, that’s the case. With that mindset buried in a corner of his mind, Victor swung his dagger.
wickedness.
After a soft cutting sound was heard, the iron bars and shackles were cut like radishes.
“Ssotcha.”
Karami picked up Alfia, who had fallen, and carried her on her back.
“What will the elf do?”
“What are you going to do with the defenseless elf after seeing the slave trader? What a useless question.”
“Hmm.”
“Surely you don’t feel rejected now?”
“Is that possible? I don’t deserve it.”
Karami and Victor escaped from the scene of the horrendous massacre, exchanging trivial words.
On the way back to the city.
Victor glanced sideways.
This elf lives only on dew.
Alfia looked rather thin, but even Karami was sweating profusely.
“It looks hard, wouldn’t it be better for me to lift it?”
“Hu, huhu… . it’s okay. I take care of my slave.”
Should I call this responsible or foolish? Victor had mixed feelings.
***
“Is this a real elf?”
“What is this? It has to be this person!”
What is it… .
Alfia thought deeply in the dark.
The high tone, which knew no restraint, was a unique voice of children that could be heard anywhere in the world. I was already dizzy, but the chaotic noises hitting my eardrums made me even more dizzy.
But why are children’s voices heard?
Alfia reminisces.
When I woke up after drinking, I was kidnapped by the humans and locked in a cage. I was in so much pain that I asked for a drink, but was coldly refused.
After that, I slowly lost consciousness, and I think something happened right before I lost consciousness… .
‘I don’t remember.’
I didn’t remember anything that was particularly helpful.
In the end, Alpia decided to pretend to be unconscious to understand the situation better.
“Bar, just now… My ears twitched… .”
“Amazing. The ears are really long. Is this real? Can I touch it?”
You can’t do that.
Elves have sensitive ears. If you touch it carelessly, it will be a big problem, human children.
“No. Karami oppa told me not to mess with it carelessly.”
Brother Karami.
I don’t know who you are, but thank you anyway.
Alfia continued to pretend to sleep, but listening alone had its limits. I can’t keep doing this forever.
I slowly open my eyes.
Four children are staring intently with their faces buried.
“I opened my eyes!”
“I came to my senses!”
Because the distance was so close, I was caught squinting. Alfia closed her eyes tightly and sighed internally, then smiled kindly.
“Ahaha… Hello?”
“Hello!”
“The greeting is also correct. But it seems too close. Could you please move away?”
The children retrieved the faces they had shown.
A child who obeys well is cute, regardless of race. Alfia slowly got up and looked around.
The place where Alfia was lying was a pure white bed. There is an identical bed right next to it. There is also furniture that looks like a storage cabinet.
Although it was an ordinary interior to humans, it was unfamiliar to Alfia, an elf.
“This is… ?”
“It’s my house!”
“Home? Not a prison?”
“Jail? Uh, was your sister a criminal?”
“That’s not true… .”
What on earth happened?
Now that I think about it, the shackles on her entire body have disappeared. But Alfia was not relieved at all.
“Huh?”
Because there were shackles on my soul and not anywhere else.
Alfia was greatly embarrassed.
‘Why, why why?’
soul contract.
It had a very different meaning to the elf.
An elf who loves only one person for the rest of her life. To leave a proof of that, she engraves a thousand-year covenant between her lover and her soul under the World Tree.
If a promise is broken, it turns into a curse and takes root in the soul. You will spend the rest of your life in terrible pain.
But Alpia’s soul was shackled. It has already been tainted. Since she couldn’t wash it off like she could wash her hands, it meant that she couldn’t make love to anyone in the future.
“… … .”
Alfia felt an indescribable emotion. It was something that was predicted when he was captured as a slave… The fact that my soul was defiled came as a great shock.
“Sister, are you okay? I don’t like your expression.”
Children showing concern to their faces. Alfia tried to adjust her expression.
“Ugh, yes. But are you also slaves?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, yes… .”
“Not me.”
“Me too.”
Not only did they kidnap someone who was living a good life, but they also turned these young children into slaves. Alfia bit her molars.
“Where is the person called the owner?”
“Karami oppa? I’m waiting upstairs.”
Mr. Karami. I thought he was a good person, but he wasn’t.
What kind of person would pollute his soul? Alfia got down from the bed to check that proud face.
“Ugh.”
Alfia feels dizzy and stumbles for a moment. As soon as I came to my senses, the pain came quickly. Cold sweat pours down.
“Sister, are you okay? I don’t like your expression.”
“Sister is okay.”
After somehow calming down the worried children, Alfia left the room and went up to the ground.
Two men were chatting in a bar.
An old man with graying hair and a beard.
The exact opposite, a handsome man with black hair.
Thanks to the soul shackles, Alfia felt it instinctively. That that man was the owner who had shackled him, and that he was Karami’s brother, as the children called him.
and… I don’t want to admit it, but in elven culture, it’s a life partner.
‘… It turned out well.’
At that level, I wouldn’t bow down even if I was with an elf man. Of course, it wasn’t like I developed a liking for him that wasn’t there before.
When Alfia comes out, Karami greets her with a smile.
“You finally woke up. I wondered what would happen if he never woke up.”
Alfia postpones her answer and stares at Karami.
What kind of person is this?
What is your personality like?
‘On the outside, he doesn’t seem like a bad person… .’
But if he were a good person, he wouldn’t be using those cute kids as his slaves. He wouldn’t have hired mercenaries to kidnap him.
Alpia, who was analyzing calmly, quickly came to a conclusion.
“Free me.”
“Yes?”
“Please release me.”
No question and answer, head on.
That was Arpia’s choice.
“Not only did they kidnap you and make you a slave, they even carved scars into your soul at will… They even use these young children as slaves. Do you have no remorse?”
“Haha, no way. I am always proud of my actions.”
“This… Is this an act of pride?”
“Of course.”
I don’t even think about how my soul has been tainted, and I get angry when I see Karami making a fuss.
“Ugh.”
Alfia lets out a single moan.
The pranksters, feeling their intensified emotions, are going wild. Alfia pats her chest with her hand in frustration.
“Why are you doing that? What’s wrong with you?”
“Rice, it’s no big deal… .”
“If not, you’re lucky.”
Karami takes a drink.
“Would you like to come and have a drink instead of just standing there awkwardly?”
“What?”
Words that were pierced directly into Alfia’s elongated ears.
‘alcohol?’
Alfia opened her eyes brightly.
Arpia thought to herself, ‘Do masters usually share drinks with their slaves?’ But that wasn’t important.
All you need is alcohol to suppress this pain that feels like being scratched by thorns. It’s definitely not out of selfish interest, such as wanting to drink the human race’s alcohol.
“Hmm, there’s nothing more helpful than alcohol when having a conversation with an awkward person.”
After clearing her throat and finishing her rationalization, Alfia sat down next to Karami. Karami filled the glass with alcohol and gently pushed it towards Alpia.
Light blue clear liquid.
Alfia was my first time seeing alcohol.
“What is this?”
“This is Luna Bloom. It is a liquor made from moonflower petals. It will suit your taste.”
Alpia is not willing to drink it, but as Karami drinks it proudly, his vigilance eases. I sniffed, smelled the scent, and took a sip.
Soft and delicate first taste. The scent of moonflowers lingers on the tip of my tongue. As the alcohol goes down my throat, I feel the coolness of a moonlit night.
The atmosphere of a quiet moonlit night reaches her.
“Wow… .”
“How about it?”
“Wow, it’s really delicious. You can make alcohol like this too.”
After just drinking one drink, my tense body suddenly relaxes.
Even pranksters get excited about the strong alcohol that spreads through their bodies. Mischievous people who can’t stand the intoxication become quiet and the pain eases.
“Good alcohol does not discriminate between races.”
“That’s right! What do you know?”
Alfia jumps up and enthusiastically agrees.
At that moment, silence dominates the space.
When I came to my senses, people were looking at Alfia with wide eyes. Victor and the four children sticking out their small heads.
Karami just smiles like a fisherman throwing bait.
“In the first place, every time you drink a glass of alcohol, the veil is lifted one by one.”
Alfia, with a blush on her face, sat down again and took a drink.
“Did you ask me to release it?”
“Yes. Why, let me go?”
“Hmm, I really want to do that, but if I let it go like this, the loss will be so great… Ah.”
Even though I don’t have the heart to do that. Karami, who was pretending to be worried, let out a short sigh as if something occurred to her.
“Then let’s do it like this.Let’s make a bet with me.”
“Bet?”
“Whose drinking capacity is stronger? If they win, we will release it as you wish. How is it? Isn’t this a good owner?”
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