episode_0031
by fnovelpiaBefore leaving the store.
Arpia was dressed in the consciousness-impairing robe that Victor used when he was working as an assassin.
The elf race stands out too much in terms of their energy and appearance. Of course, elves are difficult to see, but they are not like fantasy beings. There are elves who came out of the forest, and there are elves who live in human cities.
Inaxiana, the former owner of the Heavenly Pact, and her father, a high elf, did the same.
But timing is timing. It would not be a good idea to reveal Alfia’s existence at this time.
I also made a new request to the kids.
Just in case, don’t tell me.
If you listen well, he will buy you what you want.
“What brought you here?”
“I came to see the weapon.”
The place I brought Alfia to was a weapon shop.
elf.
weapon.
There is only one thing that comes to mind.
‘Elves are bows.’
It can be said to be the national rule among national rules.
Arpia’s training routes can be divided into two.
One is a spiritist.
One is an archer.
It does not deviate significantly from the characteristics of the popular elves.
The potential is much higher for elementalists. If you raise it well, you can fight with attributes appropriate to the situation.
But isn’t it true that even if romance is behind you? An elf who climbs trees and shoots arrows while roaming the forest as if it were his home.
‘It’s so cool.’
The most important thing of all is shooting the bow itself.
When shooting a bow, you need to keep your mind and body calm, so there is nothing better than this to calm your agitated mind. It’s perfect for Alfia.
Of course, there are such cases. I started archery to calm down, but the story goes that I became a noisy athlete who was good at archery… .
Alfia just hopes that doesn’t happen.
“Have you ever shot a bow?”
“That’s racial discrimination. I think an elf would be good at shooting a bow… .”
“I can’t use it. But it’s okay. I’ll make it so you can use it.”
The current Alfia is my slave, bound by the shackles of her soul. Mirabelle was also good at mastering magic, so there will be corrections for Alfia as well.
Since the soul shackles have been strengthened, it will be more effective.
“Take a look. It is a commemorative gift for becoming a slave.”
Alfia is glaring at me sharply. The look in their eyes as if something like that was a commemorative thing.
But I quickly realized that it was pointless and sighed. I start looking around the bow. Her face was somber.
“It’s all bad.”
“Well, I guess so.”
From an elf’s point of view, how good would it be to have a bow from a weapon shop? But it can’t be helped. There is currently no route to obtain a bow by chance like the Heavenly Pledge.
“Now is the time to start practicing, so hold on as long as you can. If your skills improve, we will provide you with something better.”
“Umm… .”
Alfia, who was looking around at the bows with a disapproving look, stretched out her hand.
“Then, a crossbow that is easy to use… .”
“Gaal─!!”
“Surprise! Ah, why are you screaming?!!”
Alfia jumps up.
He must have been quite surprised, so he put his hands together and pressed them to his chest.
But in this case, Arpia crossed the line.
Mirabelle’s maid uniform, it’s more than that.
“Elves do not use crossbows!”
“There are also elves who use crossbows?”
“No!”
“I’m an elf, so what do I have? Do you know more about elves than me?”
“Well, that’s not it… No matter what!”
It’s not elves that use crossbows!
Don’t ruin my romance!
***
I bought it as a shortbow.
30 arrows as a bonus.
Due to the nature of elves having to run through rough forests, they usually use shortbows that are easy to carry. It can be seen as standard.
Alfia held a bow in her hand and a quiver of arrows slung diagonally on her waist. That alone really brightened the mood.
Karami applauded flippantly next to him, saying he looked like a veteran elf archer.
“I’m really not good at shooting a bow… .”
Meanwhile, Alfia pouted her lips and flicked her bowstring. A face that looks disgusted by the fact that a bow is used.
Karami put her face underneath Alfia, who was covered by her robe.
“Why do you stick out your lips like that? Do you want to kiss me? Would you like me to do it for you?”
“This is really… Ugh, no. What can I say to you?”
Alfia is also a famous elf, so of course she has used a bow before. When I was very young, about 8 years old.
Well, the result can be roughly guessed based on the current situation.
It was ruined very badly.
Because of those damn spirits.
Archery is a martial art that requires a lot of concentration, and the spirits of Arpia were the worst of all. How can you shoot an arrow properly if you can’t sit still for even a moment?
Of course, the arrow flew in the wrong direction and achieved the feat of creating a new hole in the elf elder’s butt.
After that, I was not allowed to even touch a bow.
Karami will probably be disappointed when she sees her own performance skills.
And I will make fun of you.
Like them.
The two left Nokhtar and settled down in a nearby forest located directly opposite the main forest.
Alfia takes a deep breath. The fresh, clear forest air fills my lungs. The familiar scent dissipates my anxiety and my tremors subside.
“Today, let’s just practice archery shooting. Let’s stop thinking about hitting and focus on shooting the arrow. Well, you still have to have a target. Let’s use this tree.”
I wonder if that would be as easy as it sounds.
Even if it seems like it’s just a matter of time, it takes a lot of effort.
Dissatisfied but unable to resist. Because she was already captured as a slave. Alfia swallowed an inaudible complaint and took out an arrow.
Hold the arrow and place it on the bowstring. The hand movements were a bit awkward, but the instincts engraved in the species gave it at least some form.
Slowly draw the bow. Is it because of lack of strength, or because of hesitation from the past? The arm pulling the bowstring trembles.
Alfia, who had not yet adjusted her posture, hurriedly let go of her bowstring as if she was being chased by something.
Tidik.
The arrow did not go any further and fell into place.
Alfia’s cheeks turned red. He hurriedly squatted down with his face down and looked at the fallen arrow. He muttered in a low voice as if making an excuse.
“Well, that’s why I can’t shoot a bow. Why do you keep telling me to shoot a bow? .”
If it can’t be done, it can’t be done.
Is this a devil who feeds on the shame of others?
I don’t have any bad tastes.
… .
There is no answer back.
Alfia’s muttered words are sucked into thin air, leaving an uncomfortable silence.
Hurry up and say something.
It’s okay to laugh at me, so say anything.
I’m telling you to tease me again with a playful voice.
why… No words, right?
Alfia slightly rolled her eyes and looked at Karami.
Sure enough, he was smiling.
But something was different. It wasn’t like the mockery that compatriots used to send. It was a vague smile, like looking at a portrait drawn by a lover.
And what he said.
“It suits you well.”
“… What?”
“It certainly seems like an elf is an elf. When you see a picture come alive just because you hold a bow.”
An answer that was completely unexpected.
After being dumbfounded for a moment, Alfia frowned.
“You have a bad habit. Talking nonsense that doesn’t work. What does it mean for a painting to live? An arrow fell right in front of my nose. Even if I throw it, it will go farther than this.”
A sharp remark came out inadvertently.
It was like a hedgehog crouching down and extending its thorns for self-protection.
But Karami didn’t care. He skillfully avoided the thorns and dug deeper.
“Isn’t that because I’m still immature? If I shoot it, it’ll be the same, right?”
“It’s different from that. You are a human, and I am an elf.”
“So?”
“For elves, learning the bow comes before learning how to walk. It is said that perception is on a different level from that of the human race.”
If it was so important, why would I have been ridiculed so much for not being able to use a bow? I have never been so despised as I was then.
“That is racial discrimination. Of course, an elf would be good at shooting a bow.”
Karami repeats what Alfia said.
A plausible statement continues.
“This is a great first step toward a brilliant future. How touching and nice to see? It feels really good to know that only I know the immature side of the person who will become a shrine in the future.”
“… … .”
There is no way to lose a word.
His ability to make things sound convincing is also excellent. Even if you were to package a ring as a gift to your lover, it wouldn’t be that bad.
What kind of picture are you drawing to say something like that? Alfia felt like she couldn’t resist without asking.
“What do you believe in me when you say something like that?”
“It is like the providence of nature that a master trusts his slave. Do you need any more reasons?”
The words came out without a moment’s hesitation.
Even my compatriots say no.
A half-penny elf who doesn’t know how to do anything.
In a situation where you are always treated that way and even yourself inadvertently admit it, a man you have only known for a few days shows you infinite trust.
Because his eyes radiated the light of truth.
Because he was smiling innocently, not a single hint of deviance could be felt.
Alfia, who was looking at me in surprise, avoided my gaze without realizing it.
“You… That’s a bad habit… … .”
Alfia cannot be tackled and mutters something that Karami cannot hear.
Sit still without getting up.
Twist the grass with your fingers.
Detached eyes, as if thinking about something.
“Ugh.”
Then I sigh and get up. He glances at the target and slowly sets the arrow.
Pull the bowstring and aim at the target.
The green eyes are fixed straight.
“Seu-eup, hoo… … .”
Breathe in and out slowly.
Arms that don’t shake like before.
Your breath flows gently like the wind that seeps through the leaves.
Percussion!
Alfia flicked her bowstring once again.
Fighting.
I didn’t get it right.
The arrow did not fly very far before falling.
Archery was not easy enough to make a dramatic change just because one’s mindset changed.
but.
Alfia did not blush as much as before or pick up the fallen arrow.
‘again.’
Just silently aim the arrow.
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