episode_0033
by fnovelpiaThe streets of Nokhtar.
Loferman’s secretary, Neil, walked around the city. It was because Loferman’s instructions had come to find the elf.
So Neil stopped by the adventurer’s guild and talked to the back office, but it was all in vain. As expected, there were no elves in Nokhtar.
If I find an elf, that’s a problem.
It’s not like catching a mosquito that enters your room, but can you catch it if you find one? Unless you are a decent level elf, it is definitely not easy.
‘I’ll just kill some time and then go back.’
Neil was having a good time.
Neil was wandering around aimlessly. Then a group came into his sight.
They were children. There were scruffy-looking kids and clean-cut kids talking.
What is it?
Are they commoner kids making fun of slum kids?
In any case, it is not wrong to say that human malice reaches its peak at a young age. But it’s fun to watch things like that.
Neal pretended to be a passerby and walked towards that direction. Then, the children’s voices are gradually heard.
“So, if you become Karami’s slave, you too can sleep in a warm place?”
“Really?”
“Well, that’s right. Look, we got clean too.”
Neil couldn’t help but be impressed by the way he persuaded people to become slaves. Raising children as slaves, then releasing those slaves to create new slaves.
It’s a groundbreaking idea.
That person named Karami is no ordinary person.
But even so, the owner is trying to sell out his friends. The master and the slave, those children are also unusual.
“Hey, don’t be fooled. Who doesn’t know that if you become a slave, you will work your whole life and then die?”
At that time, a large boy came forward with a rebuttal.
“You can’t be a slave even if you want to. Karami only accepts girls.”
Matthew shows off his expression as if he is not interested in him. Ignoring the boy, I turn my attention to the girls next to me.
“Think carefully, guys. Scary older brother, you don’t have to give money to your older sisters and you can decorate them pretty? Look.”
What Matthew was pointing at was Hani. Hani, who was startled, hurriedly struck a pose. V.
Tempting girls.
The boy, who decided that the kids could be taken away if he continued like this, pushed Matthew with his arm.
“You do it in moderation. Slaves, they only take broken idiots and exploit them. You are all assholes.”
In response to the blatant criticism, Lara confidently stepped forward with both arms on her waist.
“No, only great people can become Karami oppa’s slaves~ Even pretty elf sisters are oppa oppa’s slaves~”
“Hey! Karami told me not to say that!”
“Hmph!”
Lara quickly covered her mouth, but it was already too late. A long shadow was cast over the girl’s head.
“Hoo, an elf slave. Interesting. Could you tell me more about that?”
***
Everyday life, nothing special, was repeated.
After eating breakfast, I go to the forest with Arpia. And shoot arrows until the sun sets.
Of course, it didn’t go as well as I thought. Arpia, who occasionally complained of pain, drank alcohol brought from a bar and had to stop training because she was so drunk.
With the detoxification ability of the elves, the alcohol was driven away, and training was only possible while the spirits were still wandering.
A cumbersome and cumbersome process.
Although it was natural for her to be tired due to her fluctuating mind, Alfia quietly continued training without complaining.
Alpia shoots arrows.
The arrow passes wide next to the targeted tree.
Even though he didn’t hit it right, he doesn’t really care. Because it doesn’t fall to the ground or fly up into the sky, the bow flies straight without shaking in just a few days. As long as you have a little direction, it’s easy to hit the target.
‘I’m glad Alfia is interested.’
At first, he gave off an air of dislike, but his expression changed, perhaps due to a change of heart.
If he didn’t get it right, he would sigh in disappointment, and if he flew to a strange place, he would pout his lips as if he were dissatisfied. Then he adjusted his posture with a serious expression.
Due to the circumstances, it was not possible to find a separate teacher, but even without anyone teaching her, Alpia knew what she had made a mistake.
Even calling it a day job is not enough. Self-taught, at that level, it would be more appropriate to say that a reincarnated shrine held the bow.
“Phew… .”
Alpia hangs an arrow on the bowstring.
Pull the hand holding the arrow feather up to your face.
Feel the flow of wind.
Exhale a small amount of your breath and stop breathing for a moment.
Eventually, when it became completely immobile.
widely.
Alfia gently set the bowstring.
Awesome!
An arrow was fired with a harsh sound.
That speed even defies gravity.
The arrow, which created a straight trajectory rather than a parabola, flew towards the target in an instant.
grasp!
stuck in a tree
“Wow!”
Alfia let out an exclamation without realizing it.
It wasn’t dead center.
Breathtaking outside.
However, it got stuck in a tree. That was the only thing that mattered.
Alfia quickly turns around and looks at me. I guess I was surprised too, but my big eyes got even bigger.
“You got it right!”
“You got it right.”
“I got it right!”
“Miss Arpia got it right.”
“What should I do? Could it be that I was a real shrine?”
He was making a fuss about how good Alfia was. It seemed like he was so serious that he fired an arrow and sent it flying away.
“It’s a shame. I can’t believe I can no longer see Ms. Alfia dying after shooting with an arrow.”
But Alfia, who was like a tomboy, suddenly becomes quiet. His cheeks flushed and he twisted his hair. Take a quick look at me.
“… It doesn’t matter because it’s in your memory.”
oh… .
That’s something very romantic.
I never thought Alfia would say something like that. I guess he was paying attention to what I said last time.
I guess it means that the invisible barrier between us has been torn down a little. It’s worth spending a lot of money on alcohol. It may sound a bit strange, but whatever.
“Hmm! I’m going to shoot the arrow again, so don’t disturb me?”
Alfia takes up the bow again.
As if trying not to forget the feeling just now.
She was clearly smiling.
***
“I feel great! Something is coming, right? The feeling of ‘Ah, if I shoot now, the arrow will hit.’ So I let go of the bowstring, and as expected… !”
On the way back to the city.
As if her appreciation still hadn’t dried up, Alpia even gestured in the air and pretended to shoot an arrow.
Is it really that good to hit an arrow?
I don’t know why I turned it off if I was going to like it so much. Well, maybe it’s because he didn’t know it would end up like that.
“Well, it’s just one step. After making it completely your own, move on to the next step.”
“I know, right? If you enjoy it a little, it will last forever.”
Alfia walks while grumbling and kicking stones on the ground.
A brief gap in conversation. I feel Alfia’s gaze glancing at me.
“Is there anything you want to say?”
“Huh? Ah, that’s right… .”
Alfia licks her lips and ponders whether to speak or not. Then, he carefully asks if I have made up my mind.
“What did you do while I was sleeping yesterday?”
… what.
Did you catch me touching your ear yesterday?
Elves are a race with sensitive ears. Sometimes, there are elves who also have erogenous zones. He was groaning, so I patted his head, but out of curiosity, I touched him and guess what?
no. If I had been up, I would have yelled at him asking why I was touching him. Looking at the situation, he was unsure whether it was a dream or not.
“No. I didn’t do anything.”
“Really? Hmm, then what on earth was it… ?”
Alfia tilts her head and thinks. Fortunately, it seemed like I was easily fooled.
Without solving Arpia’s question, we returned to the soiree. I’m trying to secretly go down to the basement like usual… There’s something strange about the atmosphere.
There are no guests that should be there.
The kids in the bar as if they had committed a great crime.
A grandfather standing next to his children as if protecting them.
A heavy-built man is sitting at a table, and a man who appears to be his attendant is standing next to him.
It was someone I knew.
To be precise, I should say that I only know the face.
‘Rose of the Desert, Lord Loferman.’
Based on the original work, he is the one who kidnapped Alfia and turned her into a ruined person. Loferman came to visit the duke at the soiree. And other men with a scary look.
Why did you come?
I think something went wrong.
“Why are you all standing like that? My legs hurt.”
“Ka, Karami oppa. that is… .”
Lara fidgets and wiggles her fingers. It’s like a child who broke a plate and is about to report it to his mother.
That alone gives you a rough guess.
‘You said there were elves.’
I thought it was possible since kids have a hard time keeping secrets. I thought it would be Matthew who had the accident, but I didn’t expect it to be Lara.
Sorry Matthew.
“Bar, nice to meet you. It’s called Roferman, the top of the desert rose. You are the famous slave messenger. I’ve heard a lot of stories. Wow, I never thought it was in Nokhtar.”
I knew he stuttered when texting, but he also stutters when he speaks. It’s fun to listen to.
“Haha, I don’t know what to do when such an amazing person recognizes me. But why did you come here?”
“I heard that one of your slaves is an elf. Is there anyone next to you… ?”
Lopermant looks at Alfia, who is wrapped in a robe.
It’s impossible to come here and look around. I nodded to Alfia, who was looking at me. As Alfia slowly takes off her robe, her hidden blonde hair falls out and her ears stick out.
“Oh… ! Wow, it’s definitely an elf!”
Loferman’s brightly opened eyes focus on Alfia. Alfia narrows one eye as if the gaze is unpleasant.
“Mr. Loperman.”
“Ah, ah. yes. Look at my mind.”
Loperman, who had barely paid attention to the butler’s words, turns his gaze to me. It creates an atmosphere that doesn’t suit you.
“Da, ask straight to the point. There you go. Where did you get this slave?”
The first wind created by a butterfly has arrived.
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