episode_0047
by fnovelpiaIt took less than 30 seconds to sort out the situation.
Narsha moved around wildly. Her afterimage created a red constellation in the slums, causing the residents standing in the path to fall like reeds.
Narsha had only ever held a dagger for self-defense. She was busy managing the upper class, so she didn’t have time to learn swordsmanship.
It was all thanks to the grace bestowed upon her by her master that she became such an incredible inspector. Narsha was confident that she had used her power in the right place.
Narsha checking to see if there were any leftovers. She was worried that it might be bad for the children’s emotions, so she only poked at the vital points. As long as there was no blood, it looked like they were sleeping.
He brought Lara, who had her eyes tightly shut, from among the warm corpses and checked Matthew’s condition.
“Are you okay? Can you stand up?”
“Uh… I think it’ll be okay even if it’s not okay.”
“I’m sorry I don’t want to worry you, but your wound is severe. I need to get treatment soon.”
Narsha, carrying Lara’s hand in one hand and Matthew on her back, escaped the slums.
“Where should I go? Is there a hospital? No, I guess I should go to the church here… .”
“You can go to the night party. If Sister Arphia heals you, it will be done in no time.”
“… Yeah.”
Narsha didn’t find fault with the idea of going to a bar for treatment. She had a sense of humor as a businessman. If you pretend, you pretend.
Narsha, who had been guided, soon arrived at the night party’s podium.
Daughter~
The bell on the door rang.
“Grandpa, we’re here.”
“It’s late. What are you doing now… .”
Victor’s nerves were on edge for a moment.
Matthew is covered in scars.
Narsha wielding a rapier.
The energy she gave off was extraordinary.
Could it be the enemy?
Victor lowers his hand, preparing to draw his dagger. Shadows ripple.
Lara, who didn’t know how to feel the momentum in the freezing atmosphere, joined in with a bright smile.
“This girl saved us!”
“You saved me?”
“Scary old men were harassing Matthew, but then his sister showed up and went swoosh, swoosh, swoosh really fast.”
Lara reenacts the scene just now, assuming a stabbing stance.
Fortunately, it didn’t seem to be what he had thought. Victor sighed and withdrew his assassin’s aura.
“Matthew, you ignored me again and went to the slums. I clearly warned you not to go there because it’s dangerous.”
“But there’s nothing I can do. There are kids there who need help too.”
“Even so, you shouldn’t go alone. Even Lara was in danger. Next time, take Leonard with you. He’s the one with the most time left.”
“Yes.”
“Miss Arphia will be here soon, so just wait a little longer. And… .”
Victor strokes his beard.
“Thank you for saving the children, but who is the young lady? You seem like a precious person.”
“My name is Narsha Brian. I was just passing by.”
“Yes, Miss. Thank you very much. If it weren’t for you, Miss, I would have been in big trouble.”
“I just did what I had to do.”
“You’re as kind-hearted as you are handsome. Hey, let me get my mind right. Sit down somewhere comfortable. I’ll treat you to a meal. Hey, Leonard. Come and pour me some water.”
Narsha sat down in a suitable seat, and soon after, a waitress wearing a waitress uniform came out from the back space. Her skin was dark and, oddly enough, her ears were long.
‘Dark elf?’
A bar staffed by dark elves. It’s something that’s extremely rare even in a big city. Even from the perspective of a noble, Narsha, it was surprising.
Could that person be the elf who was saved by Karami?
I had that thought, but immediately denied it. Of course, the expression on the face of the one who received His salvation… could not possibly be that rotten.
Leonard stared at Victor as if he was about to swear at any moment.
“Why do I have to listen to the human race? What do you think of me? I am Leonard of the Black Fog. I am not a bar employee.”
“short?”
“… No.”
On the day of the battle with Arphia, Leonard tried to leave after cleaning up the corpses of the members of the organization he could call his comrades, but was caught by the ankle once again.
-You can’t go.
-Why! … Hey.
– We’re short on manpower. The number of children has increased, so it’s hard for the old man to do it alone. You can help too. You have the right to refuse. If you have the confidence to run away.
You have the power of veto. How generous.
I thought about it for a moment, but it sounded like a dog’s mouth. I tried to escape for almost a month, but I was caught every time.
There is no escape.
Every time I got caught, the work just got harder.
Eventually, Leonard changed his plan. He was an old man with not much time left, so he would wait until he died.
By the standards of the Jangseongjong Elves, it is a moment in time, so waiting is not a problem.
widely.
Leonard left a glass of water in front of Narsha. Narsha stared at her back.
‘What a strange bar.’
That’s what I ended up thinking.
Narsha was enjoying the food and drinks that Victor had provided. The bell rang loudly and people came in. The clean smell of the forest spread.
“Arpia Niim, the spirits keep causing trouble and not helping.”
“In that case, you have to bend your knees with force. That way, they will listen to you.”
“Elders said that we should get along harmoniously?”
“The master’s words are more correct than those people. Look, I, the master’s slave, won, right?”
The little elf nodded, thinking that was correct.
“If I become his slave, can I become like Arpia?”
“Of course. So let’s practice hard until the master comes.”
“Yes!”
It was truly a rare sight.
Even though there is a large forest nearby, the elves are a very insular race, so why do they gather in a human city like that? If that’s the case, then there must be one of his slaves among them…
Narsha’s eyes are getting narrower.
It wasn’t difficult to find.
Because only one person showed his face as the one who was saved.
“Huh?”
Arpia, who was taking care of the children, felt the gaze and moved her head. When her eyes met Narsha’s, her pupils dilated for a moment.
I could tell at a glance that Arphia was the same. It was a feeling that only those who had experienced complete liberation could share.
“You… .”
“To meet someone who has received His deep grace in a faraway land. There is no relationship like this.”
Arphia was wary of Narsha. It was obvious that Karami had been involved with several slaves before meeting her.
But Narsha was different.
A sense of solidarity felt as fellow slaves.
The rejection that came from there.
There’s a saying, “I wanted to be happy, but I didn’t want to be this happy.” That’s exactly how Arpia felt right now.
He never wanted to be more than himself, teaching young elves to grow up and see landscapes that were ‘similar’ to his own.
Narsha was someone who had the same level of experience as Arphia. At the same time, she was someone who was more than just a master.
“Hoohoo. You’re so cute.”
Arphia was oozing hostility. On the other hand, Narsha covered her mouth with her hand and smiled cautiously.
“Since we have such a long-awaited relationship, should we have a conversation? I can’t tell you how excited I am to have someone who can share my feelings.”
A tough opponent has arrived.
Arphia secretly made up her mind.
***
“Who is that pretty girl?”
“Like a slave to Karami type.”
“That guy too? Karami Oppa is amazing.”
Matthew’s wounds were instantly healed by the spirit of Arphia.
Matthew, Emily, Lily, Lala, Hanieda, and the elves that Arphia brought.
The children who had become close while playing together were hiding their small bodies in a corner of the bar and staring at one spot.
There, Arphia and Narsha were facing each other at a round table, and at first glance, it seemed like the table was Karami.
It was an exciting sight even for children. Leonard wiped the table indifferently, as if he was not interested, but his ears were perked up, and Victor ate a handful of peanuts.
Outward appearances seemed favorable to Narsha.
While Narsha was sitting in a simple posture, Arpia was crossing her arms and shaking her legs irregularly.
An atmosphere where the blade seems to float in the air.
They were just exploring each other, but it was Narsha who spoke first. It was a senior’s consideration for his ‘junior’.
“Let me introduce myself formally. Narsha Brian. I am the only daughter of Count Brian of the Kingdom of Traul.”
“Arphia Liliand.”
Although he didn’t say it out loud, Arphia clearly showed that he didn’t like you.
“I’ve heard so many times that elves are beautiful, and it’s true. And Ms. Arphia is cute too.”
Arphia’s eyebrows twitched. The word cute didn’t sound like a compliment at all.
“You’ve been saying I’m cute since a while ago. I’m older than you… … .”
“Better than me?”
“Better than you… .”
“Better than me?”
“… … .”
Arphia, who was about to say something, closed her mouth.
Because I realized right before that this was a fatal self-inflicted wound. As a woman, once you say those words, there is no turning back. It is the end at that moment.
Fortunately, the worst was avoided, but that was it. I couldn’t find anything else to say.
“Hmm~ You’re cute.”
Narsha lets out a nasal sound.
It was one step forward. It’s a bit disappointing that it stopped right in front of the trap, but it was a good harvest.
Emotional.
Speech delay.
Narsha, who learned everything about Arpia with just one conversation. It’s not a big deal to play with someone whose true colors are revealed. One-sided abuse begins.
“Looking at you, it seems that Arpia-san has also received the Master’s grace. When I look at Arpia-san, the advice I gave to the Master that day comes to mind.”
“Advice?”
“Yes, my master was the one who would not leave my side, but I strongly opposed it. I advised him to go out into the wider world and save more people, saying that he would bring salvation to the world.”
“What is that… .”
“Thanks to you, Arpia-san was able to be so bright. As expected, my choice was right. I am truly deeply moved. ”
summation.
You are saved thanks to me.
If it weren’t for me, I wouldn’t have met Karami.
If you know now, be grateful.
Although there were some errors in interpretation, the general outline was similar.
Of course I’m joking.
I’ve never had that conversation.
Because Karami left in an instant.
But that is the nature of arguments. Information asymmetry. Even if you spread lies, the other party has no way of confirming the truth. The line between truth and lies becomes blurred.
It is especially effective when the opponent is emotional. As evidence, Arphia’s eyes were shaking left and right without being able to find the right way.
“The master would have led Arpia to the path of liberation and left right away. Since his business with Arpia was over, he would go save someone else.”
“Ugh… … !”
“I never thought you would listen to my advice so faithfully. It is the greatest honor as a slave. I have no regrets even if I die.”
Arphia couldn’t refute the question and just twitched her mouth.
With every word Narsha utters, her memories with Karami are diminished. The precious relationship becomes someone else’s mere achievement.
It is unacceptable.
“Don’t lie! I made a thousand-year pact with that person?”
“A thousand-year…pledge?”
“Yeah!”
Arphia woke up with a start, went down to the basement, and brought back some neatly wrapped leaves.
“Look!”
Narsha reads the words written on the leaves with long, thoughtful eyes. The words reunion, faith, and oath catch her attention. Narsha’s pupils tremble and her poker face cracks slightly.
“Did you see? He didn’t leave, he just left for a moment!”
“Ha, but this alone… .”
“There’s evidence, too?”
“Evidence… huh?”
“Yeah!”
Arphia suddenly starts taking off her coat and top, exposing her skin without any restraint.
He holds on to his clothes so they don’t fall down, and shows off the branding on his perfectly white back.
“See? Proof that I am that man’s eternal slave.”
This is also a bluff.
The mutually engraved brand of the spirit usurper is merely a means of dealing with spirits and has nothing to do with slavery.
But to Narsha, it only looked like the brand of slavery.
At the point when the soul shackles disappeared, Narsha had no means of proving that she was a slave. The moment she saw the brand, she felt envious.
“You don’t have this, do you? Are you really that person’s slave?”
“Ugh… .”
The situation is reversed with just one attack from Arphia.
Narsha bites her lips as if she is angry, and Arpia lifts her chin in a triumphant manner. The corners of her mouth form a victor’s arc.
Meanwhile, in a corner of the bar.
“Hey, Master.”
“… What is it?”
Leonard, who was sitting next to Victor and chewing peanuts, said:
“Are you proud of being a slave?”
“Don’t ask me… .”
A sight that breaks common sense.
Victor felt dizzy.
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