Chapter 66
Chapter 66
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: Meeting the Elves
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'I need a massive amount of mithril!'
If he hadn't met the dwarves, he would have faced considerable hardships.
Even protecting Neruman while antagonizing the mage towers and trading companies that dominated the continent's power structure would be difficult for the Empire itself.
That's why he needed overwhelming strength.
The kind of force that would make everyone gape in shock and flee the moment they entered Neruman.
'Is that the mountain...?'
Following Cassias's explanation, he flew north.
Piercing through the high, jagged peaks of the numerous Rual Mountains, he arrived at a massive triangular mountain.
In the midst, nestled among those mountains, lay the elves' village.
Even the Temir bastards had set up illusion magic formations that humans couldn't detect, concealing the existence of the elf village.
'A magic formation!'
As he slowly descended before the mountain, he sensed a faint flow of mana.
It was so subtle that he wouldn't have detected it without reaching the 6th Circle.
'Someone capable of deploying a large-scale illusion magic formation like this must be an 8th Circle mage!'
The difference between imagination and facing reality head-on was like night and day.
Though he had anticipated it, the tension surged as he confronted the wide-area magic formation.
'It's paved with magic stones.'
An illusion magic formation that made an enormous space appear identical to its surroundings.
To operate an 8th Circle formation for extended periods required an immense number of magic stones.
Drawing mana through the formation had limits, and those limits were filled by expensive magic stones.
Kuo-oooooh!
Bebeto, whose mana detection rivaled his own, let out a short cry toward the front.
The cry carried clear wariness.
'Yeah!'
In that instant, he felt it too.
Something rushing toward him.
Paat!
'No way! That's it!!!'
As he passed about 1,000 meters above the ground, the mana barrier vanished, revealing the scene.
The ordinary forest vanished, replaced by colossal trees forming a forest, each around 100 meters tall.
And amid them, natural dwellings seamlessly blended in.
There was no artificial feel; they harmonized as if grown from the spot.
Piiing!
'Danger!'
Distracted by the elf village visible upon breaching the illusion formation, a slicing wind noise grated his ears.
"Air Shield!"
The elves' mana arrows, said to be guided by sylphs.
He hurriedly formed a defensive barrier with wind-attribute magic of the same nature.
Pabababang.
One arrow struck the memorized Air Shield.
At the collision point of mana and mana, a milky glow formed.
'Elf Sky Knight...'
Kuo-oooooh!
Bebeto unleashed a sharp roar of fury toward the attacker targeting him.
And then he saw it.
A white bird rapidly approaching from one side.
Not a wyvern.
It resembled an eagle, but with thick white feathers around its neck.
Though half Bebeto's size, it closed in at tremendous speed.
'Wait, that's!'
An elf atop the unidentified bird, nocking an arrow without even holding the reins.
Wearing thin silver leather armor, the elf donned a mask-like helmet that was hard to call a proper one.
Their distance: about 400 meters.
A momentary conflict arose.
Raising the Blessed Spear would mean crossing an irreversible river.
And behind the attacking elf, over a dozen giant eagles appeared.
"Stop! I've come to talk!"
He bellowed with mana-amplified force, making the mountains echo.
Pararak parararak.
The elf's bow, aimed at him, hesitated for that instant.
Piing!
But only briefly—the elf loosed a milky-mana-infused arrow at him.
'That stubborn fool!'
Elves famed as master archers.
Arrows infused with mana, no less.
Far smaller than a Blessed Spear, yet slicing through space.
"Bebeto, charge!"
Bebeto, newly minted brawler extraordinaire.
Kuo-oooo!
At his shout, it roared like a blade and lunged at the big-headed eagle.
"Wind Tornado!"
Too late to hurl the spear now.
He unleashed a 5th Circle spell pre-memorized before arriving.
Shiiiiing!
Gandalf Master's signature casting.
Most mages couldn't spam spells in such frantic combat.
They required intense focus and communion with ambient mana.
But he was different.
Chanting complete, ambient mana responded instantly, surging into a razor-sharp whirlwind.
Pagagang!
The incoming arrow collided with the spell, veering off course.
'No way! Look at that!'
But arrows weren't done.
The elf had already nocked three more, aiming at him.
Stably mounted on the eagle, using only upper body to wield the longbow.
'This is disadvantageous!'
Unlike spears, arrows had negligible delay.
And now, reinforcements: more eagles appearing in the distance.
Distance to the arrow-aiming elf: now 200 meters.
A few breaths, and they'd clash head-on.
'Damn!'
Raising the spear would end any chance of dialogue with the elves.
Pababat.
Then, without waiting, three arrows hurtled at tremendous speed.
"Wind Field!"
A desperate chant amid burning impatience.
Consecutive 5th Circle wind spell: Wind Field.
Whiriririring.
It enveloped the flying Bebeto, unleashing a sudden gale vortex.
'Perfect hit!'
No more holding back.
Teodeodeodedeong.
Incoming arrows deflected by the windstorm.
"Wind Press!"
Peong!
Chant complete, his will-infused spell launched like a cannonball at the eagle.
A brutal wind attack that crushed targets with pressure.
Pressure scaled with the caster's mana.
Bbanjjeok!
Peobeobeong!
'Ho! You know magic too?'
Shockingly, the arrogant elf deployed a shield, escaping peril in an instant.
"Wind Press! Wind Press! Wind Press!"
But the fool didn't know.
His specialty: hit a punk, then hit again, and again where it hurts.
Peong! Peong! Peong!
Consecutive air-compression blasts: powerful Wind Press spells.
Peobeobeong!
One clash.
Peobeobeok! Peobeobeok!
Kea-aaaaaak!
Dull impacts followed.
"Aaaaah!"
Cast hastily without lethal intent, power was moderate.
Yet the giant eagle, struck dead-on, shed feathers, spun several times, and plummeted headfirst.
'Huh?'
Distance now: about 30 meters.
Before his eyes, the elf screamed, diving groundward.
"Fly!"
Too late to maneuver Bebeto for rescue.
He instantly unbuckled, leaping out.
Shwaaaaaaaaak.
Distance to ground: merely 800 meters.
Accelerating to catch the falling elf, fierce wind battered his helmet.
'Damn...'
Good words would have spared this ordeal, but the stubborn elf forced a bungee jump.
'No!'
Gravity accelerating, plummeting toward ground in seconds.
Tak!
As the blurring ground loomed like a magnifying glass view, he seized the elf's hand.
Warak!
Pulling her close into his embrace.
'Fly, Superman!'
Shwaaaaaaaaak.
Fly spell active, but vertical descent guzzled mana massively.
'Ugh!'
Shifting from acceleration to level flight revealed enormous trees below.
What fertilizer did they suck up? Easily over 100 meters.
Shiiiiik!
Branches grazed perilously beneath his feet.
'No...'
And he saw them.
Five giant eagles, elves aboard aiming arrows at him.
Silver masks hid faces, but mana on arrows betrayed their rage.
Mulkeongmulkeong.
'...?'
Then, a sudden squishy sensation in his hand.
Near-hovering now, the odd cling of Air Plate.
And from arms embracing the elf, a spine-tingling thrill.
"Guk!"
Slowly turning to look, his eyes bulged; a death rattle escaped his lips.
'A f-female elf!'
Her scale-patterned mithril armor, mana supply cut, had bunched at shoulders and thighs; the face mask vanished.
Revealed: a perfect 8-head proportion beauty, 175 cm tall, top models humbled.
Sunlit blue-tinged silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, dancing in the wind.
Gulp.
He swallowed dryly unwittingly.
Mana backlash had clearly dazed her.
Her plump red lips, cool intellectual eyes, cute furrowed brow.
Temptation flickered: just Fly away now?
Kuo-oooooh!
'Oh no...'
His sudden leap panicked Bebeto.
Several shrieels clung, immobilizing it.
'Elf beauties are fairy-level, huh...'
He'd come to talk anyway.
Sudden attack sparked chaos, but wasn't his fault.
Embracing the elf exuding an otherworldly aura, he slowly descended to the village clearing.
Chajajak.
Over a hundred elves gathered swiftly.
Dozens of archers aimed mana-infused bows at him.
Teoreok.
His feet touched ground.
"..."
In that moment, elven eyes—curious yet icy—locked onto him.
He removed his helmet, flashing an awkward smile.
"H-hi."
"..."
Earth's universal English greeting slipped out unwittingly.
But responses were Earthlings spotting aliens.
No way they'd welcome him smirking with their comrade in his arms.
'Why isn't she waking?'
Her premium full mithril armor left no trauma.
Sudden magic assault and fall terror had clearly knocked her out.
Hostile elven eyes alternated between her and him.
'Truly the elite gather here.'
Women mostly over 170 cm, men 185-190 cm.
Home shopping Russian lingerie models? Mere amateurs to these stunners.
Seoseuseuk.
The encircling elves parted, five new elves emerging.
'Elders? But so young-looking?'
Bowing elves confirmed elder status.
'Whoa, insane mana!'
Elves lived centuries.
Natural for them to outpace humans in magic over such spans.
From the handsome middle-aged-looking elder elves emanated mana beyond his capacity.
Kuo! Kuo! Kuo-ooo!
Bebeto, surrounded by shrieels and Elf Sky Knights, growled irritably, forcibly landed beside him.
Kuwoong!
Bebeto's landing—twice a giant eagle's bulk—shook the earth.
'Captured?'
No attack intent, so no aggression; too easily taken prisoner.
'No, I've captured one.'
The silver-haired elf still unconscious in his arms.
To elves, he held the prisoner.
"May verdant peace be with you... Human, this is forbidden to your kind. Release the elf and depart."
True to elven creed—abhor violence, cherish nature—the elder politely urged retreat.
Blue hair flecked white: a middle-aged male elf.
Soft features like a friendly neighbor.
"May verdant peace be with you... I deeply apologize for intruding and disturbing your peace."
When met with courtesy, return it.
He bowed respectfully to the elves.
Centuries-old mountain god-tier elders: spine stiff would be rude beyond forgiveness.
'Sigh, dwarves I'd invite for drinks.'
Funereal solemnity weighed.
Elves now filled the surroundings.
"Eum... Eum."
'Gasp!'
Unexpected event.
The still-fainted elf girl in his arms let out a sleepy murmur, wrapping long arms around his neck.
'Jackpot!'
Inopportune timing and place, yet her soft arms around his bare neck sent electricity coursing.
But helpless: left arm held her, right gripped helmet—defenseless against her "assault"(?).
'Huh!'
Treating him as pillow, she squeezed; unwittingly, his face drifted powerless—oh so powerless—to hers.
"Haa..."
Her sweet breath at kiss-brink distance.
'J-just kill me!!'
Torture beyond torture.
Bbanjjeok!
Screw it—lips advancing, her closed eyes snapped open.
".....!!"
Eyes like blue coral reefs on snowfields: glassy elven orbs.
Locked straight into his.
Awkwardness incarnate.
R-rated scene before hundreds.
Parururu.
Her body trembled violently.
"Narumias, what happened?"
"E-Elder!"
Hwidadak.
A startled little bird flapping from his arms skyward.
She bolted from his embrace; warmth fled, dream shattered.
"Haha, seems a misunderstanding. I didn't know how to enter, breached the illusion—panicked elf fired arrows. I countered with magic to block, leading to this."
Concise explanation on her behalf.
Elders and elves turned to Narumias at his words.
"Yes. O branch of souls, Elder."
"Return and await."
"As you command."
'Whoa, why send her off suddenly?'
No more talk, but till moments ago, hot breath-sharing intimacy.
Regret surged like tide.
Jjitjitjit,
'Why the death glares from those guys?'
Watching Narumias's alluring retreating figure amid elves, stinging glares from males.
Jealousy, familiar from Kirpona Sky Corps.
"Imprison in the cavern of chastisement."
'Eh? Imprisonment!'
"As you command."
"Wait! I'm Neruman's new lord, Junior Baron Kaiyer de Adalon. This'll trouble us both. Let's talk it out! Dialogue!"
Sudden imprisonment order.
He yelled at the departing elder.
Chajang.
Sasasalak.
Merciless elders vanished; elf warriors soon aimed bows and swords.
'Damn...'
Tempted to draw sword briefly, but relented.
Elders stronger than him, Elf Sky Knights overhead.
Bebeto could get hurt.
'Alright, since it's come to this, rest up in elf village.'
No killing intent from elves.
Jealousy and anger toward him, but that's it.
Odd too.
First told to leave, now sudden imprisonment.
Surely a reason.
'Wow! Wellness house.'
Elven homes caught eye now.
Not clay huts, but vast trees with spacious root or mid-trunk areas.
Adorned with dead wood or rocks: elven homes.
Cool grass and vines sparkled in sunlight, welcoming him.
To elf village, indeed.
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'The stars are so pretty.'
Late afternoon arrival at elf village.
Stone window open to sky: starlight poured in.
'This a prison? Tsk tsk.'
Dry branches crudely barred entrance; large stone window escapable with will.
Two elf warriors outside, but one spell suffices.
'No food either—manners lacking.'
Locked willingly to spy elven life, yet no meal from elves.
Elf village 100 meters off: peaceful night.
Jeobeokjeobeok.
'Food? Nah, not.'
Arrivers: several elf warriors with rapier-form mithril swords at waists.
"The elder wishes audience. Follow quietly."
Innate human hostility? Icy tone to cow him.
"Lead on."
Deolkeong.
Barn-wood gate opened.
"Follow."
'Touchy.'
No stretch time granted; led out.
'Huh? Not village way?'
Escorts led not to village, but dense forest path.
Narrow trail, but gloomy at first glance.
'Surely not...?'
Only wyvern and Air Plate on him—useless to elves if stripped.
Dismissed suspicion.
If killing intent, wouldn't have spared initially.
"How many elves live here?"
"..."
Jeobeokjeobeok.
Casual query ignored; elves marched mute.
Dumb as mud.
'So uptight.'
Fiery dwarves a hundred times better.
'No wonder outcasts.'
Histories told of humans mingling with subraces once.
But after massive war—reason unknown—near millennium no contact.
'Where now?'
Beyond dense woods: a sight.
'Insanely huge.'
Bigger than 100m giants: one tree, diameter 20m, height 150m, standing sentinel.
Below it, several wooden houses.
"Enter the building ahead. Elder awaits there."
Voice quavering near houses.
'Mana barrier? Where is this?'
Astonishing: massive tree ringed by mana shield.
'Purification magic aura.'
Tasted mana en route to pointed spot.
Wiiing.
Dense, transparent mana veil unlike illusion.
Slipped quietly inside.
"Kuhok! Kuhok!"
"Ugh..."
'Eh? What's that?'
Coughs and groans unheard outside barrier.
'Patients? Hospital?'
Glanced back.
Escort warriors gone.
Approached central building as directed.
'Feels off...'
Just here for mithril—why's everything twisting?
Hesitated at door.
"Enter if here."
Day's elder voice.
'Huh? Voice off?'
Unlike commanding imprisonment—powerless now.
Kkiiik.
Gently opened, entered.
'Hmm...'
Spartan room.
Elven nature love: no live wood used.
One bed, two chairs, two large wooden windows: all.
Elder seated before bed, young elf lying below.
"Sleep now... Rise when morning sun tickles you softly."
Gentle hand stroking child's hair.
'Red spots?'
Mana-infused touch lulled child to sleep.
Red rash bumpy across face and exposed body.
"Sit."
"Yes..."
"No tea to offer—sorry."
"No need. Fine."
Not time to beg food.
Heavy illness aura dyed heart somber.
"Truly long era..."
Hand from child, gazing out window, elder mused abruptly.
"Over millennium since direct human contact. We elves, content with little, born of nature, return to it quietly. Some dream-big elves ventured out, but like pure water drinkers rejecting pollution, we parted from human world."
"..."
Confessional tale.
"Even mid-realm's absolute powers, dragons, vanished. As child, elder said they opened another dimension, left. Loving humans' gods couldn't let dragons balance mid-realm; they departed willingly.
Elder voiced continent history unknown to him.
"Mid-realm left with demon remnants: beasts, monsters, humans, near-humans. Initially peaceful. Humans few, pre-magic/sword mastery—relied on elves, dwarves, beastkin. But humans ever crave more than held—shattered all peace."
Nodded, unknowing why shared.
Humans live by desire beyond holdings.
Familiar sight.
"Beasts/monsters retreated bit by bit; lands cleared, continent expanded. Humans prospered. Innate learning, diligence, unmatched breeding: human boom base."
'B-breeding... Ungh.'
Lost for words.
He too bowed to human breeding prowess.
"Then war. Oral history: brutal. Humans built kingdoms, suddenly enslaved near-humans. War inevitable. Shared peace shattered by enslavement—near-humans enraged."
Face burned despite innocence.
Predictable scumminess.
21st-century Earth: endless ugly human greed/selfishness.
Share to multiply joy—yet steal, hoard rotting unconsumed: humans alone.
Recent news: Africa millions starve, yet dump grain mid-ocean for price crash—idiotic race.
No different here.
"But ancestors knew humans' terror. One year's battles: warrior beastkin near-extinct; elves/dwarves fled to mountains. 8th Circle archmages burned by thousands nonstop Fireballs; top spirits forcibly summoned by mana spears; beastkin steel claws severed by Masters' blades. Unseen, but grand, no?"
"Y-yes."
Desire-packed humans: predictable savagery.
"Surviving near-humans reached today. Occasional trades aside, peaceful. Past foes monsters block humans in these mountains."
Even humans balk invading barren mountains.
No—with plains playground, elves ignored.
"Sigh... Wasted words on human you."
"No. Grateful for wisdom."
"How'd you find here? Not illusion-detecting caliber..."
"Proper intro: Neruman's new lord, Junior Baron Kaiyer de Adalon. Seek urgent elf aid—thus disturb peace shamelessly."
"Ah, forgot name. I am Parkiano, Grand Elder of Blue Tree Tribe."
'Grand Elder—how ancient?'
Dwarf chief neared 200.
Elves longer-lived.
Parkiano looked early 40s—age intrigued.
"Human years: about 400, I think."
"Guk!"
Ginseng kimchi, immortality herb booze: none reach that.
Yet Parkiano casually dropped 400 like pocket change.
His great-great-grandpa's great-great-grandpa's peer.
"What's wrong? I can live easy century more—seem old?"
"N-no."
Less elder, more neighbor uncle: cozy as first impression.
"For mithril?"
400 years no joke—nailed purpose instantly.
"Yes."
No point hiding.
"Dwarves told. Those greedy stone-lovers spill location to you... Seem trustworthy human."
Inferred from one to two: elder insight.
Last bit irked, but nodded.
"Mithril essential for domain growth. Beg mining till other veins found."
"Hmm... Mining..."
Eyes closed, pondered honest plea.
Tough call.
"Not humans—dwarves mine. Location secret to death."
Trustworthy? He'd keep that vow.
Truth: disliked too.
Peaceful nature-blended elves unwanted in human world.
Plenty sinners among humans regardless.
"Your word rings true. Unlike that human century back."
'Century back?'
Always same figure popped.
"Grand one. Sole human to 8th Circle in history."
".....!!"
8th Circle human: body hairs stood.
"Flew in demanding our mithril Air Plate. Haah, dueled him—scarred this forehead."
Bared handsome brow.
Lightning scar hidden in hair exposed raw.
'Damn it!'
No mess untouched by that man.
Dwarf buddy somehow; elves? Fistfight.
"W-what happened?"
"Haha, stolen. Grabbed attacking elf rider, stripped plate there, Warped away. Most absurd of my 400 years."
'Ungh...'
Master eccentricity.
Good words: 8th Circle respect yields it.
Took by force.
Useless life lesson.
"You're first since."
'Sorry. That scumbag mage's disciple is me. Can't voice—apologize from heart.'
"Haha, tough master. Sounds like infamous black-eyed reaper Idal the mage."
Earth-bound master anyway.
Smeared name lightly.
"Tough... Sparked magic craze here once."
Undoubtedly revenge-learning elves.
Likely prime elves harbor grudge.
'Caution, extra caution.'
Not just hypervigilant—master-vigilant fate.
Hate-love bond.
"Granted."
'Yes!'
Easier than thought.
"But condition."
"Yes? Condition..."
"But."
"Treat our sick elves."
"Yes? Tr-treat elves?"
"Yes. Guessed it: healing place. Sacred earth tree mana self-heals most ills. But year ago, plague struck. No deaths yet, but dozens waste away bedridden. Over twenty now. You cure it."
'Alaraio!'
Sudden quest.
Refuse: tiny goodwill gone, no return.
Agree readily? Problematic.
Not healer like Heo Jun.
"Know tough request. But human world surely has cure?"
Elves advanced in magic/mystics beyond humans.
Yet begged him.
'Ah! Right!'
Lightning insight.
"I'll try—no, definitely cure!"
"Really? You can?!"
Doubting demander.
"Wait one day. Find cure, return."
"Oo! Thanks. Cure us—Blue Tree Tribe remembers eternally!"
"Haha, no grace. Duty."
Duty yes.
Issue: never free.
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'Hahaha.'
Fresh air rushed from elf hospital.
'Scored!'
Uncertain yet—with her, solved.
Jeobeokjeobeok.
Near-non-artificial elf village.
Silent dark, yet great trees aglow.
'Huh, those lights?'
Not fireflies: hundreds, thousands brighter than moonlight, dreamlike glow.
Natural staging.
Moonlight sprinkled silver dust earthward; below, twinkling masses danced night festival.
"Beautiful..."
Job well-done lightened heart for scenic joy.
Jeobeokjeobeok.
No guards.
All asleep elf village.
Grand Elder order? No watchers.
'That punk! Snoozing!'
Golden-striped black wyvern wings-folded central clearing, fearless sans master.
Obvious peril ignored—sleeping Bebeto irked.
'Gut him proper!'
Fist clenched, sneaked to Bebeto.
"Lala~♬ ♪ ♪~~?~"
'Eh?'
Wind-borne melody as nearing bulk.
Sarararalak.
'Sylphs?'
Astonishing: sylphs and glowing bugs danced atop Bebeto's head.
'Who?'
Taming prickly Bebeto: who?
Voice: woman clear.
Sabaksabak.
Circled cautiously toward melody.
"Lari~a ♬ ♬...."
Unknown song.
Celestial soft, sweet tones.
Bebeto deep-slept, enchanted.
'Who, sleepless night lady...'
Anticipation bloomed.
Bold elf singing by savage wyvern.
Surely awaited him.
'Ooh! Mood killer!'
Women thrive on three: lighting, ambiance, angle!
Who said?
Long cascade hair stroked, perched on Bebeto's huge foot, singing.
Moonlight and firefly bugs lit her lavish slim figure, piercing heart sweetly.
Perfect three-boost elf lady.
Heart raced like three-day starved colt spotting carrots.
"Um..."
'Huh? Silver?'
Word to elf girl—flash scene.
'S-surely not...!'
"..."
Song cut at his word.
Slowly turned to him.
"Gasp!"
'Narumias!!'
Moonlit night waiter: his attacker, Narumias.
'Why?'
Her face sparked endless whys.
Brief unavoidable embrace—not fond memory.
He thanked; for her, humiliation.
Yet Narumias awaited.
Deep night, elves asleep.
"You're here..."
"Yes? Y-yeah..."
Confirmed waiting.
"Haven't eaten yet?"
"Yes? Y-yeah..."
Pitiful responses.
Panic mode full.
Zero reasons for Narumias waiting thus.
"Lukasia fruit. Like human bread taste."
"Thanks."
Long fingers proffered leaf-wrapped fruit.
Starving.
But mystery trumped hunger.
'Banana?'
Lukasia fruit.
10cm oblong: ripe banana scent.
'Hm?'
No poison—bit in.
Astonishing: bread texture exact.
'Natural banana bread!'
No preservatives/pesticide flour: nature's bread.
Shoveled bellyward.
Hungry, but her care(?) demanded tasty devouring.
"Eat slow. More here."
Fierce attacker gone; doting wife tending.
'Wait, linked to that?'
Pre-hospital exit: Grand Elder meaningful gaze.
Outside issue to resolve.
Uwikuwik.
No answers.
Ate several banana breads.
"Thanks, delicious."
"Thanks for enjoying."
'Eh?'
Light bow post-thanks; she bowed too.
Genuine gratitude.
"If I may... words for me?"
"Yes? No... I..."
Face flushed at query.
Surely words.
'No way responsibility for that trifling?'
Only link: daytime skirmish, his embrace.
Life debt for that? Absurd.
Truth: human world, kindergarten pairs set.
Kuo-o.
'Such disloyal bonehead.'
Master fate unknown, yet calmly snoozed Bebeto.
Voice heard: sleepy eyes open, stared blankly.
"Home time, Bebeto."
Gentler tone than felt.
No gruffness before pretty elf.
Kuo kuo...
'Huh, smitten?'
Go-word: instant rise, affectionate croon, long beak nuzzling Narumias.
'Enviable jerk.'
Jealousy before rage.
He hugged hot once—but armored then; intimate rub natural envy.
"Thanks for seeing off. Next time, tea?"
"Yes? Y-yeah..."
Not too busy: probe like date screening, but waiting lambs timed out.
"Then may verdant peace be with you."
"...May verdancy be with you..."
Elven sappy farewell: elegant nod reply.
Regret wafted toward him.
Shiiik.
Lightly mounted Bebeto.
"Go!"
Kuo-oooooo!
Noisy roar night elves slept.
Parak parak parararak.
Wings powerfully flapped; liftoff from village.
'Words?'
Wind-whipped, her silver hair flowed; statue-staring Narumias.
Suseuk.
Couldn't leave blank: waved.
Seuwikseuwik.
She waved back.
Shiiiiik.
Steel Bebeto wingbeats: skyward instant.
Left behind: elf lady's eyes.
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"Ah...."
Narumias, watching "Kaiyer" depart, exhaled held-deep sigh.
She felt it.
Elf village dark, but most elves heard her human talk.
'If god's will...'
Long-lived elders: humans heartless.
Short-lived: ruthless survival blinds life's essence.
And he left.
Black-haired human ignorant of elven breath meaning: shadow soaring sky-free.
"Huu...."
Sighed again.
Elven oath-bound: no other mates henceforth.
Nay, fated to devote all to him alone.