Chapter 75
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: The Hero Who Wants to Make a Baby
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The World Tree had fallen asleep once more.
I'm not sure if that's the right way to put it, though...
The High Elves bowed their heads before the World Tree Yggdrasil.
They offered solemn prayers, vowing to meet again someday.
"Princess."
"...Thank you."
The High Elf princess, Islann, straightened her knees and rose to her feet.
One of the elf knights attending her hurried over and handed her a short cape.
Islann draped it over her shoulders and gazed at the World Tree.
She stared blankly at the tree, which had lost its radiant glow now that its connection to Yggdrasil was severed.
'What blessing did you bestow upon us, O World Tree?'
Islann recalled the events from about a month ago.
The World Tree Yggdrasil had spoken directly to her.
─ I wish to make contact with the hero Ashy Greyfield.
─ So, if you could just delay her wedding a little...
At the time, Ashy had been eager to hold the ceremony immediately.
She wanted to tie the knot with the human man she'd brought along as soon as possible.
Even though she was the one begging a favor, she'd glared at the elves fiercely.
It had been so intimidating.
'Just thinking back on it... makes me want to wet myself.'
Islann had no choice.
She had to honor Yggdrasil's request somehow.
She went against the will of the Elder Council.
But once she explained it was the World Tree's command, the old folks quietly complied.
Still, she couldn't just relay the message straightforwardly.
Humans wouldn't appreciate the opportunity handed to them.
She needed to make them realize it wasn't something that came around often.
So, she passed the word through another elf.
The Elder Council is fiercely opposed.
But this is the time I barely managed to secure.
It's the day the World Tree Yggdrasil awakens, so it'll be a truly meaningful wedding for a human.
Ashy took the bait.
Even a hero was human, after all.
All sorts of chaos ensued over the next fortnight.
The elves' complaints about the violent hero were endless.
Especially that business of parading the human man around naked...
'It wore me out just calming everyone down.'
Time passed.
The hero Ashy held her wedding.
And received a message from Yggdrasil itself.
The world is about to change rapidly.
High Elves perceive time differently from humans.
But even for High Elf Islann, this past month had been incredibly intense.
'I didn't even get to see her for a fortnight.'
It was about time to leave.
Islann needed to venture out to gain continental experience as a High Elf.
Ashy needed to slay demons and fulfill her duty as a hero.
Both had to leave Alvheim and step into the wider world.
'Should I at least say goodbye?'
With that thought, Islann walked away from the altar.
On her way, she ran into the elders from the council.
They issued her one command.
"What? Me?"
"Who else but you, the High Elf leaving Alvheim to gain experience? It's obviously your duty."
"No, but..."
"No more arguments. Follow the hero and witness continental peace with your own eyes. There must be a reason the World Tree blessed her wedding personally."
It was an absurd situation for Islann.
Travel with that mad hero?
She absolutely wanted no part of it.
But Islann had no choice.
The council's words were entirely reasonable.
Even she would have agreed if it weren't about her.
"Yes... Understood..."
With no other option, she set off.
She headed to the annex where Ashy and Kang Ajin were staying, to ask when they planned to depart.
It was a separate villa provided by Alvheim.
Given the couple's peculiar tastes, they'd assigned one with a spacious garden to make naked strolls easier.
Islann passed through the garden and entered the building.
She wrinkled her nose.
'Why is the air so stale in here?'
She pinched her nose without thinking.
The unfamiliar stench made her gag.
She couldn't very well vomit in the hero's quarters.
Islann summoned a wind spirit to clear the air.
She took a deep, refreshing breath.
She advanced step by step.
Where on earth were Ashy and Kang Ajin?
Islann followed her instincts.
Her legs carried her toward the thickening scent.
It felt like they were there.
And her hunch was spot on.
"Lady Islann?"
Elves bustled about busily.
They were cleaning up traces left in the hallway.
Signs of human habitation.
Meal remnants, scattered clothes, supplies to restock—various necessities.
They greeted her upon recognizing her, faces flushed red, near the room where the humans were staying.
Islann examined the elves closely.
Then she sidled up and asked,
"Is the hero in this room?"
"Yes, that's right. The hero and her companion are staying here. But why are you here, Lady Islann...?"
"Haha..."
A massive, grandiose door.
Adorned in worldly style, utterly unlike the nature-loving elves.
It was made for potential visitors to the annex.
The elves couldn't fathom her visit.
Islann gave them a brief explanation.
The Elder Council had ordered her to accompany the hero on her journey.
She'd come to ask if that was possible.
"I see."
"Hmm, the situation right now is a bit..."
"I'm not sure if you should go in. We've gotten somewhat used to it, but it might be too much for you, Lady Islann."
The elves exchanged glances.
From their awkward smiles, Islann sensed something ominous.
They were hiding something.
"What were you all doing here?"
Islann checked their states.
They held buckets and mops for cleaning.
And piles of laundry from the room...
'That smell.'
It had wafted over since entering the annex.
Seemed to creep up from the basket full of towels.
The foul stench made Islann's ears twitch sharply.
What could it be?
Islann peeked into the basket.
It brimmed with sopping wet towels.
"What on earth are they doing in there?"
"...Well... Hmm, ahem...!"
Faces flushed regardless of age or gender.
The elves hesitated, unable to respond.
"Cleaning, cleaning..."
One hurriedly mopped the floor.
Wiping the innocent ground to avoid speaking.
"Hm, then there's a way to find out."
Islann didn't wait for an answer.
She approached the door and pressed her ear to it.
She didn't know why.
Instinctively, she crouched and listened.
Squelch-. Squelch-!
─ Hnngh, haa...! Haaang...!
Strange sounds leaked from inside.
It was Ashy's voice.
The hero Ashy was groaning in agony.
A flash of realization hit Islann.
"Is the hero in pain?"
"...In a manner of speaking, you could say that."
"Then those towels make sense. For wiping sweat, right?"
"......"
Islann pieced it together in her mind.
But it didn't seem correct.
The elves wore bizarre smiles and subtly avoided her gaze.
'What is it, exactly?'
Islann listened closely.
Her pointed ears fluttered like a rabbit's.
Squelch, squelch!
─ Th-there, finally...!
Slap-. Slap-!
─ Eek, hnngh! Haaang!
"...?"
Islann had wandered the continent ten years ago.
Experiencing other races' cultures and honing her skills.
She'd seen a human with a cold back then.
Humans, with their weak immunity, often groaned through minor ailments.
But this was different.
Ashy's groans carried some alien emotion.
Islann couldn't comprehend it.
"Lady Islann?"
An elderly elf tapped her shoulder.
Islann, lost in the sounds, jumped and turned.
"What's wrong?"
"It might be better to come back later."
"Why?"
Islann snapped curtly for no reason.
It irked her that they were keeping it from her alone.
What could Ashy and the human man be doing that they wouldn't tell her?
"When mealtime comes, they'll have some leisure. Better to ask then. Right now seems impossible..."
"Is the hero doing something important? Something I shouldn't interrupt?"
"...Important in its own way. She's been at it nonstop for a fortnight."
The all-knowing elves whispered among themselves.
"Impressive, right? Doesn't she ever tire...? Doesn't seem trained, but her stamina beats most knights."
"The human man's thing is bigger than elf men's. I get why humans are called barbaric now...?"
"I peeked when they skipped meals. Their backsides from behind... The scary hero was a total mess. Like a beast."
It was all gibberish to Islann.
The murmurs grated on her.
Her pride flared.
She didn't want to back down.
Whatever they were whispering about, she needed to know too.
"...No. I need to see the hero now."
"You'll regret it."
The old elf warned her firmly, staring straight at her.
But he didn't drag her away.
He knew how intense a High Elf's curiosity could be.
Not someone who'd listen to dissuasion.
Impossible to convince until she faced it herself.
Right now, Islann wouldn't hear a word from anyone.
'Right when her interest is piqued.'
Islann's instincts must sense it too.
What was happening beyond that door.
Islann's ear tips flushed red.
The old elf chuckled inwardly, staring at her golden ponytail.
All elves felt that exploratory urge when experiencing the world outside Alvheim.
It was inevitable.
Islann was no different.
She was about to indulge her desires with a brief rudeness.
A crucial step for venturing into deviance.
She grasped the handle and knocked twice.
The sound echoed inside.
But the fleshy slapping didn't stop.
Islann eased the door open.
The heavy door swung wide, and a wave of hot air rushed out.
"Eek...?!"
That foul smell from before.
Thick and unpleasant, lingering heavily.
"Hnnngh...! Ajin, Ajin... My pussy hurts...!"
"Ashy, another elf came in this time."
"Heeek, hiit, haaaaaah...!"
The man was pinning down the hero.
Her buttocks were swollen bright red.
"Huuu... It's really not coming out anymore..."
The man grimaced, body shuddering.
He rubbed his crotch against the hero's lower half and glanced at Islann.
Then he acknowledged her.
"Princess Islann?"
"Y-Yes... I, uh, h-hic. I have s-something to say. Hic!"
Caught in the raw act, Islann couldn't stop hiccuping.
Squelch-.
The man slowly withdrew his hips.
A long, thick cock emerged, coated thickly in white foam.
Islann recoiled in horror at the monstrous shape.
She slapped her hands over her eyes and turned away.
In that instant, she glimpsed the puffy vulva too.
That hole, which she had as well—milky semen leaked steadily from the similar structure.
"Ashy? Hmm, passed out again?"
The hero's hips went limp.
She collapsed as if fainting.
The man muttered nonchalantly and donned a robe.
Islann stammered out her purpose.
"I, I had s-something to ask the hero... Hic. Where is she...?"
"If it's super important... you'll have to wait till she wakes. Tell me, and I'll pass it on."
"Th-that's..."
Islann forced out the words.
The Elder Council had assigned her a task: permission to accompany them.
The man, Kang Ajin, pondered briefly.
Then replied.
"That's not for me to decide. I'll ask when Ashy wakes."
"Th-thank you. Hic."
Having said her piece, Islann fled the room.
The elves waited outside.
"Lady Islann, did you satisfy your curiosity?"
"...I didn't go in out of curiosity. I had a message for the hero."
"Yes, of course."
"No, really."
The elves chuckled at the High Elf princess's adorable outburst.