Countess Cianella’s Male Slave - Chapter 145



145. Understanding Levels (5)

The time period before the sun reaches midnight. The cold dawn, when all the dew on the green leaves disappear.

Through the small open window, the chirping of birds and a cool breeze rustle the translucent silk curtains. The air that had not yet been warmed up had the power to stabilize our mind and body and calm our thoughts.

And a room full of the wind that lightly travels through the world. A full-length mirror placed in the corner of me and Shione.

“Young Ae, I heard you well from the head of household.”

Was it made up of deceit and smoke? Or is it really from the heart?

She was about to burst into laughter very brightly.

A seemingly beautiful smile. A normal man like Bronte would probably fall for it as soon as he saw it and offer his heart.

A woman with an off-white color like a rose has pointed ears.

Me and Sione couldn’t smile as brightly as she did.

“I heard that you would come to Daesoorim in person according to the request. We elves will never forget the justice of the lady and knight.”

In the end, it was because Shione and I had decided to go to Great Forest.

Even if it’s quiet now, it’s no different from being drafted into a place that will soon become a battlefield. How the hell can you laugh like that?

If I had been able to, I would have grabbed one of those ears and twisted them off. It’s a pity that I can’t do that.

“hahahaha… thank you When I first heard about the situation in Daesoorim from my mother, I was very surprised.”

Yes, it was definitely unconventional. Thanks to that, the conversation with Ainel in the middle of the night was longer than expected.

The second daughter of a count family in a forest that will be turned into a sea of fire by an oracle. No, the thought of a mother deeply troubled about whether it was right to send her own daughter.

An oracle that only Shione and me from the continent can twist the fate of the elves.

Even though Friel had sworn by the World Tree, she was suspicious of the quack or her words.

That reasonable thought was the topic that took up the most time.

Other than that, the conclusion that I came to by adjusting various thoughts and emotions that arise differently from each other one by one with Ainel was that in the end, Sione and I would go to Daesoorim.

‘… Thanks to that, the story didn’t end, so I almost stayed up all night.’

They were released in the end, but they were released at a very late time.

Although the body had enough mana to endure. For such a long time, I was sitting in a place where people and people’s thoughts collided and fused. Mentally I was pretty exhausted.

‘Well, that’s it.’

I put my thoughts aside for a moment and looked at Shione.

Shione’s cold gaze transparently captures Friel Arielt’s smile.

With a clear voice, she is like a machine that just performs inputted actions. She continued, putting on the obligatory blank smile and acting out her kindness.

“The high elf received such an oracle… If we are needed according to the will of the World Tree.”

I couldn’t find a single girlish part in her voice that flowed smoothly.

The girl had grown up before she knew it, and was releasing the tones of a clear and powerful woman.

“As a comrade in the war in the past, it is only natural that we be willing to help.”

Along with the impression that Shione seems to be particularly good at talking today.

Their formal talk came and went between the two.

Me… Over there, an elf called Friel’s servant.

‘The name must be… It was Elisa.’

Elisha was just waiting behind them, listening to their stories.

I passed the time looking at the scenery outside the window next to Elisa.

Fortunately, Elisa has her eyes closed, she just pricks up her ears and listens to her story. Didn’t have to

After such a short time passed.

“Oh, yes. By the way, young lady, have you thought about it enough?”

Along with Friel’s coy voice, Elisa’s eyes opened softly.

“If you think… ….”

“If you don’t mind, to the lady’s attendant… That I’m giving advice on elemental arts. It’s sure to be a not-so-bad time—”

The gazes of the two elves came out sequentially and returned to and from Shione.

“How are you? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the great grove… I can also teach the young lady archery.”

Both of Friel’s hands were respectfully placed on my lap.

Her right hand gently rests on her own chest.

“I’ve only lived about 60 years, but… First of all, I am also an elf. Born to the Arielt family, he communicated with the spirits and delved deeper into archery than swords.”

“… ….”

“It can be a pretty good stimulus to the young lady and her attendant.”

At that question, Shione turned her head slightly to the side and glanced at me for a moment.

Perhaps you’re looking at me to mean that you’re following my will.

Friel’s strong will to keep our archery and spirit magic in his eyes. Because I could confirm that fragment in her tone of voice and in her eyes.

I finally nodded.

‘I don’t know, but it might be a good opportunity for Sione.’

Well, it might be difficult to expect such in-depth advice from an elf who only ate 60.

She said she would give her archery advice to Sione, who has just picked up a bow for about a year. Rather than learning all the time from me, it would be a good attempt to face many people’s different ways.

And if that opponent is an elf proficient with a bow… At least it would be a better experience than seeing another halfway human archer. I wonder if it will be a good stimulus for Sione.

I nodded lightly.

“… If you do, let me do it. However, as I said before, Friel-sama did everything as a guest. These are all advice given to us as escorts. Right?”

“Of course. Don’t worry, young lady. As I said… I have no intention of arguing with the young lady.”

With Friel’s refreshing smile, Shione readily agreed to her words.

Shione stared at Friel’s face for a moment, then tilted her head slightly.

“But… Has Mr. Friel really lived for over 60 years…… ?”

“What are you going to do by lying about something like this? That’s right, I’m sixty-three this year.”

“Sixty-three… It’s amazing.”

“Because the time between humans and elves is different. It’s okay if you don’t feel too burdened because you’re old. As a human, I’m the same age as the young lady.”

Shione seemed a bit confused after hearing Friel’s age.

Well, elves are a race that doesn’t age easily even when they get old. They are also those who gain great confidence and arrogance in their beauty that does not fade easily even with age.

Also, there is a reason that most of those who know their true nature call them the worst gnomes who are only young on the outside.

“Can you really do that?”

Friel replied to Sione’s words with a simple nod of her head.

“… I wonder who I became because I suddenly brought up the story about my age. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Among us elves, only men past marriage are the only ones who care too much about age. Right, Elisa?”

At her words, all eyes turned to Elisa.

As if there was no emotion whatsoever. Elisa was consistent with the situation with a cold expression.

Her cheeks are getting more and more red with feelings of embarrassment.

Seeing Elisa like that, Friel put on a humorous expression as if she felt sorry for her.

“Ah, that’s right. Sorry. Elisha. Elisa is still—”

“… Mr. Friel. I vowed to dedicate my life to the Arielt family—”

Elisa’s trembling gaze and her joy-filled gaze of Friel cross each other.

“Did you not find a marriage partner?”

“… It is. Rather than looking for someone to fight for my soul, my happiness is to do everything I am entrusted with by Friel-sama’s side—”

“When everything in the Great Forest is sorted out, I will arrange a place for you to see Zen.”

“… No see.”

“How is it?”

“That… I… ….”

Elisa finally bowed her head and gave in.

“… Please.”

Me and Sione just stared blankly at them.

I never imagined that Friel would make fun of my servant like this all of a sudden.

“Ummm… ….”

Shione drooled because she felt like she was involved in a very private story between the two of them.

In a very awkward situation, Shione and I stared blankly at Friel, and she smiled mischievously.

“Lady, relax. Just like before, we elves know how to enjoy pranks and jokes. We’ll be seeing each other for quite some time… I hope that the young lady will treat us comfortably.”

Then, those playful eyes turned to me.

At the same time, the corner of the mouth rises higher.

“The same goes for the spirit sage over there.”

After saying that, Friel raised her body.

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“If you do it now… As there is a saying to take out the horns while they are sweet, let’s move on.”

“If it’s a seat… ….”

“Once… range. A shooting range would be nice. An archer is an archer. It’s because the bow tells the story.”

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Two unexpected guests came to the peaceful gymnasium.

With the appearance of these girls, the soldiers who continued their training in line with the command. Even the knights who were refining each other’s auras and wished to improve their skills. All eyes were lost.

In the end, even Siabelle and Diolia, who had sparring, did the same, so I said everything.

However, it seems that they are already used to that kind of gaze. I walked confidently and entered the shooting range.

Everyone at the shooting range turned their attention to us.

Of course.

Standing at the shooting range now are Sione, a genius archer who broke the wall after holding a bow for a year. I am the only man on the continent who can handle magic.

And—

“This is the Count’s shooting range.”

Two elves, a race synonymous with the bow, are standing proudly.

“If so, shall we start by loosening up?”

They forgot to pull the string and were full of thoughts of watching the elf’s archery.