The Possessor Mistook the Genre for 20 Years - Chapter 106



105 – The Great Chief of the Elves

“Wait a minute. Is it okay for the saint of the Goddess Church to attend a banquet driven by such personal feelings?!”

Arian glared at Justia, her eyes wide open. She didn’t say it out loud, but it seemed she didn’t like the idea of Justia attending the banquet.

But Justia wasn’t one to sit quietly and listen to that.

“Personal feelings? From the perspective of the Goddess Church, it’s a big deal for the Holy Father to attend the banquet!”

“Goddess Church, my foot. You’re probably just trying to seduce the Tower Lord!”

“Se-seduce? How can you say such vulgar things?!”

Justia also glared at Arian, her eyes wide open. At first, she seemed relaxed, but it seemed she couldn’t hold back any longer.

Franz was just sipping his tea between the two, who looked like they might start pulling each other’s hair any moment.

He wanted to stop them, but it was hard to figure out where to intervene. If he mistimed it, it might seem like he was taking sides.

“Have you said everything you wanted to say?!”

“Have you, Saint?!”

In the end, their emotions flared up, and they both stood up abruptly. It was a truly explosive situation.

But the fight didn’t continue.

Clack-.

Because Franz put his teacup down with a loud noise.

The gazes of the two who had been glaring at each other simultaneously turned to Franz.

“Why don’t you sit down first.”

Franz said this and let out a long sigh.

He could understand arguing to a certain extent, but anything beyond that was absolutely unacceptable. Throwing punches was already beyond the realm of logic.

Even in the Magic Tower, debates were allowed, but physical force was prohibited for the same reason. The moment physical force was involved, even the right words could be dismissed.

Fortunately, it seemed they understood Franz’s feelings, as the two sat down. Their expressions were still full of mischief, though.

A moment of silence flowed in the Magic Tower’s main room, and then Eustia was the first to speak.

“Who knows about the banquet tomorrow?”

“Everyone in the hero party except Hera.”

“So Yuna already knows. But why leave Hera out?”

“Hey, saying it like that makes it sound like I deliberately didn’t tell her.”

It’s a matter of how you say it. It’s not that he was trying to hide it, he just couldn’t find a reason to tell her.

Inviting someone who had been living with elves in the Great Forest to a banquet in the capital was a bit strange, wasn’t it?

‘Would she feel hurt…’

Maybe it was because of what Eustia said, but he started to worry. She might think they were excluding her, contrary to his intentions.

Hmm…

In the end, Franz made a decision after much deliberation.

‘Whether it works or not, let’s at least invite her.’

Of course, there was a possibility she would refuse. After all, she had once hated humans. She might not like crowded places either.

But that was Hera’s choice to make, so he had to at least give her the opportunity to choose.

Having made his decision, all that was left was to act.

Franz gulped down the lukewarm tea left in his cup and stood up.

Arian and Eustia were startled by his actions and asked.

“Where are you going?”

“Where are you headed?”

Their words came out almost simultaneously, and Franz chuckled. Despite their bickering, they were like sisters in moments like this. If they could just get along, they might become really close.

“Eustia, you’re done with your business, right? You can go back now. Arian, you should go back to your work too. I’m going to the Great Forest for a bit.”

At the mention of Franz going to the Great Forest, their minds started racing.

And soon, they reached a conclusion.

‘Is he going to meet Hera?’

“You’re going to meet that elf, right?”

The thought of turning back had long been forgotten by the two.

In any case, they weren’t the type to just let Franz meet another woman without doing anything.

“Master of the Tower, may I join you? I’m curious about what the Great Forest is like.”

“Franz, may I come along too? I want to greet Hera after a long time and check on the World Tree.”

Both of them were determined to prevent Franz and Hera from being alone together.

The only problem was that they both had the same idea.

Thus began the Second Battle of the Consorts.

“Lady, the Great Forest is not a place where ordinary people can just wander in out of curiosity. I understand your feelings, but wouldn’t it be better to quietly do your work?”

“Huh? Shouldn’t you, Saintess, go back and take care of your followers? And what do you mean by ‘after a long time’? Didn’t you meet in the North?”

“I have a duty to check on the World Tree.”

“Well, I have a duty to ensure the safety of the Master of the Tower.”

The two growled at each other like tigers and lions… or rather, like two cats. They seemed to be fighting, but it didn’t feel very dangerous.

Franz sighed as he put on his robe and asked in a weary voice.

“So, are you coming or not? Make it clear.”

Arian and Justia spoke simultaneously, as if they had planned it.

“We’re coming!”

“We’re coming!”

At times like this, they seemed to get along quite well.

Franz thought so as he snapped his fingers.

A magic circle was drawn on the floor, and the three of them disappeared from the Master’s room.

Soon, they found themselves in the Great Forest.

Surrounded by towering trees, the cool and fresh air felt just right.

“Wow… So this is the Great Forest…”

Arian exclaimed in wonder as she looked around.

Seeing her reaction, Justia smiled leisurely and said,

“It’s your first time in the Great Forest, isn’t it, Lady? Well, that’s understandable. It’s a very difficult place to enter. Of course, it’s not my first time.”

Of course, this was only Justia’s second time, but Franz didn’t bother to mention that. He didn’t want to get involved and end up in a bad situation.

“Yes, it must be nice for you. Since it’s not your first time.”

“Oh, by the way, the first time was also with the person you serve.”

“Ah, is that so? I also did a lot of firsts with the Tower Master, should I tell you all about them?”

“Huh?! Go ahead, let’s hear it!”

What on earth do these two dislike so much about each other?

It’s one thing to let it slide once or twice, but it’s starting to get tiresome. I wish they’d tone it down a bit.

It was when Franz was genuinely trying to intervene between the two.

[What is all this commotion? Oh, we have guests.]

A more troublesome opponent appeared than the two who were fighting.

Franz furrowed his brows at the sudden voice of the World Tree.

‘Just passing through.’

[You don’t have to be so blatant about avoiding me, do you?]

‘Have you forgotten the bet you made with the goddess?’

[That was just a spur-of-the-moment thing… It’s true that I want our child to have a baby first, but I don’t intend to force it.]

Devout believers might even take their own lives if a god told them to, but the gods of this world seem to lack awareness of the weight their words carry.

Well, it’s not like they’d say such things in front of ordinary believers anyway.

In any case, I don’t like it.

[Besides, that child hasn’t had one yet either. I’m relieved.]

The intention behind the World Tree’s words was this:

It’s a relief that Justia doesn’t have a child in her womb yet.

Franz, who couldn’t be unaware of this, was quite taken aback but responded as calmly as possible.

‘…Of course. I never had any intention of that in the first place.’

With that thought, Franz ended the conversation with the World Tree and approached the still bickering pair.

While he was having such a headache, they were leisurely fighting. It was hard to just stand by and watch.

“Stop fighting, both of you. I’ll leave you behind when we go back.”

At Franz’s threat, Arian and Justia immediately shut their mouths.

Moreover, thinking that he was angry, they became cautious in their actions.

“Let’s go.”

Franz took the lead, and the now timid pair followed him.

Naturally, the place they headed to was the elves’ residence in the heart of the Great Forest.

As they approached the residence, an elf who was always on guard jumped down from a tree as usual.

“Isn’t it the Great Chief?!”

Grand Chief…?

It was a joy to be welcomed by the elves, but the word “Grand Chief” weighed on his mind.

Franz diligently searched his past memories, and soon recalled a forgotten one.

Hera had promised to create a new position for him, claiming he could communicate with the World Tree.

‘But that position is Grand Chief…?’

He had somehow managed to avoid being given the position of Chief and had asked for a new title. After all, it made no sense for a human to be the Chief of the elves.

But the result was Grand Chief? If he had known this, he would have just accepted the position of Chief.

“Grand Chief! Welcome! The others will surely welcome you too!”

The elf, unaware of Franz’s feelings, simply smiled brightly and led the way.

Well, what could he do? You can’t spit on a smiling face, so Franz sighed and followed the elf.