Chapter 124

Said to take a nap, but Siris slept without moving for about an hour. She put a finger under her nose, wondering if she was dead, but she didn't even respond.

Fortunately, after checking the constant exhalation, I was relieved, but considering the elf's physical abilities, I was able to guess just how tired she was.

That's because they know that elves can do well for a week, unlike humans, who can get sick if they don't sleep for more than two days. He has Cindy even though he doesn't have to go far.

Even Cindy, who is close to an ordinary person, only falters after staying up all night for several days, so there is no problem in daily life. Dark circles are unavoidable, but when you remember the importance of sleep, this is also easy.

'But Siris doesn't even feel a presence…'

The escort driver must have a sensitive enough sense to detect even the smallest presence. Needless to say, if it's an elf, or a dark elf familiar with darkness.

However, Siris is taking a deep sleep even though I approached him and checked his breathing. With a little exaggeration, I didn't even know I was carrying it.

When I see Arwen taking a break without escorting Arwen, it seems like it's a vacation or off-duty, but I'm sorry that I called him for nothing.

'Since we have plenty of time, let's wait until we wake up.'

Marie and Cecily's dates have also been postponed due to the nature of the exam period, so there is plenty of time to spare. The exams will all be over this Friday, so maybe I'll meet my acquaintances then.

And we'll have a fiery Friday with Marie. I thought of Marie, who had opened her eyes to the castle in earnest, in her mind.

It seems to have decreased a bit recently, but whether she continues to add firewood or not, her s*xual desire has not declined and is on the steady side. Moreover, she relieved all her stress that way, so whenever something annoying happened, she always took me to the inn.

Perhaps he is still trying to relieve the stress that has accumulated because of the exam. I thought of Marie's beauty that seemed to have grown even more mature by sucking my lust, then hurriedly shook it off and looked at Siris.

Siris is sleeping soundly with the blanket covering her neck. She doesn't want anyone to come anyway, and she's sorry for forcing her to wake her up, so I think it would be better for her to write.

So I sat down on the desk chair and grabbed the magic pen. The remover she received from Marie's father, Dmitry, is placed next to the manuscript.

square- square- huh-

The dorm where I was staying was filled with the sounds of writing letters with a magic pen and erasing texts with a remover. I used my utmost concentration to write the Xenon biography.

The environment is also the environment, but thanks to the presence of the remover, the efficiency of writing has doubled. Occasionally, I found a typo late and had to go through a major correction, but now there is no such thing.

However, I still have a habit of tearing everything apart because I don't like the writing. Even now, the trash can contains torn manuscript paper, and I plan to burn it all in a little while.

'For now, I'm debating whether to use Satan (anger) or Lilith (lust) as the demon blocking Zeno's party.'

At the same time that Albenheim is invaded, there is a demonic officer who prevents Zenon and the others from returning in a hurry.

Zenon has awakened after Kair's death and Mary's confession, so he is in a much stronger state than before, and he grows into a powerful person that even the demons cannot disregard.

In addition, there are Elf wizard Mary, the first generation demon Jin, and Lily, who is named the next saint, so the party itself is very strong.

'Because he doesn't know how to fight, it's ambiguous, so pass. In the end, only Lilith is left.'

The power of the Seven Deadly Sins is as strong as each individual's power was granted by the Great Evil Diabols. Except for 'sloth', which has a high strategic value, the other sins are so much that each individual fights against the military.

And Lilith, the demon in charge of lust, has a fatal beauty that fascinates men and women alike, and she also has magic as she was born as a demon.

However, at the time of the first encounter, the purpose was to buy time, so we roughly deal with it and leave. However, even that brief battle makes fun of Zeno and the others, imprinting the strength of the Seven Deadly Sins into their bones.

'The fighting style of Lilith is…'

You should take a look at Cecily. As she becomes the next Great Demon King, she knows that her power is very strong.

I said this as a joke, but if you run your finger across the hillside, it will split as it is. He even learned swordsmanship and said that he would never be pushed back even in close combat.

'But I've never seen it in person. I'll ask you one more time later.'

I plan to ask for it on the weekend after the exam is over. Then we can meet and talk to each other and ask at the same time.

I closed my notebook for a moment and put the magic pen on the manuscript paper. It's been a while since Volume 11 was released, but I've already written about half of it.

I had more time, and with the presence of a remover and the advice of my acquaintances, I was able to move forward as fast as a ship with a sail in the wind. Maybe it will be possible to publish two volumes in a row this month alone.

"… …"

"…yes?"

How focused were you on writing? I stretched out to relieve my stiffened body, but suddenly I felt a gaze from behind and turned my head.

Turning his head, Siris, who didn't even know when he woke up, was half-covered with a blanket, staring blankly at him. I, too, looked at Siris intently.

Perhaps it was because he had just woken up, his sharp eyes softened slightly, and his slightly exposed shoulders and chest radiated an alluring atmosphere. The duvet was not completely covered or taken off, but it was half-covered, giving a sense of intimacy.

"…when did you wake up?"

"It happened exactly five minutes ago."

Listen to the answer and check the watch. The current time is about 5 o'clock. It was around 1:00 when Siris was summoned, so it means that he slept soundly for about 4 hours.

I looked at Siris as I brushed my hair. She was still yawning cutely, perhaps hazy. When he was Arwen's escort knight, it was like a sharp sword, but now he looks quite loose.

Well, most escort knights are like that. I have to protect the owner anytime, anywhere, so I can't help but be nervous, and I need to release it for a break to make the next one easier.

So it's not unusual to see Siris loose like that. In particular, she is secretly escorting the elf queen, Arwen, so her task will be extremely difficult.

"If you're tired, you can sleep more."

"No. I'm all awake."

It didn't seem like a lie, seeing the dazzling golden eyes and the eyes that were getting more and more promising. I got up from her seat and walked over to her before I could speak to her, wishing I could seek her advice.

Siris didn't take any action when I approached, and waited quietly. Well, the moment I do something weird, I'll grab her wrist first.

Eventually, I arrived in front of her and pulled up the hem of the quilt that had flowed down to hide the exposed coppery skin. Thanks to her, nothing underneath was revealed except her face…

flap-

As soon as I pulled the blanket up to my neck, Siris swung her arms to neutralize me. Even the blanket was lower than before, so I could see all my underwear.

My face heated up for a moment at this, and I asked Siris in a voice that was a mixture of bewilderment and absurdity.

"No. Why are you taking it off?"

"it's hot."

"Can't you stand this?"

"Yeah."

"… …"

When I answered in a hard tone, there was nothing to say. She was an errand and not a complete slave, so I can't say this or that.

In the end, I completely took off the blanket and came face to face with Siris, who was in my underwear. I am tolerant of dark elf chastity, but as a man, I have many problems.

Is it even that difficult to even seek advice? Still, I didn't quite understand why it was only covered with a blanket and thrown away because it was stuffy.

"Is the dark elves very hot, or is Siris-san special? Her clothes are usually too revealing."

"Clothes are deeply related to the dark elves' unique fighting style. Our dark elves are more sensitive to mana floating in the air than normal elves, and have the ability to assimilate with their surroundings. And if there are a lot of parts exposed to the outside, the higher the number, the higher the rate of assimilation. Sometimes, the reason why the dark elves used to be hiding are caused by the costumes."

"Then you mean it's hot?"

"The dark elves normally cycle their mana so they can hide in the dark anytime, anywhere. This is why their body temperature is high."

"Then it doesn't consume too much mana? No matter how dark elves are, burning isn't a joke."

"Don't worry about that, because dark elves have a kind of lore that allows them to absorb mana from the air through their skin. It's something only us can do."

"Five…"

Yes. This is advice.

As I suddenly heard important information, my eyes twinkled and I took notes in my notebook. Although the beginning was strange, it was interesting as very good information came out one after another.

Thanks to this, I was able to focus on advice without paying attention to Siris' shabby body. She didn't really care about Siris either, so she wasn't a big deal.

"What is the structure of the village where the Dark Elves live? So, I wonder what the structure of the Dark Elves is like in Albenheim, where there is a queen, a senate, and a battlefield."

"First of all, each dark elf has its own tribe. It consists of three tribes, called Ratna, Kumir, and Drone. Each elder rules the village."

"What tribe is Siris from?"

"I am Ratna. It is famous for producing warriors mainly, Kumir for wizards, and drones for engineers."

"I think it's at the level of a city, not just a village?"

"That's right. I'm only living in the forest, but in terms of the standard of living, it's like any other city. I'm just living in a forest with few people."

amazing. The more I heard about the Dark Elves, the more mysterious it exudes.

As Siris told me, I wrote the story in my head while diligently writing it down. At least as much as the historical evidence, I wanted to thoroughly protect it, so I plan to properly pick the mulberry today.

"What is the rank of Siris? Just like elves have a warrior commander and humans have a knight commander, I don't know much about the rank system of dark elves."

"First of all, we don't have any specific ranks except for elders. When a serious event occurs, we call in a warrior with a high reputation and give it a rank."

"What do you mean by rank?"

"It's like a scout commander or an assault commander. Apparently, we're adhering to a fighting style that doesn't suit head-to-head combat, so on the surface there is no army."

They must have come from the same root, but the methods must be so different. Unlike elves, who insist on a head-to-head match, dark elves specialize in back work, such as assassination and stealth.

Perhaps because of this ideological difference, they fought each other in the distant past. Unlike other elves, dark elves have a distinctive personality, so they are well suited to being rejected.

"What do you think of the elves of Albenheim within the Dark Elves? Oh, by the way, this is the opinion of the entire Dark Elves, not Siris.

"Um… The generation that went through the tribal war is seeing it favorably, but the generations after that are not. The new generation is protesting why they should enter Albnheim, which refused even help because of their pitiful pride, while the old generation, on the other hand, has a bitter taste through the tribal war. Now that I've been through it, I think it must have been harmful."

"Wow…"

I really couldn't help but admire it. This would be exactly the opposite.

Then, a thought suddenly occurred to me. How old is Siris, presumed to be a new generation?

Outwardly, he only looks like he is in his early to mid 20s, but he sees himself favorably. He didn't even complain that it was a punishment, even though he was running an errand.

Then I paused for a moment to press the pen on the notebook and looked at Siris. She's still wearing her underwear and blinking her golden eyes.

"I… Excuse me, but can I ask you one thing?"

"What is it?"

"I'm curious to see how old Siris will be…"

"Um… do you see this?"

Siris listened to my question and tapped her half-mutilated ear with her finger. As she turned her gaze towards it, she could see that she was wearing a gold earring.

The left ear has nothing, while only the right ear has about three. As soon as she questioned this, Siris opened her mouth.

"We have a custom of wearing one earring every 100 years or more. I'm exactly 341 years old, so you can see that there are three."

"…after all, it's too old for a human to feel."

"Even 100 years would be hard for a human being to see."

Siris answered while maintaining her characteristic expressionless expression. Like Cecily and Arwen, every time she heard that she had lived for more than 100 years, she felt a strange sense of incongruity.

After that, I continued to ask a lot of questions and learned the information I needed one by one. Siris also faithfully answered every question I asked without saying a word.

So, after about an hour of question time, I closed my notebook thinking that I was done. It's time to eat rice too, so you can call me again later.

"Thank you. Thank you for being a great help."

"No. But are you going to write about us in a book?"

Siris looked at the notebook with curious eyes. I opened my mouth as I threw the notebook on the desk.

"Yes. I won't include bad stories, so don't worry."

"Then can I ask you one thing?"

"ask."

"I wonder if all of the people in the book were inspired by real people."

Hearing Siris' question, I turned my head to the manuscript paper on the desk. The story is based on reality, but most of the characters came from my imagination.

However, some of the characters that will appear in the future will refer to real people. Lilith is Cecily, and the elf hero is the ill-fated warrior Aiker.

Anyway, it was correct that it was used as a motif, so I drew out a positive answer.

"Probably some people do. As I asked Siris a question now, I lack knowledge about other races. So I have no choice but to seek advice."

"okay."

"But why? Would you like Siri as well?"

In my previous life, when I was working as a web novel writer, there is a saying that my friends sometimes joked about.

Please put me in the novel. Of course, it was meant as a joke, but I did it without knowing it. After all, they didn't even read my novel.

To be honest, no character is as unique as a friend in real life. If you modify your friend's personality slightly and appear in the book, a character with a surprising personality appears.

So I asked Siris as a joke, and of course I thought it was a joke.

"Is that true?"

"Yeah?"

But Siris rarely lit up.

"If you do, I will accept it as an honor."

He expressed his anticipation by standing upright like a rabbit with his short-cut ears.

As I learned later, dark elves tend not to take jokes as jokes.

"… …"

I smiled bitterly at her showing her anticipation.