A dark shadow rushed past everyone, slipping into the room.
âAh, Mewlice,â Mrs.Cavendish shook her head helplessly, âthis is not your new domain.â
âMewlice?â the knight asked a little confused, âhas that cat been following us all along?â
âNo,â the mage replied, âthatâs probably one of the twins â the descendent of Teacher Yangâs pet âMewliceâ. Itâs difficult to tell them apart, so we could only call them by their last name.(1) Either way, if youâre bothered by it, Iâll come and take her away in a moment.â
âItâs not a problem,â the elf smiled, âIf it wasâŚYang, she would probably have let it stay.â
The lady mage looked at him, nodding, reaching out, she rested her hands on the shoulders of the siren and dwarf.
âAlright, follow me, children should go to bed early.â
âIâm already twenty eightâŚâ the dwarf complained in a small voice.
The elf exchanged a glance with the knight, smiling, he said nothing.
The knight sighed, closing the door.
âChildren? Hum?â
âMew~â as if answering the knightâs question, Mewlice let out a long sound, coming over to brush against the knightâs leg.
âThe psychological age is whatâs important,â the knight bent down, petting the cat absentmindedly, âright, Mewlice?â
âWhatâŚ.is this?â the elf opened the other door inside the room and was shocked, there is a complicated device as tall as a person inside, âAn alchemist workshop?â
At this moment, the sound of knocking came from outside.
âI almost forgot, thereâs no water stored in the tower,â Mrs.Cavendishâs apologetic voice said from outside, âthe bathroom set up inside relies on the fireball and water spell to activate, please allow me.â
ââŚI finally realize that I live three hundred years in the future,â the elf looked back at the knight, smiling, âthereâs nothing like this in the Legendary Era.â
âDonât look at me, thereâs nothing like this in the Age of Reality either,â the knight shook his head, âthereâs a popular saying in the Paladin Order that goes like thisâŚâ
âWith Godâs protection, you are invincible in this world, but mages â sorry, but mages belong to another world.â
The knight opened the door, and Mrs.Cavendish, denizen from another world smiled, raising the staff in her hand.
âUm⌠Iâm not interrupting anything am I?â she looked at the expression on the elf and knightâs face, asking in surprise.
Mrs.Cavendish helpfully found some of her husbandâs old sleeping clothes, but in the end, due to problems with the shoulder width, only the elf accepted gratefully.
âIs there some sort of magic added to this thing?â an hour later, the elf walked waveringly out of the bathroom, falling onto the bed, âif there is, it must be some sort of sleeping spell⌠yawnâŚâ
âHey hey,â the knight reached out a hand to mess his hair up, âdonât sleep before youâve dried your hair.â
âFu⌠Canât stay awake.â
âThen play with the cat.â The knight placed the black cat onto the elf. In the end, Mewlice just sniffed the sleeping robes, and then jumped back into the knightâs arms, gently rubbing the knightâs hand with her head.
âIsnât that your ownerâs clothes, donât you recognize it at all?â
âBecause the smell is different, so she wanted to cover it,â the elf said, âto declare ownership.â
âAhh,â the knight scratched the catâs chin, âyou canât, I have an owner.â
âI donât mind⌠Mewlice, Cain is yours.â
âMew~â as if she understood, the black cat let out a satisfied sound, laying down in the knightâs arms quietly.
But after a while, she stood up again, and started to knead him with her front paws.
âWhat are you doingâŚâ the knight asked helplessly.
âKneading for milk.â The elf flip through an ancient book casually, and replied lightly, âit seems Mewlice really likes you, she thinks youâre her mother.â
âIâm male alright,â the knight lifted the cat, looking it in the eyes, âMewlice, say Papa.â
âMew~â
âNo not mew, say âpapaâ.â
âMew~â
âNo, âpapaâ.â
âWhat is it, son.â The elf said lazily.
The knight speedily drop the cat, jumped over to catch the elf that was preparing to run away.
âAn ancient joke,â he caught the elfâs wrist, looking at the other, âyou will pay for this unnecessary provocation, hehe.â
âDonât you think this goes against the knightly spirit,â the elf asked, his eyes half closed, âto resort to force arbitrarily.â
âForce?â the knight grinned, releasing one hand, âwho said I will use it?â
Then he brought his hand to his lips and blew on it.(2)
The elf immediately realized his punishment and struggled to escape from him, but the results was that the knight swiftly defeated him even before the battle started.
âI say, how childish are you⌠hey let go⌠wuuu⌠This is cheatingâŚâ
âYouâre the one that challenged me first, so who is childish? Hmm?â
Mewlice silently watched the human and elf fight for territory, determining that they planned to give all the rights to the bed to her, she yawned satisfactorily, and took over the knightâs pillow.
âAre you awake now?â the knight suddenly let go, and grinned asking.
âEh?â The elf woke up from his curled up defensive position, looking at him quizzically.
âYouâre no challenge at all,â the knight shook his head, âat least wait until youâve regained all your strength.â
ââŚWill that day come?â
The knightâs hand was strong and warm, his palm was calloused where the sword hilt is held, this can only be made from training tirelessly for many years. Only touching it, will make people trust in him.
The elf sat up, looking at his own palms.
The signs of ten years of battle have already disappeared after three hundred years of sleep.
Even if he trained every day, and the skin on his fingers thickened, but compared to before, the difference is too great.
If these can be regained by training, then what about the things he canât regain?
Magic defense decrease, healing effect reduced by half.
Anna would not completely understand, as a mage without armor, to prevent injury, concentrating on attacks under the protection of your teammates, that is their duty.
But for an archer thatâs different.
They can focus on attack like an mage, but other than that there is something more important.
Even in a party, an archer is the best choice for solo attacks.
Moving around the partyâs surroundings, choosing the most difficult target, or interfering with the enemy, attracting enemy fire to give your companions a chance, and if necessary, at least be able to engage in close quarter combat for a short time. Of course, these would bring many injuries. And for the âUnicorn Legionâ, the chance of fighting against magical attacks, is higher than that of physical attacks.
That means, an archer without magical defense â
âAn archer that can only hide behind a shield, canât be considered a fighting force.â
The elf didnât notice, that he had spoken out loud.
âEllen, Ellen.â
The elf lifted his head, the knight sat beside him, looking into his eyes.
âDid you forget? You are not just an archer.â
âUnn, itâs only half of one now.â The elf smiled self-deprecatingly, his fingers clenched in a fist.
The knight shook his head in disagreement, pressing against his hands.
âDo you still remember the mission against the rebel army? There were four groups that were sent out, each with ten members, in the end only you received the right to see the Queen, why do you think that is?â\n