We traversed through a forest while Kyle led the way.
The laid-back Marie was surprised to hear that this floating island was Kyleâs homeland.
ââSo it seems that she didnât know either.
âGee, if this was your home, you should have told me, Kyle. I would have prepared a present or something.â
It seems that she intended to watch over her exclusive servant as he visited his home, but wouldnât this be dicey situation for Kyle?
He was bought as a slave and is now returning to his home town with his master.
Is he going to introduce her to his family by saying âThis is my master!â to them?
ââI would hate doing that.
Kyle walked ahead, but was the same as when I spotted him on Partnerâs deck.
Despite it being his homeland, he didnât seem to be enjoying it at all.
âNo need for a present.â
He seemed a bit gloomy.
Being worried about Kyle, Livia consulted me.
âLeon, doesnât something seem strange about Kyle? Heâs returning home, so why is he so down?â
Unlike the carefree Marie, Livia was looking closely at Kyleâs condition.
âMaybe he doesnât want to visit home for some reason?â
Unlike Marie, Livia was kind.
As for Anjieââ
âIs this a forest where elves live? I didnât know there was a dungeon here, but Iâm a bit excited for some reason.â
ââShe was really tense.
Meanwhile, Marie was serious.
âItâll be fine. If I can earn big here, I can get rid of my debt. Rather, isnât this opportune? Then I can buy sweets from popular stalls and have desserts for my dinner during the evening. I have to buy new clothes too. My others ones are already shabby and worn out.â
It was saddening to hear Marieâs monologue.
I was indeed angry at Marie, who cheated her way to becoming the saint, but why was she this miserable?
What evil things did she do in her previous life to deserve carrying debt while needing to pay living expenses as a saint?
Jilk and Greg walked in the back while a group of girls walked in the middle.
Hertrude, who seemed troubled, walked alone.
âYou could have just waited.â
âI can do whatever I please. Besides, now that we came all this way, I want to look at the historical ruins.â
Shouldnât the upper management of the kingdom be more wary of the fact that this girlâs been given free rein?
We continued through a straight path in the forest.
Luxon, floating near my shoulder, looked at the road.
[Master, what exactlyââare elves?]
âA fantasy race. Are you interested in them?]
[Elves used to not exist within my data. While I had been on stand by, a creature suddenly appeared, turning out to be an elf. Is it not something to be curious about?]
I wasnât really that aware of it, so I wasnât particularly interested.
[In addition, itâs also noteworthy that they cannot breed with female humans. However, in the case of menââ]
As Luxon spoke on, Kyle pointed to a village within view.
âThatâs the town where I was born and raised.â
Marie was excited.
âWow~, how beautiful!â
At first glance, it seemed like a calm, but fairly developed village.
The buildings were mostly log houses and the town had a sense of unity.
All the villagers we saw were beautiful and had nice figures.
Several villager-like elves wore outfits that clung to their bodies.
Jilk placed his hand over his chin and began to boast about his knowledge.
âElves are basically well-favored in looks, but do not seem to judge beauty by outward appearances like how humans do.â
Both Marie and Greg had shocked faces.
ââIt seems they didnât know this. I wasnât aware of it either.
âOh, is that so?â
âRight. They judge based on the magical power one holds. Due to that, they have almost no preferences in terms of looks.â
Though everyone was interested in the elves who judged others based on magic power, Kyle didnât say anything more.
Since these were elves we were talking about, a slightly more detailed explanation would have been nice.
I tried calling out to him in concern.
âSomething the matter?â
âDonât talk to me. If youâre trying to fulfill a sense of self-satisfaction by acting worried about me, then stop. I absolutely hate guys like you who tend to get the wrong idea.â
I felt my face getting red.
âAnd I hate little brats like you. Why donât you go find your mother and introduce Marie to her, you can even say âThis is my master,â to her.â
Thereupon, Kyle sighed and spoke as if looking down on me.
âIt seems you donât know. Alright, for elves, being a slave is synonymous to working away from home. Despite being slaves, weâre treated decently, much better than you boys at the academy.â
Itâs indeed as he said, but hearing him say it made me furious.
Luxon strangely seemed convinced.
[Intriguing, so elves view it as working away from home? I understand.]
Jilk added on to that explanation.
âElves seem to have a longer lifespan than humans. A few decades is a not a big deal for them.â
Working away from home for a few decades? Leaving that aside, thereâs something about Kyleâs speaking that Iâm curious about.
Someoneâs feelings toward slavery would be like this.
Upon hearing hearing the word slave, one would assume that treatment would be poor, but being exclusive servants, theyâre treated favorably.
ââIndeed, the boys would be jealous.
Seeing us approach the village, one of the elves in the village walked towards us.
A pleasant girl with green hair and yellow eyes.
Is she around the same age as us? Sheâs a small woman.
In addition, everyoneâs gazes focused on her bust, which was big relative to her body.
âKyle!â
The woman waved her hand and rushed over, seeming to know Kyle.
As the woman approached, Kyle adjusted his posture and moved towards Marieâs side as she was speaking with Jilk.
âMarie, this woman here is my mother. Her name is âYumeria.ââ
ââWhat? His mom?!
Elves have a much younger appearance than their actual age. Could it be that Kyle is an old man on the inside too? In that case, he might be the same as me.
âUm, oh! N, nice to meet you!â
When the confused Marie gave her greetings, Kyleâs mother, Yumeria, also became confused and bowed her head.
It felt very calming seeing the two bow towards each other.
Kyle explained the situation to Yumeria while seeming uninterested.
âEveryone wants to enter some historic ruins that are in this town. We need permission from the village chief, so weâre heading over to give our greetings. With that, please excuse us.â
âSay, Kyle. Youâve been away for a long time, but you donât need to talk like weâre strangersâââ
âI cannot do that, Iâm in the midst of my job.â
Kyleâs attitude may be appropriate as a servant, but he was being a little cold towards his mother.
Yumeriaâs expression darkened.
âYou donât have to be so cold. This is the town youâve been away from for so long, isnât it?â
Kyle sneered in response to my words.
âSomething bugging you?â
âDonât get so over-familiar with me. Iâm Marieâs exclusive servant, and Iâm not going to get along with the likes of you.â
Greg was a bit irritated at the strangely stern Kyle.
âHey, youâre taking it too far. Baltfault is our commander.â
Marie also seemed to pay attention to the odd attitude her own exclusive servant was taking.
âKyle, donât pick any fights. Youâve been weird today for some reason.â
âIâm the same as I always am. The village chiefâs home is here.â
Kyle walked ahead, not even glancing at Yumeria.
Livia spoke to Yumeria in concern.
âUm, Kyleâs been strange ever since we came to this island. Err, maybe heâs feeling sick.â
However, Yumeria made a sorrowful smile.
âItâs fine. Itâs my fault. Iâm an unseemly misfit, after all.â
Those words stuck to my mind for some bizarre reason.
â
The village chiefâs residence was large.
Upon asking about it, it seemed that several decades ago, when returning to the village after finishing work as an exclusive servant, the village chief had received a large amount of remuneration and built the residence.
He was an elf that looked like a young man with a beard, someone only in their late twenties.
âYou want to visit some ruins within the village?â
I spoke alone with the village chief, acting as a representative of the group.
Everyone else waited in a reception room.
âRight. Is it possible?â
âThe ruins are a sacred place for the village, so it would be tough. You wonât be able to obtain permission so easily. I donât think the other village chiefs would allow it.â
Elven villages were scattered around the floating island.
It seems that altogether, theyâre labeled as a collective.
âFurthermore, the collective chief is quite stubborn. Thereâs no doubt that you will face opposition to enter the ruins.â
âThe collective chief?â
âSheâs an old woman whose strong point is divination. Iâve heard that in the past, there were many guests who visited the collective chief, but her power has currently weakened and there are often times where her divinations arenât accurate either.â
I donât care about this talk of fortune-telling, but itâs a problem if we canât enter the historical ruins.
âIâm sorry, but you might have to give up. Though, we frequently visit the ruins and have found no treasure there. Searching for some would be fruitless.â
âHuh?â
âUs elves are free to enter and exit it as we please, and there are even many people who go there on a whim. Weâve exhausted ourselves searching through it, but contrary to everyoneâs hopes, thereâs no treasure to be found.â
ââCould this different from the game?
As I was thinking about it, there was a furious pounding on the door.
A female elf barged in without waiting for a reply.
âVillage Chief, itâs the collective chief!â
The village chief grabbed a nearby ornamentââthen tossed it to the woman.
âEek!â
Seeing the item crash into the woman and fall, I give a look towards the village chief.
However, the village chief ignored me and began preaching to the woman.
âWhat insolence, running over in a commotion and pounding on the door! How many times do I have to tell you? Apologize to the guest!â
The village head then walked towards the woman and began kicking her.
Upon seeing that, I stepped in with haste.
âWhat are you doing?!â
The village chief swept my hand aside and turned away with a scornful look.
Those eyes he had were the same as the exclusive servantsâ when they face the boys within the academy.
âDonât be a nuisance. That is important elf etiquette. If weâre not careful, the children will learn bad manners. That means their worth as slaves will diminish.â
ââIt seems that I donât fully understand the situation with elves, but this is too harsh.
Seeing this doesnât make me feel at ease.
âThis a revolting sight in front of a guest.â
I did my best to put on a brave front.
âSorry about that. Now then, whatâs your business?â
The woman shed tears while informing us that the aforementioned collective chief was visiting the village.
â
We were in a plaza at the village.
The gathering elves were all beautiful men and women.
Among them, a short elderly one carried a large cane for support.
Her back was hunched over and it was hard to tell whether her eyes were open or closed.
The old woman with gray hair muttered something to a woman wearing the same native outfit.
The female elf, who was supporting her, transmitted her message.
âI will convey the words of the collective chief. Do not enter the ruins again. At this rate, you will incur the old demon lordâs wrath.â
The village chief was at a complete loss.
I assume that the collective chief is in a higher position, her way of speaking is different from the womanâs.
âCollective Chief, what do you mean by demon lord? In the first place, arenât the people from other villages entering the ruins too?â
The collective chief muttered something.
Listening to her words, the female elf once again spoke.
âDo you think that the collective chief knows nothing? Sheâs aware that you all are heavily involved with the ruins. The collective chief is leaving a message. Donât come into contact with whatâs taboo. Donât enter the sacred ground of the elves.â
The surrounding elves were shocked, but the collective chief and the female were serious.
Luxon, who was floating near my shoulder, also seemed shocked.
[A divination, is it?]
âWhat? Are you a non-believer of those sorts of things?â
[Could it be possible? There have certainly been people with strange abilities. Youâre one of those people, Master.]
From Luxonâs point of view, I would indeed be an unscientific phenomenon since I hold memories of my previous life.
There seems to be some discrepancy between what the village chief said and what the collective chief said.
Perhaps the elves arenât actually free to enter and exit as they please?
Based on what the collective chief said, nobody can get near the ruins.
Furthermoreââ
âBy the way, do you know anything about a demon lord?â
[Are you familiar with the matter, Master? Does a demon lord appear in the otome game?]
âThereâs no demon lord in that otome game. Thatâs why Iâm really concerned.â
Could it be that the collective chief is growing senile?
She may have been a capable diviner in the past, but there are more elves who are either suspicious or completely doubtful rather than those who are at least half-convinced.
The collective chiefâs cold gaze shifted from the elves toââMarie.
âHey! This commotion is annoying. Whatever, someone take me to the historic ruins! I absolutely must captureâââ
The collective chiefâs eyes widened as Marie, who was frightened of debt, stepped forward.
She spoke to the woman next to her, and then that woman conveyed the message to us.
She seemed surprised and shocked.
âAre you a saint?â
âOh, you could tell? Yes, Iâm a saint. If you understand that, thenâââ
Before Marie could finish, the woman spoke.
âYouâre allowed to enter the ruins. The saint brings along the old demon lord. That is the future the collective chief foresaw in recent months.â
Marie tilted her head in confusion as the surrounding elves grew restless.
âDemon lord? I donât know a demon lord at all.â
Youâre like a final boss to me. Youâre something like a demon lord, I guess.
Or rather, it seems that the collective chief has gone senile and lost her touch with divinations.
Marie isnât a real saint, Livia is.
ââThe demon lord must also be a misunderstanding.
I turned towards Luxon as it stated its own opinion.
[Could this be about Julian? Heâs royalty and the descendants of the new humans use magic. If royalty means being able to operate the workings of magic, itâs possible that he could adopt the title of a demon lord.]
âI understand what youâre saying, but Julianâs not here, you know?â
[Iâm stumped as well. Assuming that the collective chiefâs divination is true, thereâs a possibility that itâs tied to Julian.]
That guy isnât a king yet though. At this rate, he will become the crown prince again due to Marieâs work, and will probably be king in the future, butââthat guy being a demon lord? Heâd be a miserable demon lord that even I could beat up.
The woman spoke to the people around on behalf of the collective chief.
âThe time of judgement has come. Will this island sink, or will it remain? These people will not be allowed to interfere. The collective chief says for everyone to sit still and wait for the appointed time.â
With that, the collective chief and the other elf left the village.
While watching their figures, I spoke to Luxon.
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âDoes this mean we have permission to enter the ruins?â
[It saves a load of trouble. It seems we wonât have to force our way in or invade.]
âYou were thinking about such dangerous things?â
[Indeed. What about it?]
It was as if Luxon was saying âYouâve got a problem with that?â