Eternally Regressing Knight Novel - Chapter 837
Chapter 837: Chapter 835 – An Elf’s Specialty is Distortion (2)
Chapter 835 – An Elf’s Specialty is Distortion (2)
Smack it on the head?
No, that’s something that bastard Rem would do.
Ragna would just put a knife to its throat and threaten it, and Audin would unconditionally shout to pray to the Lord.
‘Enki…’
What about my fiancé?
He was a man who always found an answer.
A man with high resolve and a shining will.
A man who throws himself into uncertainty and pulls out the best possible result.
She had watched such a man from the side and had reached the present.
‘I can do it too.’
Shinar momentarily expanded her own world.
Her thoughts accelerated, wandering in search of an answer.
If she maintained the same attitude, on the opposite side of what the demon was saying, the phantom beast’s mind would break.
Wasn’t it already in a state of being as weak as it could get?
She finished her thoughts and whispered to the Salamander.
“Hate. Be angry. It is fine to be furious.”
Now it was the parasite’s turn to be at a loss for words.
What is this mad elf doing now?
Should she consider it an honor to hear such an impression from a demon?
She didn’t know.
The demon was momentarily speechless, then continued its words more forcefully.
“…Hate, hate. Erupt.”
Now that elf was helping it.
If so, he just had to use that.
Shinar spoke as if to help him, but then changed only the last words.
“And divide yourself. Do not keep the hatred within you.”
Those words reached the Salamander.
Shinar’s thought was simple.
She had found something useful among what she had seen and learned from Enkrid, and had applied it.
The breakwater swordsmanship used two lines of thought. It was an idea that came to her in comparison to that.
If it’s so difficult that you can’t choose, what about dividing your body in two?
The phantom beast in this world has no physical form.
So it should be possible.
It was also a thought that she could have because she was an elf.
And if it doesn’t work?
She could think about that when the time comes.
Was all of this a coincidence or fate?
Shinar decided to believe it was fate.
She and the Salamander had something in common.
The demon had awakened its mind, but just as humans feel more familiar with humans of a similar skin color, the Salamander was also more drawn to the elf who held vigor.
And so, the phantom beast followed her words and succeeded.
The clumped mass within the Salamander broke off.
The Salamander had gathered its hatred, made it into a mass, and dropped it.
She could see it taking shape and charging at the party.
Shinar, who had entrusted her consciousness to the fire cloud, watched it all.
She could see the first fire-form being blown apart by a single axe-strike.
“A wicked thing like you?”
Rem must have spat out such words.
She couldn’t hear them from here.
They just looked as small as the palm of her hand.
The parasite of heat was surprised once by what the elf had done, and surprised a second time watching the beings below fight.
The things it was sending now were things from the Salamander’s memory.
In other words, things that had driven the phantom beast back with force.
In the past, the level of knights and magicians was higher than now, and the beasts were also stronger.
Some beasts would bite and rampage against knights.
The level of monsters?
That was needless to say.
The parasite of heat had not lived for a long time, but he too knew of those times.
What the Salamander was spewing out now was a memory of that time, but it was just crumbling without even buying any time.
It was no match at all.
They crumbled one by one with a single blow.
The demon was not flustered nor angry in that moment.
It just corrected its thoughts.
‘Beelrog did not die by luck.’
It was not for nothing that he had heard the word ‘demon.’
Getting angry and annoyed that things had gone wrong was something he could do later.
What he had to see now was reality.
The demon saw reality and heard the voice transmitted by the main body with which it shared consciousness.
‘There is nothing more to be done.’
The moment the thought-form realized that, it began to crumble and scatter slowly like a rotted piece of cloth.
Just because it was gone didn’t mean they could do anything about that phantom beast.
Even if it had separated its hatred and divided into two, was there a place for the phantom beast to live?
There was not.
Therefore, that phantom beast would continue to suffer like that.
In the end, it would be reduced to a servant of the demon.
It would bow its own head, asking for an end to its suffering.
It would become so.
For that reason, he was about to leave, adding a chuckle to his will, when his eyes met the Dragonkin, who had momentarily become a spectator.
To be precise, they had recognized each other.
The reason the Dragonkin had sent his mental body here was simply to remember that bastard demon.
And if he died?
Then he would die.
A Dragonkin originally has no great attachment to life.
That is why they were beings that should not be made an enemy.
A race that would risk its own life and do its best to kill the one who had interfered with its duty.
“Memory complete,” the Dragonkin replied to that laugh.
There was not a trace of a smile on this side.
The demon felt an unaccountable chill.
Shinar saw the demon retreat.
A black smoke that scattered into dots.
The one who had been whispering to the Salamander was gone.
Below, Enkrid, Rem, and the others cut and crushed all the fallen fireballs.
Now what, what should be done?
A Wood Guard is made of wood, and a Dryad is made of leaves and dew.
And this phantom beast had a body made of flames.
However, the Salamander had no parts made of flesh and blood.
That is why it is difficult for that phantom beast to live in this land.
Because it is a land where it is not permitted to live.
All it could do was to endure by falling into a forced sleep, hoping to one day return to its own world.
—Peace.
The Salamander’s wish digs into her heart.
Shinar felt it.
At the same time, she realized that there was more she could do here.
If a human’s specialty is adaptation, a dwarf’s is manufacturing.
If a Frog’s specialty is inquiry, a giant’s is strife.
If a beastkin’s specialty is survival, a Dragonkin’s must be tranquility.
And an elf’s specialty was distortion.
The ability to distort the truth in order to not speak a lie is rooted in their racial characteristics.
‘That phantom beast wishes to return to its original world.’
‘I cannot grant that right now.’
‘The reason it wants to return is not nostalgia, but because it needs a sanctuary.’
‘A peaceful space would be enough for a phantom beast’s sanctuary.’
Also, the phantom beast had never wanted destruction.
It had never wanted slaughter.
Shinar whispered in the ear of the Salamander as it cut off and separated its hatred.
That she would provide a space for it to play.
Half of it was impulse, and the other half was naturalness.
The Salamander had transformed into a blazing fire lizard.
An elf’s specialty is distortion.
What if she could make it so that a being that could normally only feel peace in its own world could do so in the elven city?
It wouldn’t work with a simple method.
She would have to give this being something to eat and rest to its heart’s content.
What does this thing eat?
She couldn’t just give it ordinary fruit.
A Dryad eats only morning dew its entire life.
It would be similar to them.
The Salamander eats flames.
‘What is more fundamental than that?’
Shinar thought, from an elven perspective.
‘Vigor.’
The source is the same, so to be more precise, it would eat magic.
She could have it stay in a forest full of vigor and have it move in exchange for that vigor.
The inspiration came like lightning, and she followed that inspiration.
“A world made only of vigor.”
It was not the world it had originally lived in, but she would construct it in a similar form to the one it lived in through distortion.
Just as the witch Esther opens her world of spells, she could do that.
The method?
It was not difficult.
She already knew of a few such places within the elven city.
Elves live an eternal life.
When it is time for them to accept eternal rest, they finally scatter into vigor.
Their bodies and minds scatter into vigor and permeate the entire city.
That is the final hidden strength that the elven city of Kiraheis possesses.
There is a space where they throw their bodies when they scatter into vigor.
A place called the Forest of Eternal Rest.
She could make something similar to that.
‘Only with vigor.’
Among that, she just had to provide a place with flames.
‘If we need beings who are with flames.’
They would be sufficient to handle such a space.
Among the elves, there are those who are familiar with steel and fire.
They handle both vigor and fire at the same time.
It was a method inspired by that.
At one time, she had hated and detested fire because of the demon, but the elf who had overcome it had made fire her friend.
‘Come with me.’
And so, Shinar guided the phantom beast to the elven city.
To the fire lizard suffering from pain, there could have been no sweeter proposal.
It was a temptation that it could not have refused even if it had been the demon’s proposal.
Enkrid saw the fireballs in front of him clump together and transform into the shape of a person.
In the time it took to raise Dawnforged, the fireball had transformed into a form with two arms and legs. Its build was as large as Audin’s, and it held a sword made of fire in its right hand and a shield-shaped fireball in its left.
It was the last of the Salamander’s hatred.
The fireball, transformed into a fire-form, takes a step.
It gauges the distance and swings its sword.
It was a classic strike to the crown of the head.
BOOM!
The sound follows the movement.
The flames form various lines, confusing his vision.
Enkrid raises Dawnforged at an angle, blocks the fire-blade, and takes three steps back.
It was just outside the blade’s range.
He had even calculated the range of the flames attached to the blade.
Then, the fire-blade cut horizontally through the space he had been in.
The blade, which had been falling vertically, had bent straight, parallel to the ground, and had charged.
Enkrid turned his body to the side and used Dawnforged like a shield to push and deflect the opponent’s blade.
Ch-r-r-r-r-ring.
Fireballs larger than a fingernail scattered in all directions.
Pa-ra-rak.
Enkrid’s cloak moved on its own and blocked the fireballs.
‘Because its body is made of fire.’
It could probably perform such a wild movement regardless of whether its joints were broken or not.
It had swung its sword down from above its head and then bent it to slash.
Of course, he could do it too if he tried, but…
‘Do I have to?’
A moment ago, its joint had bent in the opposite direction.
So it had become an unexpected blow.
It is difficult to gauge an opponent’s skill with insight alone.
Why?
Because it doesn’t fight in a normal form.
It effortlessly performs movements that a human cannot.
It’s not just dangerous because it’s a mass of fire; it should be called a fire-form with outstanding skill.
‘All those with unusual bodies must be similar.’
What if it were a monster that walked on many legs instead of two?
It would show even more bizarre movements.
Enkrid was lost in thought for a moment, then blinked.
For a moment, it seemed as if a blue light was emanating from his eyes.
It was a light that was visible because his resolve and will were boiling over in his body.
It was as he was forging the blade of that resolve.
“Let’s switch if it’s too hard.”
“Brother, I can show you a technique I recently developed.”
“If you’re not going to cut it, then get out out.”
In order, the words of Rem, Audin, and Ragna.
Only Jaxen was silent.
Instead of speaking, he took out a weapon from his hand and equipped it.
It was a weapon presumed to be a relic, so it gave off a chilling feeling.
Though the area was filled with flames, it was a claw that felt a faint chill.
A claw is a weapon that resembles a beast’s claw.
Three blades that held a chill were attached to the back of Jaxen’s hand.
Enkrid, instead of answering, swung his sword.
BOOM!
Dawnforged strikes and breaks the fire-blade.
Then the opponent raises its shield.
A fireball shoots out from the shield and heads for his face.
Enkrid rotates his body half a turn.
Seeing this, Jaxen’s eyes lit up.
A long, long time ago, he had taught him how to block an unexpected blow that stabs at close range.
He had told him to twist his shoulder to narrow the target area, and at the same time, close the distance to attack the opponent.
“It’s difficult.”
“I wouldn’t be teaching it if it were easy.”
A very long time ago.
It was something he had taught him in passing in the days when that man was acting as a squad leader.
Enkrid used the technique from those days naturally.
It was a movement as if he had trained it for days.
It was proof that he had not been negligent in his daily training.
That made Jaxen proud.
Then, Enkrid grabbed the ricasso of Dawnforged with his left hand and the hilt with his right, and thrust the blade upwards like an oar rowing a boat.
The way he swung the sword was something he had learned from Ragna, and the way he planted his left foot and used the elasticity of his entire body was Audin’s.
Finally, it would be fair to say that the headbutt to the head of the man-shaped but mere fireball was Rem’s.
BOOM!
The flames explode in front of his forehead.
‘Indules, ironclad, Indules, ironclad, Indules, ironclad.’
Enkrid repeated internally, adding his will.
And so, he burst the opponent’s fire-head with his forehead, made a gap by pulling back his left foot, and with the sword now held only in his right hand, he unleashed a high-speed slash.
The blade, striking down from above, drew a blue light and cut through the Salamander’s hatred.
BA-BOOM!
The compressed air exploded, and the bisected flame scattered embers in all directions.
The wildly exploding flames set fire to the surroundings.
At some point, the fire cloud in the sky had disappeared.
Enkrid swept his hair up, and his burnt, broken hair scattered like black dust.
And the Dragonkin, who had just woken up, said from behind.
“The elf has done an impressive thing.”
It was a matter related to his duty.
That is why he spoke.
At the same time, Shinar had also just opened her eyes.
Enkrid looked into her eyes.
Her eyes seemed to have a mix of orange in their usual grass-green.
“But is this thing dead?”
Even Rem was unsure.
The moment Enkrid had cut the creature, the presence he had felt from above the fire cloud had completely disappeared.
“I didn’t kill it,” Enkrid replied.
Just before he had swung his sword, he had heard Shinar’s voice.
‘It’s okay to cut it.’
That’s what she had said.
As soon as the two of them finished speaking, a small flame gathered where Enkrid had cut and created a fist-sized lizard.
The lizard flicked a fiery tongue in the air and then retreated.
It then scattered like a mirage.
Enkrid could not know the phantom beast’s movements or its will, but there was something he could faintly feel from the disappearing lizard.
‘Gratitude.’
Well, that’s what it felt like.
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Chapter 836 – Confession
Shinar calmly gathered her breath and raised her body.
The Dragonkin, seeing this, asked, “How did you do it?”
His duty was still tied to the fire lizard.
To be precise, it could be said that it lay in fulfilling the phantom beast’s wish.
“I have prepared a place for it to rest, intoxicated with tranquility,” Shinar said, her face pale.
The Dragonkin pondered for a moment.
Could this be considered his duty fulfilled?
Originally, he had intended to watch over the phantom beast until it returned to its own world.
Why had he set such a goal?
It was to not see the phantom beast suffer.
It had been reasonable to make that a part of his duty.
So, had he achieved his goal?
It was half-achieved and the other half was ambiguously stopped, but the Dragonkin judged that a part of his duty had ended here.
There was nothing more he could do with his own hands.
If the Salamander was in a stable space, it would be impossible for anyone to mess with the phantom beast’s mind and pull any tricks.
His duty was not for the phantom beast to return, but for it to find peace.
The Dragonkin was convinced.
“Damn it, but isn’t this going to burn down the whole city?”
The traces left by the Salamander were vivid. Several large fires still remained in the vicinity.
“It is fine,” Shinar replied.
What happened next was something that would have surprised even Esther.
At Shinar’s gesture, the flames were extinguished, gathered, scattered, and disappeared.
The blazing flames went out with a poof.
It was as if they had been sucked away and vanished.
Although what had been burned away remained as it was, and the heat in the air did not cool down immediately, it was a surprising event nonetheless.
A few embers remained, but as Esther recited a spell towards the sky, a light rain began to fall.
The raindrops caught the remaining flames.
The pattering rain seemed to say that the end of all this was approaching.
“Let’s stop by the upper area before we go. There is a basin,” Shinar said, pointing towards the top of the mountain range.
“It will be difficult to guide you if not now. This friend will fall into a deep sleep.”
Shinar said and held out her hand.
Above it, the small fire lizard she had seen earlier was faintly visible.
Shinar had seen and felt many things while synchronized with the Salamander.
She spoke because of something she had confirmed then.
And also, as an elf who now clearly distinguished what things held high value after having associated with the human, specifically Krais.
Of course, she had known the usefulness of currency well even before she knew Krais.
Even now, she knows that something useful is up there.
That is why she spoke.
“What’s there?” Rem asked.
Shinar seemed to choose her words for a moment, closing and opening her lips.
“What do humans say at times like this? Yes, this will do. The goddess of fortune has winked.”
Hearing those words, Enkrid’s gaze also turned upwards.
Everyone was tired, but not to the point where they couldn’t move.
“Let’s stop by before we go,” Enkrid said.
Ragna seemed to have no interest, but he just followed the flow.
“This is exciting. It feels like opening a treasure chest buried under a ruin, elf-sister,” Audin added, taking a step.
“We have already obtained the real treasure. What we are going to get now is just a byproduct.”
She had made a friend of the phantom beast called the Salamander.
In that moment, Shinar felt a change in the vigor that had settled within her.
She would probably be able to show some impressive skills from now on.
The thought of her fiancé’s surprised face when he saw it naturally gave her strength.
They went straight up the mountain path.
On the way, a peculiar monster called a fire-breathing Drake appeared, but compared to the Salamander a little while ago, it was on a cute level.
THWACK!
Rem cleanly split the creature’s head with his axe, then threw it down the mountain and gauged its position.
Drakes cannot originally breathe fire.
The fact that it did meant its hide had heat resistance.
Its internal organs as well.
If he tore apart its body and examined its structure, he might find something more useful.
“Doesn’t it look good for making clothes from its hide?”
Is it only possible for Rem to see such a monster as mere fabric?
No, Rem wasn’t the only one who saw it that way.
“Plausible, you ignorant brother,” Audin even agreed, and the others just let it pass.
Enkrid also felt he had nothing to say.
For them, dismantling monsters and beasts and turning them into equipment was now a natural thing.
And so, after dispatching a few monsters and beasts, they reached the top of the mountain range.
The basin was wide, enough to hold several hundred people.
Shinar led the way through it.
As they descended into the basin, it felt as if they were surrounded by a circular wall.
The clouds, now closer, enveloped their bodies like a mist and soaked them.
Even though the light rain that Esther had summoned did not reach this far, their entire bodies quickly became damp.
When he lifted his head, the sky was close.
It seemed that if he came here at night, the movement of the stars that Esther liked would be clearly visible. It was the top of a mountain.
The sky was close, and the ground was far.
Turning his gaze to the walls, he could see natural caves here and there, and in front of one of the cave entrances, Shinar stopped and picked up a few pebbles with her fingers.
“Behold.”
On the surface, it looked like a normal stone, but of course it was not.
The Salamander had slept in this basin, and he was a phantom beast made of fire.
This phantom beast had constantly heated and burned the surrounding stones and soil.
How many years had it been?
At least well over a hundred years.
The stone that Shinar had picked up was white, but it held a faint heat.
In other words, it was the discovery of a new magic metal.
“I can see Big-Eyes weeping with joy,” Rem said.
Everyone, including Enkrid, agreed.
The surrounding caves were full of such white stones.
The inside of the caves was the same.
The white stones that emitted heat were mixed in with the other rocks.
‘Has a new vein of ore formed?’
It must be the effect of the Salamander having stayed here for a long time.
***
Everyone headed straight for the Border Guard.
On the way, Rem picked up the Drake’s carcass and asked, just in case, “This won’t be seen as killing your own kind or something, will it?”
He was asking Themares.
The Dragonkin answered naturally.
“Dragonkin are a species that has evolved into a unique form. We are different from Drakes or the dragons of legend.”
Themares said this and seemed to think for a moment, then added, “Though it is true that we are a species derived from dragons.”
“Well, you don’t know how to joke,” Rem said, smoothing over the atmosphere with a pointless comment.
“We should memorize the path,” Ragna said, and Enkrid roughly memorized the way there and back.
It would be a necessary task later if they were to mine all the stones up there.
“If you need a guide later, I will go,” Ragna said.
He was always lazy and seemed bothered, but when it came to finding a path, he would volunteer himself.
Which was why it was even more of a problem.
“No, it’s fine.” Enkrid lightly dismissed the request.
The Dragonkin naturally walked beside Enkrid, and Enkrid, as if he had met an old friend, asked various things.
“Did you originally live here?”
“No, I originally lived in the north.”
“Where in the north?”
“A place full of glaciers. There, I taught those who lived in the glaciers.”
“The Glaciar Rangers?”
“They are still called that I see. I was responsible for one of them.”
“Why?”
“It was my duty. Before, that is, when I was wandering the continent, I made a connection with a human, and by promising to look after his child who was there, I made it my duty to raise him.”
The Dragonkin’s concept of duty was a realm difficult for humans to understand, but Enkrid let it pass unconcerned.
There was a bastard like Rem in the world, so this was nothing to be surprised about.
The Dragonkin, after seeing the subject of his duty grow old and die, had wandered and then discovered the traces of the Salamander.
It wasn’t synchronization on the level of an elf, but he too had read a part of the phantom beast’s heart.
Knowing that there was no such thing as fate in the world, he simply decided to accept this coincidence as a part of his life.
The most dreadful and scary thing for a Dragonkin is ennui.
That is why he always needed something to do.
For the same reason, Themares had been impassive when the child he had raised like his own had grown old and died, and he was unconcerned when he faced the phantom beast’s suffering.
Because of his duty, his emotions did not move.
As they neared the city, Enkrid asked casually, “Don’t you want to finish what we started?”
It was not filled with any shyness.
It was a calm question, but one with a hint of expectation.
It was a face full of soot marks from fighting a phantom beast just a little while ago.
His hair was so burnt that he would have to take time to fix it, with some of his bangs curled up.
In a way, it could have looked funny, but no one thought him so.
“You look like a man possessed by madness,” the Dragonkin said, recalling a memory from his past.
How long had he lived?
He couldn’t count.
Even looking through all that time, this was the first time he had seen such a human.
He vaguely remembered hearing similar words from his father, whom he had parted with in his childhood.
“A peculiar moment, a peculiar being. Such things are enjoyable. When the moment of feeling enjoyment comes, you will know the meaning of my words.”
Themares now understood the meaning of the words he had not been curious about nor interested in until now.
A Dragonkin’s life is filled with ennui.
So much so that it would be fine to give up if not for the anchor of duty.
A being that brings stimulation to such a life—to a Dragonkin, there was nothing more precious.
“A refusal?” the human who shakes that ennui asks.
“I accept,” Themares answered immediately.
The human named Enkrid smiled upon hearing that answer.
That smile was so charming it was impossible to refuse.
“It’s a smile that makes one want to change their gender.”
It was not an easy task to recreate a world made of vigor and put the Salamander in it.
On top of that, she had climbed up the mountain.
It was Shinar, panting from exhaustion.
And yet, her gaze turned.
“Change what?” she asked, and the Dragonkin answered impassively.
“Dragonkin are a metamorphic species.”
Themares was currently in a male form, but it was also possible for him to change into a female form, and he had spent half of his life as a female.
He could become a she.
In fact, when he was in the north, Themares had looked after people as a mother, not a father.
Esther’s gaze was not on the Dragonkin, but on Enkrid.
There would be nothing to worry about whether the Dragonkin became a woman or not.
From that man’s perspective, would it matter if the Dragonkin had a bountiful heart or a third leg?
“Are you tired? Should we rest a bit before we do it?”
Enkrid asked again.
This human was a peculiar individual.
It was so even in Themares’s eyes.
They were in the middle of descending a mountain path, and they had just come from a battle, yet how common was a madman who urged to fight again immediately?
Moreover, the will that shone within him was so brilliant.
“It’s not good to push your body recklessly, you madman. And this isn’t even a flat ground,” Rem, rarely, said the right thing.
“Didn’t I say that taking care of your body and resting is also a part of training? Have you forgotten, brother?”
“This way. Where is everyone going?”
Audin also added a word, and Jaxen silently guided the way, ignoring Ragna who was trying to take the lead.
“I know. I mean after we go down,” Enkrid said, showing his disappointment.
The Dragonkin naturally joined them, but no one questioned it.
This too was a peculiar event, but Dragonkin were a race that was not interested in such relationships in the first place, and these madmen were seasoned to their commander’s madness.
So everyone was impassive.
The rain that Esther had summoned became a little thicker.
The pattering rain began to strike the leaves with a thud-thud sound.
There was no trace of monsters in the vicinity.
It was partly because Jaxen, who was guiding the way, was avoiding them, but it was also because the monsters that had been nearby had all been burned to death by the Salamander’s appearance.
Rem occasionally checked the surrounding traces on the way.
This was a part of his charge unit’s patrol route.
The burn marks were vivid here and there.
But there were no human bodies.
The smell of blood and burning was mixed, but there probably weren’t many dead from this.
“Enki, you’ll have to carry me.” Shinar said amidst the falling rain.
“It’s hard to walk.”
She asked again.
Elves speak the truth.
Distortion is their specialty, but they do not speak lies.
It meant that walking was difficult, not impossible.
Enkrid’s gaze was fixed on the elf.
“It shouldn’t be that bad,” Esther said, walking beside him.
Shinar looked at the witch with indifferent eyes for a moment, then just said, “How petty,” and took a step.
After that, the elf did not insist.
And so, after a few words and passing through the charred mountain path, they descended.
The city came into view, and the soldiers who had been on high alert discovered them.
Rem threw the Drake’s carcass in a suitable place.
“Take care of this.”
“Yes, sir.”
A soldier with sharp discipline headed for the monster’s carcass.
Some soldiers gave a military salute, and the party passed by.
Behind them, a group of soldiers whispered.
“Why does it seem like there’s one more person?”
It seemed they had reflexively counted their numbers.
The Dragonkin had thus naturally joined them and entered the city.
“You’re here,” Krais greeted the party.
Then, Enkrid handed him the white stone, and Esther explained that it was a new magic metal.
After hearing the whole story, Krais put aside the matter of the Dragonkin joining them for later and threw a sincere confession of love.
“Shinar, have I ever told you that I love you?”
“You have not. And I have never wished for it.”
Shinar, being an elf, pushed him away with the truth, but it was as if Krais couldn’t even hear her.
“What did you say you needed in the elven city? An elven-style salon? If there’s anything you want, just say the word.”
“That human’s eyes have gone strange, fiancé.”
“He’s always like that.”
Just a little while ago, Krais had been imagining the worst, filled with anxiety and worry that the price for refusing the demon’s proposal would not be small.
He momentarily forgot his anxiety.
A joy of that magnitude had come to him.
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