《She Decided Not To Get Revenge》


 CH 1

    Red waves flow like the sunset over the square. Resentment flowed like blood as she gritted her teeth. It was a day when she couldn¡¯t tell what was what. So that day, she washed her hands on something, as she doesn¡¯t know if it¡¯s a terrible death or resentment that awaits her.


    She decided not to take revenge.


    Fifteen years ago, the High elf, Prince Schaurillin Inborgia, who had been serving as prime minister for four hundred years, destroyed the Agreta family. The first and last exercise of power to summary judgement granted only to him in Roschodur. Under the terrifying charge of treason, the prestigious family was engulfed in flames without even a trial.


    After two and a half years, when speculations about their innocence were raised, the only survivor, Schaurillin¡¯s Kat-, or Katlena Agreta, no longer the ¡®Schaullin¡¯s¡¯ Kat, became a count.


    She lost all her blood, lost everything she had, and couldn¡¯t even return to the bloody mansion. There¡¯s no place for her to lean on.


    At the age of twelve she had tasted the futility of life.


    The bottom of the world.


    ***


    Under the luxurious chandelier at the party, Katlena Agreta frowned for a moment then tried to open her eyes. A black cape fluttered and fell over her dark green dress uniform.


    It was autumn at the age of twenty-seven.


    Finally, she became the seventh great sage of the time recognized by the Wizard Tower. Since she was young, she has been talented in fire magic. Her mother was small but a flame-based wizard.


    Pain and despair were used as fuel to refine her talent. Just after the day her respected teacher cut her family, something dark appeared in Katlena¡¯s heart.


    Would it be nice to say if it was the darkness of the heart?


    After losing her family, she became obsessed with elemental magic. As she was familiar with the natural fire magic, her major magic became a flame world, but she tried not to neglect other magic elements. Because she knew too well that it would be her only barrier.


    The result was the title of Great Sage. Of course, not everyone in the world acknowledged that fact. Whether she was too young to be recognized by the Wizard Tower, her wise title was given a variety of reasons.


    Katlena reorganized Roschodur¡¯s administrative system last summer. She was informed that the achievement had been calculated with magic. She was told that the miserable situation was also taken into account.


    There are those who say that the name was given because it was impossible to overlook the fact that she¡¯s an authoritative noble of Roschodur and a favorite disciple of the sage Rosetta.


    Applying such an excuse won¡¯t erase her magical talent and achievement. Katlena¡¯s dark eyes briefly rolled for a moment without a word.


    But either way was fine. As long as she got the title of the Great Sage. The ultimate goal was achieved, so even if there was another reason attached to it, Katlena¡¯s satisfaction was not undermined.


    The reorganization of the administrative system was something that had to be done anyway, and since the work was successful, she was satisfied with it. Either way, it was something that needed to be done.


    During the fifteen years absence of the capable prime minister, Roschodur had run as a rogue.


    When each of the unbearable nobles was given a beacon and sent down to the provinces, each local lord formed their own manor and began to think of the Emperor as an easy man.


    As a result, it was scattered to each province, and the people didn¡¯t feel a sense of belonging to the Empire. In fact, it did not have the meaning of the ¡®Empire¡¯.


    She decided that measures should be taken before it was too late.


    Due to the incident eighteen years ago, the competent Prince Inborgia had been in custody, and a long time had passed without taking any proper action.


    In the end, Katlena, a new generation talent who had even studied in Murta, the kingdom of Mado beyond the sea, where technology was extremely advanced, had no choice but to take the lead. In a way, it¡¯s like a crime.


    First she checked the taxation and administrative efficiency of the lords in each province.


    In addition, under the excuse of providing administrative help, administrators were intensively sent to areas where they could not pay ¡®appropriate¡¯ taxes. Of course, regions that fail to pay appropriate taxes¡¯ means areas with high permanent autonomy.


    Most of the dispatched administrators were from Katlena Agreta. It was easy to manipulate because it was a subjective standard, such as ¡®appropriate¡¯. Eating the backs of those who were ignorant of the legal system was a breeze. It was a shame because the centralized system had not yet completely lost its light. For the time being, she put scissors on every place that seemed to interfere with the central government, and cut off the sprout.


    Second, she stood up with the pretext of spending the welfare budget. After encouraging the spread of letters for the nobility and the common people, the chivalry also spread novels.


    As the novel, which had been ignored for decades as an entertainment novel, gained public popularity, competent knights who wanted to have wonderful honor and loyalty like in the novel, that was, who had no hope because they had no back, began to come to the capital.


    The commoners came to have respect for the nobility and the imperial family.


    So, this was enough. She was a great flame wizard, she earned the title of the great sage, both noble and commoner supported her. Everyone in the world knows of her greatness and fears her.


    In exchange for losing her youth, she held all the glory in the world at a young age of twenty-seven. So why did she do it?


    Ultimately, It was the way to reach her goal.


    ¡°I know you left early last night, but you still look tired.¡±


    A party to celebrate her great sage title drew a myriad of people to examine this young, competent, and ruthless new administrative minister. Katlena Agreta glanced and checked the faces of the people who talked to her. She has a faint smile on her face. People were paying keen attention to whether there was someone trying to speak to Katlena Agreta. She would need to repay the enthusiastic attention with a suitable topic.


    ¡°When I saw a bug crawling into the house, I accidentally shot it.¡± Katlena answered softly.


    Not like the main character of the party, she was leaning against the wall and finally she stood upright and came out.


    ¡°It¡¯s embarrassing, but when I see bugs, I get startled because I¡¯m a human too. But a gun? I guess it¡¯s too much to catch a bug.¡± Katlena muttered in a high pitched voice as if reading a play script.


    ¡°Yeah, it was an overkill that wasn¡¯t suitable for the situation. It was Murta¡¯s magic bullet. The smell of burnt was terrifying, so I didn¡¯t know what to do and tried to clean it up, and ended up going to bed a little late.¡±


    With no other place for her to stay, she spent her childhood in the Wizard¡¯s Tower. Fortunately, she realized her extraordinary talent for fire magic, and her ability was greatly recognized. She even went to study in Murta, the kingdom of Mado.


    She was a natural administrator, like her father, perhaps because she had a good influence related to administration.


    She was good with the number systems and calculations. At the age of nineteen, she completed the intensive training of the great sage of the wizard tower, and at the age of twenty-three, she obtained a diploma from the Murta University.


    At the age of twenty-five, she returned to Roschodur and became a senior administrator, and at the age of twenty-seven, she became an administrative minister under the title of the great sage.


    She was the only person to replace the forty year role of Shaurillin Inborgia who remains in ruins, raising the name of the family and being promised to the top of the Duke.


    In the coming month, she would become the Duke.


    What¡¯s in her hand? Nothing, there¡¯s nothing in her hand.


    ¡°Did you notice that I didn¡¯t get enough sleep? Oh, my! I put on makeup to hide it.¡± Katlena Agreta replied with a calm smile


    Count Agreta¡¯s family was framed for treason and destroyed. Three years later, when the only survivor who was framed, regained her family¡¯s honor she was called to the convent and got reinstated, at the age of twelve, she was already Count Agreta.


    Katlena grinned as she recalled the three Alves spies she had killed last night with magic bullets engulfed in black flames. Beneath the crimson red hair that flutters in the wind, she anticipated that the acrid and bloody smell the spread last night would blow soon.


    Then ultimately she got here. If so, then it¡¯s time to do it. Katlena Agreta was gentle and kind, with so much luck.


    ¡°What are you worried about? I was going to talk about something important today, but I wanted to add some concern.¡±


    ¡°Are you talking about something important?¡±


    There was suspicion that the bug that was shot and killed was not a real insect. They were probably looking forward to it and asked about a story that might come out of that extension.


    When a young aristocrat came to introduce himself, Katlena smiled coldly at him. That question was indeed necessary. With a grateful smile, she replied softly.


    ¡°Wouldn¡¯t it be time for Prince Inborgia to return to the capital?¡±


    Katlena Agreta whispered lazily, like a person who recited a very natural story. Ignoring the astonishment and frightening gaze, in a sad voice as if immersed in memories. Without a single smile on her sharp dark eyes.


    ¡°He has made a greater contribution to this country than anyone else over the past four hundred years. Who else, if not me, could ask His Majesty again for him who Roschodur truly needs? This was what I wanted to say. So I dare to take advantage of this honorable occasion today.¡±


    Ignoring the old Emperor¡¯s mad expression, looking at her as if she were crazy, he smiled as if it were drawn by Katlena Agreta. She thought of the elf with lemon-colored hair.


    ¡°Fifteen years ago, I urged you to reduce the sentence of Shaurillin, the Prime Minister of Inborgia, who was sentenced to 40 years for insulting the Agreta family and committing hasty punishment for misjudgment, and bring him back to the capital.¡±


    Finally she would bring him to her. The backbone of this country, which has become her domain completely.


    ¡°If you give me permission, I would bear and take responsibility for all the necessary resources and party preparations for his return.¡±


    And she laughed very pleasantly. Katlena Agureta hung a unique cool and picturesque smile around her lips and picked up a glass of champagne in a neat manner. Asking the Emperor to lift the glass together, she recited coldly.


    ¡°If His Majesty understands my will and grants him a reduction in his sentence¡­¡±


    When the Marquis Rochester whispered a few words to the conflicting Emperor¡¯s ear, the Emperor seemed to have no choice.


    With a little complicated and subtle anticipation, she raised the glass of champagne. And with the abstract permission, Katlena Agreta expressed her sincere gratitude and swallowed a lemon-colored drink that burst air bubbles over her thirsty throat.


    ¡®Lemon color¡¯. Whenever she thought of the beautiful elf with lemon-colored hair that was as bright as the champagne, she always had to feel that burning thirst.


    A burning mansion. A bloody mother¡¯s bed. After passing through a bloody hall that would only appear in a mysterious novel, she rushed out holding a spectacular baby dress.


    In the red square, her eyes met with Shaurillin Inborgia. Under the pale colored hair of a lemon tree fruit. The pointed ears, like the representation of being non-human, glared at Katlena Agreta. A person who was not human hits her father¡¯s neck.


    It was not long before Katlena Agreta put the cup down and declared it in a friendly manner.


    ¡°Look forward to it. It¡¯s going to be a huge party.¡±


    ***


    The world shook when it became known that she had made a statement to the Emperor.


    Katlena Agreta was a sample of the Goddesses counselor. From the humiliating moment when she lost her father in front of her eyes at the age of nine and put her forehead on the floor in the dirtiest and lowest place in front of the Palace at the age of twelve.


    How intense the black flames are burning in that cold heart. How monstrous anger she may have had. None of the people knew where the origin of the hatred that whipped her life came from.


    So everyone thought. Since it was not possible to assassinate the Duke of Inborgia, who has been confined on a remote island, she was trying to bring him to the capital to kill him and eliminate him.


    There was ¡®it¡¯ in the capital city. The secret assassination group ¡®Lupus¡¯ of Katlena Agreta.


    So, perhaps, Lupus would eventually kill Shaurillin Inborgia.


    While disturbing rumors were spreading as if they were carried out with the wind wings on their backs, the title of the Duke will be given to Katlena the next week.


    Shaurillin Inborgia stepped on Roschodur¡¯s land for the first time in fifteen years. Thinking that if he go to the capital, he may be cut off by the secret assassination group of renowned Katlena Agreta. However, as soon as Shaurillin arrived at the imperial palace garden she accidentally encountered Katlena Agreta who looked very calm.


    She stood with a unique iron mask-like face, with neither an expression nor pretending to be welcoming. Under the bright red hair, the pitch-black darkness shook gently like the surface of the still ink.


    For a while, they stood face to face without saying a word. After staring at the beautiful face of Shaurillin Inborgia, who had not changed a bit, she said this for quite a while.


    ¡°It¡¯s been a while since I saw you.¡±


    With her neck drawn long in an arrogant and strong manner, she flipped out a black feather fan to cover her mouth and lay her eyes. There was a chill in the smiling eyes of an adult.


    ¡°Unlike the hasty thoughts of the world, I have no intention of retaliating against you in such a blunt way, Your Excellency.¡±


    At the same time, she said this.


    ¡°But you can¡¯t have the most naive thought that I forgave you, right? You who are so brilliant.¡±


    When Roschodur¡¯s 400-year-old prime minister, Shaurillin Inborgia, heard that, he naturally thought of this. ¡®Oh, my. First of all, I should write a will and¡­¡¯


    Talking lukewarmly, Katlena Agreta interestingly pulled her chin up. Looking down at Shaurillin Inborghia with an expression as if looking at a unique person.


    There was no avoidance of either gazes. Until two pairs of eyes that seem to be exploring each other have different smiles they turn a blind eye toward each other. Then, when each other¡¯s eyes laughed in a subtle form, Katlena Agreta turned around first. Shaurillin Inborgia would be going into the palace, and she was on her way out of the palace.


    Without regret, the first encounter in fifteen years ended.


    The fluttering red-haired knife like a winding rose vine, Katlena Agreta thought about the upcoming ¡®party.¡¯


    ¡®Yes, I decided not to take revenge.¡¯


    Because she knew that it would be the wisest way.

 CH 2

    The sky continent of Camamita and the four specialities of the human state of the Roschodur Empire.


    The Nettle bread that you couldn¡¯t forget the taste, once you eat it.


    Rosetta, the Sage of the East Forest.


    Prince Inborgia, the 400-year-old High Elf who has been naturalized in the human Empire.


    And, the dark flame mage, the Great Sage, Duchess Katlena Agreta.


    The cold and ruthless life of this woman, who doesn¡¯t know the heart of a person, was dotted with modifiers such as ¡®youngest¡¯, ¡®iron-blooded¡¯, or ¡®scary¡¯.


    There was even a rumor that whoever draws out Duchess Agreta¡¯s smile would save the most beautiful bride in the world.


    At the very least, the ¡®world¡¯s most beautiful bride¡¯ wouldn¡¯t be the Duchess of Agreta herself.


    According to legend, Duchess Agreta was a human being who¡¯s unable to love, and human warmth that once existed within her has long since vanished.


    400 years ago, Duchess Agreta lost all of her family in the hands of Schaurillin Inborgia. So the world automatically assumed this when she directly recommended the Emperor appoint Schaurillin Inborgia, an iron supporter who devastated the family.


    ¡®Ah! Finally, Duchess Agreta will break Schaurillin Inborgia¡¯s neck!¡¯


    In what method and how thoroughly this vicious Duchess¡¯s revenge was planned when she dared to summon the family¡¯s head to the capital where her secret assassination group took control.


    I. The Cold-Blooded Duchess, Katlena Agreta.


    i. With welcoming words.


    ???


    ¡°Schauri, Schauri!¡±


    With a smile on her face the girl ran on the soft grass between the rose gardens. Young expectations shown on her rose-colored cheeks.


    ¡°Schauri! Show us magic!¡±


    After receiving the call, the white fairy, whose cheeks were kissed by the sun, raises his head.


    A faintly gentle affection passes over his beautiful sculpture-like face. Opening his grape-like purple eyes affectionately, he replied.


    ¡°I¡¯m afraid you¡¯ll fall, so walk slowly. I¡¯m someone who won¡¯t disappear. So, it¡¯s about magic again?¡±


    And like the fairy in the fairy tale books, the tall fairy opens his arms affectionately to the small person in front of him.


    ¡°Good. What magic do you want to see today?¡±


    ???


    Surprisingly, Schaurillin Inborgia¡¯s neck was still attached three days later.


    People around the world were now talking about how clever the assassination technique was.


    In fact, Schaurillin¡¯s own thoughts weren¡¯t that different. He didn¡¯t believe he was going to be assassinated.


    Half-Elf Miro Rosway, the assistant of Schaurillin Inborgia, sighed as he brought the special paper for the suicide note, that he had actually ordered, to Schaurillin¡¯s room.


    It was a unique type of magical paper that was mostly used in Wills. The major county, which produces this special paper that couldn¡¯t be forged or reproduced, was also the main county, but rumors circulating around the world made people feel uneasy.


    Miro was allowed into the bedroom a little slower than usual after a courteous knock and a few seconds of waiting.


    He walked into the room, unsure if the lord had overslept. If it was unexpected, it would be, and if it was natural, it didn¡¯t appear that the access was delayed due to oversleeping.


    Miro ran into the high elf, who was already well-dressed, sitting on the patio railing.


    His hair, which was cut short near the back of his neck like a knife, shined with the color of a lemon, like the sun.


    The pale yellow tail was swaying with a handful of elegant metal decorations on the back of his neck. Lemon-colored hair of various lengths would normally be tied only in a long tail and hung behind the back.


    The hair was ever beautiful, like the afterimage of the sunlight that came in between the leaves, and was simply characterized in lemon color. Trees, woods, and a faint smell of earth are buried in bright golden hair like shards of time.


    The purple eyes with a hint of sadness on his beautiful face that never ages were used to cynically depict the period in which elves have lived.


    Despite the fact that Miro¡¯s blood was mixed, the half elf¡¯s constitution was nearly human-like, with the exception of life and aging speed, and therefore it looked to be rather diverse.


    Miro Rosway¡¯s gaze has been drifting on its complexity for the past forty years of his service. For a short time, he had to pay close attention to the lost clarity before deciding what to do when he came face to face with the high elf in the brilliant morning sun, as he did now.


    Originally, it was thought that elves, especially high elves, had long hair.


    Schaurillin, on the other hand, appeared to have a sharp bob from the front and side. The long tail shakes like an ornament only when viewed from behind.


    Some said it was God¡¯s sign of devotion to the human Empire, while others said it was a mark of a traitor who had broken a clan¡¯s territory.


    Like a dance with delicate steps, the vivid purple eyes, which peered out of the terrace as if lost in thought, briefly fell down and then turned again toward Miro Rosway.


    A faint smile was laid over the high elves¡¯ stern and sculptural face.


    Schaurillin gave him a gentle greeting. Then Rosway was called out from the never-ending stream of short ideas.


    ¡°Good morning, Miro.¡±


    ¡°Prince Schaurillin, have you slept?¡± Miro Rosway replied a beat late.


    ¡°Yes. Maybe it¡¯s because of the ¡®dream¡¯, but I woke up a little early.¡±


    Schaurillin, who jumped off the terrace railing, gestured lucidly to the bird in the cage.


    A friendly long-tailed golden bird, which flew from the birdcage without a door, sat on his index finger and rubbed its beak.


    ¡°I haven¡¯t received a handover yet, so we don¡¯t have any work to hold on to till late at night. What¡¯s in your hand anyway? I believe it¡¯s still too early for the paperwork that¡¯s allocated for me to be received and confirmed.¡± Schaurillin says.


    ¡°This is the special paper you ordered, Prince Schaurillin.¡± Miro replied.


    ¡°Come to think of it, I ordered something like that.¡± Schaurillin smiled, as if he was having a good time.


    He approached Rosway and received the special paper.


    For the time being, the special paper was provided as requested, but Miro Rosway appeared to be uneasy once more.


    ¡°Don¡¯t put fire to such rumors for no reason, if you order a suicide note or something, stories will spread that you¡¯re terrified.¡± Miro advises.


    ¡°If you¡¯re afraid, be afraid, I don¡¯t know when I¡¯ll die, so I¡¯ll fill up a document ahead of time to express my position.¡±


    Schaurillin, who responded strangely, stepped in front of a tiny desk in front of the terrace, holding the suicide note.


    He pushed a big oak desk with his toes alone, despite having a clear and thin body figure.


    He sat on the edge of the terrace and took out a flag pen while he pushed the desk attached to the inside of the wall with his toes and placed it in the center of the terrace.


    Regardless of Rosway¡¯s unhappy expression, Schaurillin began writing down on the special paper.


    ¡°I¡¯m not sure how powerful Duchess Agreta¡¯s hidden assassination group is but I don¡¯t intend to give up, even if it¡¯s greater than the rumors. However, in any race, life¡¯s often brief and unpredictable. I should be prepared for my death even if I don¡¯t know when I¡¯ll die.¡±


    ¡°Kat won¡¯t do that.¡±


    When Miro couldn¡¯t take it any longer and brought it up, Schaurillin smiled.


    ¡°She¡¯s no longer my ¡®Kat¡¯, Miro.¡±


    ¡°But¡­¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m the one who killed her family, and Katlena Agreta is the one who survived the barren world alone for eighteen years after losing her family and secured a position with her own hands. Though I don¡¯t believe all her rumors are true, it¡¯s not uncommon for a subjective and determined hypocrite to be branded a tyrant.¡±


    Whether Miro¡¯s expression brightened for a moment or not, Schaurillin continued to speak.


    ¡°However, for such an ambitious and competent person, the more she organizes her past resentment, the better. In order to raise one¡¯s political dignity, it¡¯s neat to use the annoying old enemy as an example to solve it, in any case, She¡¯s not the kid from twenty years ago. Getting confused won¡¯t do us any good.¡±


    Regardless of Miro¡¯s opinion, Schaurillin spoke himself honestly.


    From his perspective, Duchess Agreta, whom he greeted in front of the Imperial Palace, was nothing more than a stranger. It was strange to say the least.


    It wasn¡¯t just because a 15-year-old child had suddenly grown up. It¡¯s not merely that he hasn¡¯t followed her development and is surprised by the sudden change.


    Katlena Agreta, whom he knew, was not cold nor twisted. He thinks that it changed color or has taken on a darker shape as she reaches a high level of fire magic, but that¡¯s just a guess. It was difficult for him to accept and adjust to such drastic change only because he guessed the reason.


    He simply felt out of place. First and foremost, it couldn¡¯t be the same or close to what it was 18 years ago.


    Schaurillin had predicted that this would happen eventually fifteen years ago, when he glanced down at Katlena, who had put his head on the floor in front of the palace.


    After checking Miro¡¯s expression, which is now almost in tears, Schaurillin grinned softly as if he couldn¡¯t help himself while composing a suicide letter.


    He shook his head and added a few more lines to the will.

 CH 3

    ¡°I made a mistake. I¡¯m sorry.¡±


    When Merlin apologized, Katlena Agreta smiled for a brief while before reaching out her hand with a stern expression.


    Merlin immediately handed her the stack of papers.


    They were on their way to meet the administrator¡¯s new officers. She was about to go through all of the paperwork one by one.


    Katlena took a few steps forward and lowered her gaze to the documents.


    ¡°So, how¡¯s the preparation going for the party?¡±


    They were discussing the party in celebration of Schaurillin Inborgia¡¯s return, which was why her mind was always wandering elsewhere.


    It was also due to the fact that Katlena Agreta picked Count Agreta¡¯s former mansion as the party location.


    The mansion, which had been sealed and untouched for a long time, was being trimmed by Katlena Agreta¡¯s direct administration.


    Even her aides were agitated by the odd choice of location.


    ¡®Was that absolutely necessary? Or was there some malicious plot in the work?¡¯


    It was a reasonable suspicion.


    However, it¡¯s not the moment to raise such a doubt, and it would probably not be an issue if a third-party subordinate does so first. But it was actually reckless.


    Contrary to public opinion, Katlena Agreta was a person that was very difficult to anger.


    She wasn¡¯t the type to react coldly to a single blunder. It was, however, necessary to fix what she had warned about.


    Merlin made a quick report after attempting to eliminate these thoughts.


    ¡°As you¡¯ve instructed, we chose the old Count Agreta¡¯s mansion as the party location. The tough blood stains were removed with magic, and the arches, which we¡¯re decorated with colorful flowers and white cloth-cover, were now placed on the road of Piazza of the Circle.¡±


    ¡°The scenery would be wonderful under the autumn sun.¡±


    ¡°Yes, as you stated, we are now working with costume specialists and city planners to ensure the most magnificent sunset, however¡­¡±


    ¡°However?¡±


    ¡°I advise that the old Agreta mansion¡¯s a place where the memorial services were not properly held, I wonder if he might get angry.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t believe in ghosts.¡±


    Katlena Agreta gave a cold answer and went over a few documents and looked through the data on dress codes, catering, sponsored ornaments, and municipal plans.


    She muttered lazily after taking a thorough look at the data and pointing out some areas for improvement.


    ¡°What about the three who said they¡¯d quit?¡±


    ¡°I offered them an ¡®appropriate¡¯ reward and because we needed personnel to prepare for the party, we announced the recruitment of new staff without delay.¡±


    ¡°Good.¡±


    Katlena¡¯s dark eyes briefly bent like a rainbow curve and widened quickly when she remembered the three Alves who were questioned, with pale expressions, how humans knew the ¡®mark¡¯.


    Satisfaction burns brightly in her heart. She raised her head slightly, her demeanor unmistakably kind and gorgeous.


    ¡°By the way, you¡¯ll need to arrange a substantial meat menu.¡±


    ¡°As instructed, we prepared mainly vegetarian-oriented meals to suit the tastes of the elves, but we also set up a meat menu for the others at the same time. We also paid attention to the seasoning so that the meat menu¡¯s scent does not spread too much, and if you let me know any more problems, I¡¯ll talk to the chefs about it.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s best to leave meals with strong spices, you can¡¯t design a menu that reduces cooking to a minimum by relying on the raw flavor, elves are sensitive to blood. If we go on like this there¡¯s no reason to cut down on meat.¡±


    ¡°Was it true that elves don¡¯t eat meat because of it¡¯s bloody odor?¡± Merlin asked.


    Humans were unfamiliar with heterogeneous peoples such as Elves, Alves, and Delphines.


    Katlena Agreta was familiar with the heterogeneity, either as a result of her childhood connections or Rosetta¡¯s education, but her aides were not.


    They were always dealing with heterogeneous people only as per Katlena¡¯s instruction and also by paying attention to, and coordinating what she pointed out.


    Katlena glanced at Merlin, who had been thinking about a truly peaceful race, with a gentle expression and then smiled briefly.


    It wasn¡¯t really an appealing smile. She immediately wiped it off her face. With cold eyes, she lowered her gaze.


    As the season changed, the green trees began to slowly change.


    Looking at the lavish garden of Count Agreta¡¯s mansion, she answered coldly.


    ¡°Of course, maintaining composure in the presence of the stench of blood would be difficult, they are those who spend their entire lives slashing throats on the battlefield.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°To say that elves are a peaceful race is nothing more than a fairy tale, to say that they¡¯re connected to animals and plants, and that they are gentle because they care about nature is nothing more than a human fantasy, Merlin.¡±


    Katlena Agreta shook the tapestry¡¯s ornamental with her fingertips as she gave various instructions after receiving urgent estate news from other counselors who had just arrived.


    ¡°In my life, I¡¯ve never encountered such violent and aggressive tribes.¡±


    ¡°Then¡­¡±


    ¡°This.¡±


    Merlin tried to ask back, but her words were drowned out by Katlena Agreta¡¯s ¡°sighs¡± which seemed to indicate that she had discovered something.


    Duchess Agreta waved her hand and offered Merlin a little smile.


    ¡°Oh, I almost forgot. The simple color composition and qualities of the decorations to be placed on the center fountain were known ahead of time, the shapes of the surrounding decorations must have been prepared accordingly, right?¡±


    ¡°Yes, of course¡­¡±


    ¡°The decoration will be delivered this afternoon, so please go and receive it properly.¡±


    ¡®Was her description of the elves¡¯ ferocity a result of personal oppression?¡¯


    Merlin kept a simple thought, and didn¡¯t say anything, and simply answered ¡°yes¡± and received the documents back.


    Merlin, who had been silently staring at Katlena Agreta, was asked one more time to handle the decoration with care.


    ¡°Was it because it¡¯s a gift from some noblemen?¡± Merlin asked.


    ¡°It¡¯s a symbol of a peace treaty.¡± Katlena answered.


    That was enough to explain everything. Katlena Agreta, on the other hand, provided a more detailed explanation.


    ¡°It¡¯s a gift from Ilinai Nuetta Higgin, the Alves King.¡±


    ???


    ¡°Crazy¡­¡±


    A hissing sound and intense taste of blood flowed from his throat.


    The uncovered moan was caught in a hazy breath and got entangled around his chin.


    There wasn¡¯t enough mana left to keep his human appearance. The man¡¯s earlobes gradually expanded and became pointy.


    After a long chase, a distinct ¡®mark¡¯ engraved on the back of his hand began flashing loudly.


    The patterns that distinguished their qualities and associations, represented how God ¡®engraved¡¯ the fairies from birth, flashed as if they felt the danger.


    He had to recover his mana. As the pointy-eared fugitive hurried around the corner, a strong wind blew in front of him.


    It was at that point that he instinctively bent his head. A strong gust of wind clawed the back of his head, and a violent thunderstorm ripped through the city¡¯s walls, leaving a scar as if engraved on the wall, chasing him down to blow his head off.


    A black-clad man holding a sword that was deeply curved was striding after him.


    It had the appearance of a ghost. However, no matter how he looked at the aspect of his body or shape, he was clearly human.


    The black-clad man¡¯s power was so terrifying that it made the fugitive think otherwise.


    The fugitive had the impression that he was dealing with a high-ranking Alves.


    The black-clad man has magical scars on his face, as if he was copying the minds of elves.


    The black fairy, who was grinding his teeth, finally faced the man.


    ¡°How dare you¡­¡±


    ¡°What do you mean?¡±


    Two assassins wearing black clothes finally pushed the fairy into the wall and muttered indifferently.


    ¡°May you be grateful to those who give you the honor of ending your lowly life by tearing it apart with the wings of Lupus.¡±


    The lightning, which squeezed the last mana left of the fugitive, began to flash in the hands of the Alves men in a deep lead-colored light.


    The cold lightning, which he never thought would be useful against human assassins, began to rip through the outskirts of Roschodur¡¯s capital.


    ???


    In the distant past, God made a promise to man and said,


    ¡°I will build your kingdom in the sky to avoid the suffering of the earth. As a token of that, I will send you a fairy as my messenger.¡±


    ???


    According to old literature by the sky continent of Camamita, there are ¡®white fairies¡¯, ¡®black fairies¡¯, and ¡®gray fairies¡¯ on the sky continent.


    The white fairy living in the Carpenta forest was called the Elf, and the black fairy living in the rocky mountains in the wilderness and glacier adjacent to the forest was called the Alves.


    Finally, although there¡¯s no frequent interaction with humans, the gray fairy living in the water is called Delphine.


    People called the elven race as the people that heard the voice of God.


    They are said to have pointy ears to listen to the voice of God, and have grown taller to get closer to the sky.


    However, this was only a legend, and according to promising scholars, it¡¯s presumed to have originated from a race of completely different origin from humans.


    Regardless of the origin, the elves use trees and forests as their home, and build sacred places by stacking stones. And living by protecting the Holy Land was their mission and only moral ethics.


    All races in wartime, which exclude invaders and strangers, are now based in adjacent territories.


    In other words, the elves were on alert with humans and were hostile to Alves and Delphine.


    Therefore, high elf Schaurillin, who abandoned his mission of protecting the Holy Land and ran into the human world, was a traitor for a long time within the Elven society.


    Aside from the fact that a four hundred-year-old Duke was viewed as a sign of peace that represents an Empire¡¯s well-being, Miro Rosway would not be able to respond and would remain silent if asked what his essence was.


    For the fifty-year-old half-elf, Miro Rosway, who spent most of his life in human land without ever having experienced proper communication with the elves, the principles of elven society were just an incomprehensible story.


    However, even in such a maze, he only knew Schaurillin was living an ¡®out of the norm¡¯ life.


    As the name suggests, Schaurillin was living a life out of standard.


    A life that seems to have no intention of being defined by anything.


    And even before finding a magic item to contact the Alves King, Miro Rosway had to respond to an unexpected guest who came and felt the same impression as when dealing with Schaurillin.


    It was Katlena Agreta.


    Katlena Agreta sat elegantly while sipping tea, with an authoritative and faint smile that seemed to have been painted by herself in the room of Schaurillin Inborgia.


    ¡®Shouldn¡¯t that be the case?¡¯, ¡®What are you thinking?¡¯. These thoughts crossed his mind.


    Miro Rosway, who was restless and waiting for Schaurillin to come, was greeted by Katlena Agreta kindly.


    ¡°Sit down, Miro. It¡¯s not even the first time we¡¯ve met, so there¡¯s no need to be nervous.¡±


    ¡°Do you remember me, Duchess Agreta?¡±


    ¡°Of course.¡± Katlena Agreta replied softly. ¡°How can I forget?¡±


    Miro Rosway called out Schaurillin¡¯s name three times after hearing that and Schaurillin Inborgia appeared in the room in time.


    He seemed embarrassed when he heard the guest¡¯s name, but there was no embarrassment left on his beautiful face when he came out of the living room.


    Miro glanced at Schaurillin for a moment then stepped back awkwardly.


    He wanted to run away. In this relationship, which was only mud, the main character was not a maze so it seemed like he could run away.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t expect you to come, Duchess Agreta.¡±


    Katlena Agreta smiled confidently and greeted Schaurillin Inborgia lazily as he greeted her with his typically friendly tone.


    ¡°I¡¯d wanted to see you.¡±


    ¡°Is that so?¡±


    ¡°Of course. I have feelings from the past.¡±

 CH 4

    Katlena Agreta replied coldly with a unique delicate, high-pitched voice, after a sensitive greeting and casually setting down the tea cup.


    ¡°I still have a lot to learn, so I¡¯d like to get some advice from a reliable senior. I¡¯ve been hoping that His Excellency would return since the Duke committee was finalized, but I don¡¯t know what to do because some people call me to have such an undeserved title. Even if you used to call me formally before, please call me by my name comfortably. ¡®Schaurillin¡¯, I¡¯ll call you that.¡±


    Schaurillin closed his purple eyes for a moment, smiled, then answered slowly.


    ¡°Okay, Katlena.¡±


    ¡°Do you know why I¡¯m here?¡± Katlena asked.


    ¡°You¡¯re finding and killing all the Alves staying in the capital.¡±


    ¡°I believe there¡¯s a misunderstanding on that, to clarify, not ¡®all¡¯ of them.¡± Katlena spoke slowly and leisurely in a very monotonous voice.


    ¡°Alves seem to be noisy these days. Your Highness must be very anxious.¡±


    Schaurillin smiled brightly when he heard that. He responded thoughtfully, with his distinct generous and caring demeanor.


    ¡°Even if I didn¡¯t, I was concerned. I was afraid that His Highness Ilinai would be enraged by the abrupt death of a fellow citizen, so I was wondering if I should assess the issue ahead of time and call you. I was seeking a magic orb for communication.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll see to it.¡±


    Katlena Agreta stared at Schaurillin with strange sunken eyes. Then she added softly, in a cold voice that sounded ominous.


    ¡°I¡¯m not touching the ¡®diplomatic¡¯ fairies, therefore I¡¯m here to tell you that I don¡¯t want your Excellency to be concerned, because you may not be aware of the deaths of the fairies in the city. Just in case you have a horrible dream.¡±


    ¡°I see¡­¡±


    ¡°You understand how I feel, right?¡±


    Schaurillin, who had only been silently bringing up acceptance, smiled gently when he heard the question. He replied in a friendly voice.


    ¡°Of course. Thank you for taking care of me, Katlena.¡±


    ¡°No worries. Then I¡¯ll see you next week.¡±


    ¡°Be careful on your way home.¡±


    ¡°Oh, one more thing¡­¡±


    Katlena Agreta, who turned around as if she¡¯d forgotten something, tilted her head, making her crimson hair droop in one direction. She asked with a sweet smile.


    ¡°Did you hear that we¡¯re going to have a party to celebrate your return? I¡¯ll be the one hosting it.¡±


    ¡°I heard that, I¡¯m simply grateful that you¡¯re concerned about me, it¡¯ll be held ¡®there¡¯, right?¡±


    ¡°You heard. Everyone said it¡¯s a secret place.¡± Katlena Agreta whispered softly. ¡°I purposefully kept it out of sight and organized a surprise party¡­ I need to be more strict from now on.¡±


    ¡°Oh, my. Wasn¡¯t this supposed to be a party for you from the start?¡±


    ¡°You must have known my purpose anyway. I could only assume that you¡¯ll cooperate.¡±


    ¡°Just pretend that it¡¯s a gift. There weren¡¯t many souvenirs to bring from Rangvi Island, which is where I was exiled.¡±


    Katlena Agreta raised her chin without saying anything when she heard that.


    Katlena has to stop using that expression. She was a busy person, and didn¡¯t visit because of their long history in the first place.


    She only came to leave a warning not to contact King Ilinai Nuetta Higgin because they can¡¯t tell someone about this problem.


    Schaurillin had guessed that this talk would finish shortly as she said the purpose of her visit.


    He also got to his feet immediately and kindly sent her off.


    Katlena walked out of the mansion without regret.


    Schaurillin, who had followed her to the gate, stood there silently crossing his arms as he watched her crimson back pass through the main gate.


    A ¡®souvenir¡¯ brought from exile.


    The high elf leaned softly on the porch and squinted, having become too familiar with the human world too soon.


    Schaurillin gazed at the maze that led to the front door and after realizing that his guest had left, he smiled for a moment before moving his lemon-colored eyebrows.


    ¡°Miro, there¡¯s going to be a bloodstorm in the administrator soon, and we¡¯re about to be dragged right into the center of it, so let¡¯s be ready.¡±


    ???


    Katlena Agreta closed her dark eyes and remembered the ¡®three staff who resigned their mansion jobs due to excessive work during the party preparation period¡¯.


    She tapped her cheek a couple of times while sitting flat with her legs crossed in front of the finished fountain decoration.


    For a short while, Katlena had a chilly face like a distinctive iron mask, smiling with her eyes to be seen by others, and then she quickly stopped.


    People all across the world enjoy creating misunderstandings and spreading rumors, but they are only catching bugs.


    The party wasn¡¯t prepared for Schaurillin or anything.


    She was recently offered the rank of Duke in accordance with her role as administrative minister.


    With so much power in her hands at such a terrifying rate, she began dispatching spies from powerful families all around the world.


    Katlena Agreta felt it was amusing, but if she was confident that her true goals wouldn¡¯t be exposed, she believed having one or two spies for counterattack might be beneficial.


    She¡¯s been like that for three months.


    Katlena received a report that three elves, who used magical transformation to hide their pointed ears, infiltrated among the personnel recruited by the mansion.


    It was just before the title of Great Sage and her victory were celebrated.


    What makes the elves suddenly send a spy to Katlena Agreta?


    It¡¯s not like her summoning of Schaurillin Inborgia from the empire¡¯s banishment was caused by a thousand years of affection.


    In Roschodur, a human Empire surrounded by fairy lands, such ¡®local problems¡¯, no matter how trivial, could not be overlooked.


    It didn¡¯t take long for her to figure out that they were Alves, not Elves.


    There was nothing that could be accomplished in using black flames.


    It¡¯s because she was able to tell the race apart just by looking at the ¡®mark¡¯, the fairies¡¯ unique stigma.


    The guys who were unfamiliar with the fairy were confused, but Katlena Agreta had no reason to be.


    It wasn¡¯t an elf imitating a human, but an alb imitating a human.


    And that was really suspicious.


    First of all, she wonders as to why the King of Alves, Ilinai Nuetta Higgin, would suddenly do such a thing.


    She was certain that Ilinai wouldn¡¯t do it, the first notion that sprang to her mind was reasonable.


    This doesn¡¯t mean that he¡¯d be loyal to her.


    Alves may be attempting to infiltrate her mansion for political reasons. She simply assumed that King Ilinai couldn¡¯t possibly utilize such a frivolous thing.


    Humans would have no reason to send idiots who believed she would not even know what the ¡®mark¡¯ was.


    She gives credit to Ilinai, the king of Alves, with whom she has a close connection.


    It¡¯s a credibility that he¡¯s actually a ¡®wise¡¯ magistrate, rather than a personal trust. From a fully logical standpoint, he has no reason to harm her in this way.


    Then three people were planted in the new Duke of another country.


    What if it wasn¡¯t the king¡¯s spy who was dispatched? There¡¯s always ¡®unofficial¡¯ guests at every event. Even the king has no idea.


    Killing a few ¡®unofficial¡¯ visitors doesn¡¯t cause diplomatic problems.


    Didn¡¯t King Ilinai send gifts quickly to express his gratitude for the ¡®extermination¡¯?


    While staring at the ¡°dark pearl in the wilderness¡±, a lump of mana spinning around with an elegant black light on the fountain, Katlena Agreta rose from her seat.


    After ¡®executing¡¯ the three spies, Katlena Agreta requested the emperor to re-appoint Schaurillin.


    In other words, it should be said that it became ¡®so¡¯ in the first place.


    A huge party, the most innovative and efficient way to solve multiple purposes at once.


    Human and material resources rush in from all sides, and the city becomes noisy.


    As access becomes more active, it becomes easier to deceive individual cases. When people gather, there¡¯s a conflict, and when the number of people hired increases, the gaze on the people who quit was ignored.


    In other words, there¡¯s no reason to attract attention just because there are one or two violent incidents in the city, and it doesn¡¯t matter if three employees quit silently.


    It was also perfect for openly operating her secret assassination group ¡®Lupus¡¯.


    Half a year is left before the National Foundation Festival, and in winter, she, whose major magic is fire attribute, will be in trouble to move on her own. So she staged an artificial party.


    Anyway,sheI was thinking of bringing Schaurillin back soon. His skills were necessary. She planned to call him even if there¡¯s no lack of manpower.


    Wasn¡¯t there a ¡®minor¡¯ personal issue with him that she needed to resolve?


    Of course, she didn¡¯t want to convey her message solely through those words.


    In other words, it was something she needed to accomplish at some point, therefore she decided to use ¡®it¡¯ in this situation.


    Since she even received the title of great sage earlier than expected, thanks to her quick thinking. So they just assumed it was the right moment.


    Despite public or close aides¡¯ concerns, Katlenia Agreta said with confidence ¡°I will not take revenge¡±.


    It was honest in itself, with no hidden meaning, at least not in the sense of seeking vengeance.


    ¡®I had no intention of exacting revenge on Schaurillin.¡¯


    Schaurillin was a capable prime minister in various ways.


    He was a symbol of centralization, and he was born a noble in the country and still lives as a nobleman, even as a Duke, which was advantageous.


    So, even if she wanted to kill Schaurillin, she wouldn¡¯t consider doing so. He¡¯s better off staying alive for some reason.


    Therefore, contrary to public speculation that Schaurillin had been only summoned to the capital to get killed, Katlena called him only because he was necessary.


    The administrators¡¯ atmosphere has been unstable recently. There could be various reasons, but she, the administrative minister, was busy.


    In accordance with the imperial family¡¯s notion that she aims to fill Schaurillin¡¯s position, she has recently been assured by the Duke and has even taken over checks against local forces and foreign countries.


    She only had one body, no matter how good she was. It was difficult to keep even the administrator under control while keeping an eye on the local aristocrats¡¯ ambitious schemes.


    Stories become twisted as a result of this. Therefore, the plan was to use the most suitable human being for the job as a prey and purify the unclean people of the administrator down to their roots.


    There¡¯s no point in wasting the available labor on a remote island even if I can¡¯t get rid of him in the first place. In addition, when he came to the capital, he just started doing his job.


    In any case, summoning Schaurillin was not meant to punish him or take revenge. It was planned that a series of responses would take place as soon as possible.


    Wasn¡¯t it too much for Katlena to have worked so hard to establish her turbulent life only to be buried in revenge?


    Even if her life had already been shattered by awful emotions, she didn¡¯t want to waste my time and effort for no reason in order to kill an opponent who would not die easily anyway.


    Standing in front of the burning square that haunts her every night in my dreams.


    Of course, she didn¡¯t mean that she¡¯d pray for his entire body to be stable and peaceful.


    Shouldn¡¯t she be given a small ¡®retribution¡¯ for the sake of the world¡¯s balance? She don¡¯t have to express or foretell revenge because it¡¯s so normal.

 CH 5

    Katlena has relied solely on negative emotions throughout her life, such as her obsession with ¡®Schaurillin Inborgia¡¯.


    Regrettable feelings weren¡¯t something that could be resolved in such a short period of time.


    She has no intention of organizing it, and she¡¯s unable to do so.


    Katlena is satisfied with her present situation, but she can¡¯t help but wish she had chosen a different path.


    It would have been fun for her to overcome difficulty and live a prosperous life, but she would have preferred a life free of hardship.


    ¡®Isn¡¯t it reasonable to expect Schaurillin Inborgia to pay at least for her dignity, given that the suffering is originally caused by him?¡¯


    It wasn¡¯t just about ¡®revenge¡¯ but some might say retribution in this case.


    Katlena had no intention of separating Schaurillin¡¯s neck and body. It wasn¡¯t even a neck she could obtain just because she wanted to.


    The High Elf, who would have lived for half a thousand years, even if there was no way to know the exact age, could not be beaten by a human assassination group even with her personal combat ability.


    Apart from her trust in her assassination group ¡°Lupus¡±, she made a rational judgment that it might not be enough to be a match for Schaurillin.


    Being gentle didn¡¯t mean that Schaurillin¡¯s strength was diminished. Katlena Agreta knows more clearly than anyone else how overwhelming his power was.


    How could she forget?


    She still has dreams about how a single person wiped out a very prosperous family.


    Katlena Agreta¡¯s life was also completely turned upside down in front of his ruthless sword.


    How could she forget the white fairy from that ruthless day?


    Her eyes lingered over the bright hall, which was adorned with bright decorations.


    The nine-year-old Katlena Agreta walked along that route that darted through the stretched out corpses, as if savoring the weight of force.


    It¡¯s a mansion that once had it all.


    Of course, it was now nothing more than a ruin where no one lived.


    Surprisingly, the old Agreta mansion was restored. This is the ¡®power¡¯ that she wields.


    Katlena Agreta gently swallowed a sigh as she looked around the brightly sparkling celebration site silently.


    Since the rebels in the area had been swept away, it was now time to use them to extract impure molecules.


    The party had just begun.


    ¡°Kat¡¯s party?¡±


    With a narrowed brow, General Johann Lacrivia, who protects the front line of the border with the heterogenous, responded.


    He assumed he¡¯d misheard, but Gilar W¨¹gen, the commander of the unit to which he oversee, immediately corrected him.


    ¡°To be precise, it¡¯s a party to commemorate the return of the 400-year-old High Elf Schaurillin Inborgia, held by Duchess Katlena Agreta, and it appears that an invitation has been given to you, despite the fact that I assumed you wouldn¡¯t attend the capital party as usual.¡±


    ¡°Kat¡¯s celebrating Schaurillin¡¯s return?¡±


    Johann Lacrivia regarded with suspicion asked once more, then simply pointed to his forehead.


    His noble face was obscured by his fine black hair, which shook down. The blue eyes, which had been lost in thought for some time, swept the floor for a while before returning to the deputy general.


    ¡°Are they going to kill him?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s what the rest of the world thinks, that Duchess Agreta will finally cut Schaurillin Inborgia¡¯s throat.¡±


    ¡°No, not Schaurillin.¡±


    Johann Lacrivia tapped on his desk a number of times, buried in thought with a wary face.


    Gilar W¨¹gen, who has been observing him for over a decade, didn¡¯t find it difficult to tell.


    Gilar stared down at his young boss with a fresh face.


    General Johann Lacrivia, a 27-year-old young elite known as the ¡°Lion of the Frontier¡±, was a man who rarely faltered in the face of a crisis.


    However, when that strange and apparent indication of stress appeared on his noble face, he began to appear to be just a twenty-seven year old young man.


    He had the impression that he was more anxious than normal. He¡¯s the type of person who trusts no one.


    General Lacrivia¡¯s lips twitched slowly.


    ¡°I think there¡¯s something she wants to achieve using Shaurillin as an excuse.¡±


    ¡°How can you be so sure?¡±


    ¡°Because she¡¯s that kind of person.¡±


    ¡°You haven¡¯t seen each other in 15 years. I didn¡¯t even see you exchanging letters, but did you contact her without me knowing?¡±


    ¡°No. But I know just by hearing the rumors.¡±


    General Lacrivia stood up and took up his cape after a brief response. Gilar W¨¹gen, a former vassal knight of the Marquis of Lacrivia, appeared nervous.


    By the time he fulfilled his duty to the capital, General Lacrivia voluntarily left the capital.


    Although he was the heir to the marquis, he left the family and just looked straight at the most dangerous place.


    He may be known as one of the country¡¯s finest warriors now, but he started out as a small rebel.


    To put it another way, he seemed to want to die. At the very least, no one in Roschodur will be oblivious of what caused him to wander.


    18 years ago, he had a fiance. He suffered hardship after hardship then he was finally destroyed after a family was purged.


    So, what was he hiding?


    His fiance was Katlena Agreta.


    Even if Count Agreta was reinstated, the Marquis of Lacrivia had no reason to continue their engagement because it was no longer beneficial.


    In other words, even after being reinstated, Katlena Agreta had to walk around the monastery, the wizard tower, and the kingdom of Mado because the Marquis of Lacrivia cut her off.


    And with that, Johann Lacrivia also lost his place to go.


    If Katlena Agreta had nowhere to go physically, Johann Lacrivia had nowhere to go emotionally


    He just wanted to leave his heartless parents. He wanted to break ties with his family who didn¡¯t even reach out to Katlena.


    He hated himself for not helping her. He just wanted to push himself and forget about everything.


    As soon as he reached the age of fifteen, the age at which he could serve the capital, he didn¡¯t return and began to wander around the outskirts.


    So even after Katlena Agreta returned to the capital and began to build up terrifying achievements, Johann and Katlena never met.


    She was once a fianc¨¦e but that happened when they were young.


    The emotions that encouraged his disappointment with his parents would have been much more closer to a guilt for a childhood friend than a guilt for a fianc¨¦e.


    Only rumors have been spread about Count Agreta, now Duchess Agreta, for being ruthless and cold-hearted.


    A person that has lost its heart. Only scary legends exist regarding whether she¡¯s an iron-blooded or cold-hearted duchess.


    What information did Johann Lacrivia get from the rumor?


    Gilar believed that the more he deliberated on reports, the more Katlena Agreta would be able to take care of Shaurillin Inborgia.


    Johann Lacrivia, on the other hand, is claiming that Katlena will not kill Shaurillin based on the rumor.


    Whether there¡¯s a glorifying prejudice against an old childhood friend¡¯s morality or personality.


    ¡°Do you think Duchess Agreta¡¯s personal animosity won¡¯t lead to revenge?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not suggesting that, do you believe death will be enough revenge for an elf who has already lived for hundreds of years?¡±


    ¡°It turned out to be so. But¡­¡±


    Before Gilar¡¯s thoughts could follow, General Johann closed his pale blue eyes, as though immersed in thought, and spoke in a firm and sad tone.


    ¡°If there was a way to ¡®destroy¡¯ him, Kat would know better than anyone else in the world. She doesn¡¯t even have to use her own hands.¡±


    There was no way to describe how dangerous those words sounded. Gilar had to look at General Lacrivia with troubled eyes for a moment.


    General Lacrivia, with a cape and a sword around his waist, glanced at Gilar with confused eyes, as if he had just thought of a place to go, and Gilar carefully asked.


    ¡°Are you going to the party? Because it¡¯s not just anyone else¡¯s party, but Duchess Agreta¡¯s.¡±


    For him who held back what he wanted to ask, whether he wanted to reunite with her or not, General Lacrivia smiled as if passing by with a unique, still expression..


    ¡°No way.¡±


    After shedding a smile, General Lacrivia replied quietly.


    ¡°I don¡¯t want to go back to the capital.¡±


    ???


    The fair and honest High Elf, who had served as prime minister for 400 years, had the right to take immediate action.


    Shaurillin Inborgia was always a wise and strong man, and everyone in the Empire praised him.


    Even the Agreta¡¯s trusted him.


    Shaurillin Inborgia was, in fact, a trustworthy person. He was like Roschodur¡¯s second father and had been the Emperor¡¯s teacher for 400 years.


    Even if there had been no need to take immediate action in the first place, if Shaurillin had made a report, the Emperor would have acted quickly.


    But that wasn¡¯t the case from Katlena Agreta¡¯s standpoint.


    The Agreta family was destroyed without even receiving a fair trial due to the abuse of the power for summary disposition.


    Shaurillin Inborgia used the right to summary disposal as soon as he knew of Count Agreta¡¯s family¡¯s treason.


    The guilt was too much to bear.


    It was not a crime that was solved to the satisfaction of the capturing family¡¯s head.


    The high elves, who had lived for half a thousand years, decided to attack, so Count Agreta, who was a nobleman, had no choice but to be swept away like autumn leaves.


    Only Katlena Agreta, who¡¯s too young to take over the line of succession, escaped the maddening fire.


    In front of Katlena, who woke up to the noise and walked barefoot to the square, Duke Inborgia was cold.


    He single handedly grabbed Count Agreta¡¯s hair, dragged him, and stood on the platform.


    He was a close friend of Count Agreta. In his youth he was very fond of Katlena Agreta.


    With his lemon-colored bright golden hair tied behind his neck, the man with the world¡¯s noblest and most beautiful face laid down his purple eyes.


    When Katlena Agreta and his gaze met, he struck the sword as it was.


    It wasn¡¯t a personal vendetta. Despite her youth, she was a noble who understood loyalty and honor to the bone.


    She didn¡¯t believe she deserved to die because her father had attempted to rebel but rather she ¡°wished¡± to die because she was the daughter of a traitor.


    She should not have survived.


    After being transferred to the monastery, she refused to eat or drink for six months.


    Talks began to be said that the punishment for the Agreta family was excessive.


    Katlena thinks it¡¯s a little bit messy.

 CH 6

    She decided not to get revenge chapter 6


    Translated by rcast


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    Schaurillin Inborgia couldn¡¯t have made a mistake.


    Even Katlena believed in his judgment and integrity. He didn¡¯t believe the rumor at first.


    However, the purpose of the incident became clear.


    Count Agreta¡¯s brother-in-law was supporting the traitors without knowing their intentions.


    Knowing that his brother-in-law¡¯s friend was suffering from financial difficulties, Count Agreta sealed a guarantee to support them.


    The snowball, once began to roll, had become an avalanche by the time it fell below the slope.


    If they investigate the group of rebels and chase the origin of the funds, the end will eventually lead to Count Agreta.


    At that point, he won¡¯t be able to deny it.


    Since circumstances can be fitted later, such appeals alone can¡¯t be used as legal evidence to prove his innocence.


    In any case, if he had committed such a mistake, he should receive the least to maximum prison sentence.


    It would have been unavoidable for the family to fall if they were actually a horrible family.


    It didn¡¯t matter how powerful Schaurillin Inborgia was, it was still enough to cause a misunderstanding.


    It was an unclear situation in which it could not be declared as a total ¡®misjudgment¡¯.


    In the case of Count Agreta¡¯s family, they were unfortunate to be involved in such a terrible situation that has been misunderstood since the beginning. That even distrusting people can be a crime of treason.


    Schaurillin Inborgia, on the other hand, was not originally the person with the right to invoke the power of summary disposition so easily. He was a cautious guy by nature, therefore even if it was merely a ceremonial procedure, he would act only after consulting with the Emperor.


    The circumstances of the treason were so obvious that it was difficult to think that the imperial family responded quickly before being attacked.


    That wasn¡¯t something Schaurillin Inborgia was capable of because he¡¯s a decent person.


    In fact, he wouldn¡¯t have to. Schaurillin Ingborgia was Count Agreta¡¯s close and longtime friend.


    So it was controversial.


    Who benefited the most from the fall of the Agreta family?


    Count Agreta was a civil official with exceptional administrative skills who was born into a noble family.


    Duke Inborgia¡¯s political influence has decreased since Count Agreta¡¯s ascension.


    Shaurillin Inborgia, on the other hand, was not easily dismissed. His reputation had grown over the years, and although he was the same administrative officer, his words had a different weight.


    However, there were many people from many groups who despised the stagnant water.


    Because Shaurillin Inborgia is not human, he¡¯s skilled at keeping up with the times, but his communication with young people is lacking.


    In the view of the younger generation of nobles, he was a daring commander wielding unmatched power with the Emperor¡¯s support.


    There were just as many persons who wished to overthrow Shaurillin Inborgia as there were those who admired him.


    How could someone be certain that Count Agreta was not used in the conflict?


    Following Count Agreta¡¯s death, the Agreta family¡¯s assets were divided, with half going to the administrative director, Duke Inborgia, and the other half going to the imperial treasury.


    Duke Inborgia¡¯s burial mound was in a barren mountainous area, yet it was directly adjacent to the Agreta family¡¯s fertile plains. As a result, Duke Inborgia¡¯s burial mound became capable of self-sufficiency in products.


    If the question was asked again, everyone would have given the same answer.


    Who benefited the most from the fall of the Agreta family?


    This was a story that people all over the world spoke about. Katlena Agreta, on the other hand, was hesitant.


    Even after hearing this news, she initially assumed there must have been some unavoidable conditions.


    Katlena Agreta admired and respected the wise and beautiful High Elf, who had always been kind to her throughout the nine short year¡¯s of brief existence.


    If he claims that the palace was made of strawberries, she would believe him. If she didn¡¯t trust him, she couldn¡¯t believe in anything and because she blamed him without reason nothing that had already vanished could be returned.


    However, as time passed and the circumstances changed as a result of the Agreta family¡¯s destruction, the black flame became imprinted in her memory.


    Her heart was trampled on by an unforgivable emotion.


    Finally, this thought should¡¯ve raised his head before officially cutting off her father¡¯s throat in the square, at least once.


    ¡®You should have asked my father at least once.¡¯


    ¡®You should have asked if my father really did that, Shaurillin.¡¯


    ¡®It should¡¯ve been you, not anyone else, that should¡¯ve done that!¡¯


    After two and a half years of swallowing a terrible bitter resentment, the Emperor unexpectedly summoned Katlena Agreta and Duke Inborgia at the same time.


    The sinner¡¯s daughter could not even stand on the same stairs as the unruly Duke.


    After she smacked her lips on the floor on the lowest stairs, the Emperor declared that the case was re-investigated.


    Duke Inborgia¡¯s judgment was disturbing and meaningful, and the treatment was too severe and caused a confusion to the society, so he was sentenced to 40 years in exile, demanding self-reflection. Perhaps there was also a desire to challenge Duke Inborgia¡¯s dominance, which had been maintained for 400 years.


    For whatever reason, Katlena Agreta was reinstated without wealth, honor, or fief.


    She was given the right to succession at the age of twelve.


    She had lost everything and had become a count with nothing.


    ???


    ¡°Can you forgive me?¡±


    ???


    The main character of the party was Shaurillin Inborgia.


    It was a party organized to celebrate and welcome his return.


    As a result, Shaurillin didn¡¯t arrive at the party venue until everyone else had.


    It was a party prepared for everyone to welcome him, thus he deserves to contribute to the party by entering at the end and enjoying hospitality.


    He used to have regular private conversations with Count Agreta. In other words, the capital mansions were in close proximity to one another.


    Shaurillin had always adored Count Agreta¡¯s rose garden and Katlena liked to explore the tiny forest surrounding Duke Inborgia¡¯s suburban mansion about two decades ago.


    As a result, Former Count Agreta¡¯s mansion served as a spot for Shaurillin to walk without needing to ride in a wagon.


    Since it was a street that even a child walked on it meant nothing to the elf and it just felt like visiting a neighbor¡¯s house.


    To be honest, Schaurillin didn¡¯t get a carriage since he had an unique sense of distance from humans, and Count Agreta¡¯s capital mansion was extremely close.


    However, riding a luxurious carriage on such a day serves as a polite greeting to the organizer.


    They say that it will save face, so he had to get a carriage to meet the new administrative minister named Katlena Agreta and not to do something disrespectful on such a day and avoid losing to her right away.


    Of course, it took longer to get to the Agreta mansion in a rented carriage than just walking from his mansion.


    Still, he wasn¡¯t very worried. He was the main character of the party, and it was standard for the main character to be late.


    However, when he arrived at the party, he had to pause for a second, somewhat, unexpectedly, and ask himself, ¡®Should I really be late?¡¯


    Despite the fact that he entered slowly, no one approached him properly and greeted him like a nobleman. Everyone was hesitant to check each other.


    They appeared to want to push someone¡¯s back and force them to go first.


    In other words, they were like individuals set to be executed rather than being in a party.


    Not only that, but the atmosphere at the party place was quite cold.


    Roschodur¡¯s party, as he remembered, was not originally hosted in such a strict setting.


    This just means that the problem is either from Shaurillin, the main character of the party, or the party itself.


    In a way, Katlena probably did something.


    Because she was in-charge of the party preparations and picking on Alve spies, she would have naturally considered using this occasion to attract someone else.


    Shaurillin admitted that he felt a little complacent.


    He assumed that she was intending to get rid of individuals, that¡¯s why she informed him on purpose that ¡°There¡¯s someone among the administration and the aristocrats surrounding him who steals information.¡±


    The renowned iron-blooded judge then went her separate way, and it was assumed that she would silently clean their throats before and after the party.


    Like an emissary, she moves silently and covertly while maintaining a visible presence.


    Then he thought it was done at the party that welcomed him.


    Shaurillin, who was thinking coldly, smiled calmly at the audience.


    Anyways, it became obvious who turned the celebration into an execution site, thus it was only natural that he would be the first to be received.


    But meeting her first made sense because she was the organizer, and in many ways, that¡¯s exactly what happened. As a result, it was both difficult and interesting.


    ¡®If I do this, it will look like she owns me, right?¡¯


    Shaurillin blinked gently,  smiling toward Katlena, who walked through the crowd.


    He wasn¡¯t sure if the sharp greeting in his eyes was delivered, but Katlena approached him with a bright smile and greeted him.


    ¡°You have come, Shaurillin . I was waiting for you. All of us, for a very long time. We were all ¡®preparing¡¯ until ¡®just a moment ago¡¯, looking forward to making the party we¡¯ve prepared just for you ¡®perfect¡¯.¡±


    Those words eventually become permission for the rest of them to ¡®just enjoy the party again¡¯.


    To be more precise, Shaurillin would be just like Katlena¡¯s ¡°below man¡±.


    That¡¯s what happened.


    Katlena is the administrative minister now.


    Shaurillin Inborgia bent his purple eyes roundly again, this time glancing at Katlena, who called him ¡®by name¡¯ with great amusement.


    ¡°Sure, ¡®Katlena¡¯. I¡¯m so happy that you¡¯re welcoming me.¡±


    So he gently took her hand  and greeted her affectionately as if holding it up.


    It¡¯s part of the job that he should not be ashamed of, so shouldn¡¯t he also counterattack a little bit when it comes to public affairs? That¡¯s the ¡®Rules of Human Society¡¯.


    ¡°Unlike the narrow-minded perception of the world, you have decided not to take revenge on me.¡±


    However, Katlena Agreta just smiled with a face that didn¡¯t even seem to have been hit so hard.


    Rather, she responded smoothly and without delay, as if she had been waiting for those words.


    Like the most luxurious welcoming words in the world.


    ¡°Sure. I¡¯ve decided not to hold you accountable for anything that¡¯s not your fault.¡±


    And as if she were expressing her affection for him, she gave a light hug that close acquaintances often do, and whispered softly as if reading a poem.


    ¡°Should I say it again? I¡¯ve decided not to take revenge on you.¡±


    This time, it was a small voice that only Shaurillin could hear.


    ¡°Please consider the true meaning of these words¡­¡±


    That was the end of the sentence.


    As it was a ritual hug, it fell off immediately as soon as it touched, and there seemed to be no reason for them to talk more when the usual greetings of the organizer and the party¡¯s main character ended.


    It was then that the people who took their breath began to split into two and gather as if they had waited.


    Katlena is the only one carrying her elegant execution platform to perform endless executions in a party where some dance, some chat happily, and others move to prepare for a new direction, and Shaurillin feels a significant malice toward her. He easily read the absurd greeting in light of his situation.


    Yes, these are the most luxurious welcoming words in the world.


    Even the secular elf so accustomed to the human world had no intention of dancing with anybody, and Shaurillin automatically moved to the wall at the end of the nobles¡¯ social chat and closed his eyes as if enjoying the moment.


    He truly grasped the situation.


    Katlena Agreta, more than everyone else in this place, awaited Shaurillin¡¯s return the most.


    In other words, the warm embrace sounded like a warm welcome.


    It was all in preparation for the awful execution of power that she now wields.


    He had no idea what to say in his welcome speech.


    And when he heard the greeting, he realized he had finally returned to the ¡°human land.¡±


    He stood there once more.


    The white fairy, who had betrayed the Holy land, straightened its back and took a deep breath.


    It was above the rules established by ¡®humans¡¯.


    The words of welcoming end.

 CH 7

    ¡°Hi, Katlena. Nice to meet you.¡±


    As far as he could recall it was their first meeting.


    The girl looked up at the white shining, heterogeneous being that appear to be out of this world.


    However, there are instances when the innocence of young children is unexpectedly sharp.


    ¡°Are you a fairy?¡±


    He laughed so excitedly and pleasantly after hearing the question.


    I. The Cold-blooded Duke, Katlena Agreta.


    ii. A strange day with the half-elf Miro.


    The half elf Miro Rosway spent his days believing that he couldn¡¯t understand this daily routine after returning to the capital from the exile island of Rangvi.


    Katlena prepared a welcoming party and there she declared that she had no intention of retaliating against Shaurillin Inborgia.


    Those words had a different weight when Katlena said it personally but as long as she vowed in public, she had no choice but to be careful. Unless Katlena devises a comprehensive retribution strategy, Miro will not be suspicious of her.


    And that was the strangest thing. Katlena Agreta put herself in a situation where she had to be ¡°perfect¡± if she wanted to get revenge on Shaurillin.


    Miro was skeptical about that point. Shaurillin was reading Katlena¡¯s deepest thoughts to some extent, but she wasn¡¯t easy.


    Miro Rosway was an important historical figure. He has been an attendant to Shaurillin his entire life, yet he has never seen through Shaurillin¡¯s innermost thoughts.


    As a result, Miro Rosway was filled with concern that Schaurillin couldn¡¯t understand the situation. He even wondered if Schaurillin could figure it out on his own.


    It wasn¡¯t the confrontation he expected after their return.


    ¡®Is it because they returned to Roschodur during autumn, when it was so peaceful?¡¯


    Miro was caught off guard when he passed young individuals dressed as civil servants after viewing bustling parks and marketplaces with mild fall leaves.


    Miro Rosway¡¯s inability to adapt to the situation was not solely due to Katlena Agreta¡¯s meaningful words and behavior. He was inherently incapable of adapting to the times upheaval.


    On the other hand, Shaurillin, who has been confined on Rangvi Island for 15 years, has adjusted well and it appeared more odd.


    He¡¯d heard that once Katlena assumed power, the administrative system had been reformed. Hearing such news, however, made it impossible to simply adapt to the transformed world.


    He also admitted to himself that by his standards the new administration was an unfamiliar place. At the time, competent administrators fostered by Katlena Agreta were still going through life.


    Miro Rosway was confused by the unexplained fact that the pronunciation and notation of the ¡°place¡± where administrative affairs was performed and the ¡°public officials¡± who performed administrative work were the same.


    When writing the administrative officer as a place and the administrative officer as agents operating in it, the sound and spelling were the same. All of this and the other were all referred to as administrative officers. Typically, the agency and its operatives were categorized based on the context in which they were spoken.


    ¡®Can¡¯t they just leave court officials as court officials and divide administrative affairs as before?¡¯


    The reason for distinguishing places and roles of bureaucrats was difficult for Miro Rosway. It¡¯s been only 15 years since they came back to Roschodur, and it was like a different world as if it were struck by lightning.


    In the past, it was a system in which one prime minister had transcendent authority. And the court officials all became the same court officials, but they also played a special role according to the prime minister¡¯s directive.


    However, now a total of nine ministers, including the administrative minister, are working with one administrative minister at the center. And under the nine ministers, court officials classified as professional agents were assigned with completely different names.


    Starting with the central administrative minister who takes care of overall administration, the finance minister who examines defense and finance, the foreign minister who is in charge of conquering bandits and state affairs and the minister of law and art checks the city¡¯s standards.


    Although the position of the prime minister, who was able to handle the work of these nine departments alone, has not disappeared it has become virtually nominal.


    Everyone guessed that Katlena¡¯s long-term plan was ultimately to eliminate the position of ¡°prime minister¡± and to subdivide and specialize public officials into nine departments.


    Perhaps if Shaurillin returned properly, he would be treated as the ¡°prime minister¡±, which is his previous position, but he would eventually be assigned again as a minister of a ministry.


    It was clear that the owner of overwhelming power to control administration and military power, defensive processing and pioneering, diplomacy and culture would now be difficult to come out again.


    It was obvious that this reorganization would serve as a small rebellion against Shaurillin, who had held such power and controlled the country for 400 years.


    As soon as Miro Rosway grasped the reality of the administrative reorganization, which he had only been heard of, his mind went blank.


    Shaurillin, on the other hand, seemed to find the reform pretty interesting.


    He studied the data on the administrative system that he had gotten ahead of time, before returning officially, and for some reason, he seemed to be in a good mood all day. Then, as soon as the day arrived, he went for a walk with Miro with the administrator¡¯s minister¡¯s office as the destination.


    While Miro contemplated the ground and counted the scales of the tiles, Katlena Agreta, who had been going through a stack of documents given by her secretary, raised her head only after she had finished the documents.


    ¡°Welcome.¡±


    ¡°Good morning, Katlena. I hope I didn¡¯t bother you while you¡¯re busy.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re not a bother to me, Sir. I¡¯ll just finish the work I¡¯ve been looking at, so please sit next to him on the sofa for a moment.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m just happy with the hospitality. Please take your time.¡±


    While they were exchanging such a friendly conversation with a friendly voice, Shaurillin was already sitting on the sofa with a calm face.


    As soon as Katlena Agreta finished her job, she came and sat down in front of Shaurillin.


    ¡°Is there anything I can do to help, Shaurillin?¡±


    ¡°Actually, last night, I looked at the information on the new administrative system you sent me, so I came here without contacting you.¡±


    ¡°Do you have any questions?¡±


    ¡°Should I call it a question? I believe there are names on the list of ministers in charge of the nine ministries that I recognize and some I don¡¯t. I assumed I¡¯d have to introduce myself to them before we started working together. I don¡¯t think I can ask you during your busy time, so if it¡¯s okay with you, I¡¯d like to have at least one guide from you.¡±


    ¡°I have time for you. How should we do it? If you wait a moment, I believe we can have lunch and tour the nine ministries together.¡±


    Katlena Agreta gently lowered her black eyes and asked with a smile.


    ¡°Would you like to do that?¡±


    Shaurillin did not hesitate when he heard the question and immediately replied. Similarly, he had a gentle and sweet grin.


    ¡°It will be a big pleasure for me if you do it.¡±


    As a result, the two decided to eat lunch together. Miro Rosway, Shaurillin¡¯s aide, and Merlin Newtide, Katlena¡¯s assistant, were both present.


    Katlena explained the nine ministries as they walked into the restaurant in front of the government headquarters. Shaurillin was humming as he listened to the conversation. Miro Rosway observed Merlin Newtide in the role that had been assigned to him.


    Merlin Newtide was a woman who cut her winding dark purple hair short near the back of her neck. There are no big curves in her sharply raised, grassy yellow-green eyes reminiscent of a hazel tree.


    She was more of a soldier than a low-level aide. Black suits with red decorations and some small ornaments with purple jewelry. A colorful raffier hangs on her waist, and perhaps a left-handed ambidextrous.


    ¡®Is she a wizard too?¡¯


    As soon as Merlin came close, Miro felt a faint but magical scent next to her.


    As Miro is sensitive to the scent, he quietly stood behind Shaurillin and poked him near his shoulder to send a signal. Shaurillin rolled his eyes and smiled silently.


    This was another question of the new generation they faced.


    Miro observed a swarm of wizards around Katlena after coming from banishment on Rangvi Island. Of course, Katlena Agreta is a fantastic wizard, so naturally, young wizards flock her, but there are far too many.


    Wizard¡¯s was not always so common in nature. So the story is that Katlena Agreta lacks the manpower to station enough wizards to act as her eyes and ears throughout each administrative department.


    Miro Rosway¡¯s uncomfortable gaze drifted suspiciously to Katlena.


    ¡°As you know, I am the administrative minister. The administrative office is responsible for approving agendas from six ministries, excluding the judicial and secretary. However, this does not mean that administrators are at the top of the six other ministries. If the administrator¡¯s judgment is deemed incorrect, more than three different departments can raise significance together, and the final decision will be made through a meeting of nine ministers¡¯ offices.¡±


    ¡°It seems that the Secretary of the State and Justice officers are working quite independently.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s because the administration cannot touch military power and laws. If one person holds three things: money, force, and law, the balance of power collapses.¡±


    Katlena replied very gently and tenderly, in front of an indifferent man who had all three powers in his hands in the past.


    ¡°However, simply because they are, we cannot allow them to move freely.  Separate approvals are being sought from the Secretary of the State and the Justice Department from the Treasury and the Foreign Minister. The administrative office has just the authority to review the decision. There is no right to approve or reject. However, if more than three ministries raise significance, the conference of nine ministers¡¯ offices is convened.¡±


    Shaurillin still seemed quite interested.


    Certainly, it was not a system created in a matter of days or weeks. Although it is still being used flexibly by the central government office near the capital, its utility has been demonstrated.


    Given that this unfamiliar system, which could have been claimed to have been entirely reformed this year, has already naturally melted into the current administration, the planning has been ongoing for quite some time.


    For a few years, incumbent ministers have been discussing the future, and those who will be allocated to each department may have felt the future to some extent.


    A sudden but not rapid change.


    Miro Rosway was also convinced.


    Katlena walked from the restaurant in front of the government district to a small and medium-sized restaurant that required a slight detour, rather than the high-end restaurant closest to the administrator.


    For a brief period, Shaurillin¡¯s gaze shifted over there. Miro Rosway didn¡¯t miss the meaning of that stare. Shaurillin is not fortunate.


    ¡°I heard the restaurant that we just passed by is quite famous.¡±


    ¡°Yes, but it¡¯s not a place to go with you. Even more so on a day like today.¡±


    ¡°Is that so?¡±


    Despite hearing the answer, that is to be interpreted in many ways, Shaurillin simply smiled without showing much expression. Katlena also did not add any further explanation.

 CH 8

    Shaurillin didn¡¯t waste time and immediately talked about something else.


    ¡°The current finance minister, Gallois Schurt, felt familiar just by looking at his name; is that right? I thought I should check before visiting him in person, because he might be a child, a grandson, or even a relative.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯ll be 78 this year so I know you¡¯re close. Wouldn¡¯t it be better to buy a present for the reunion before visiting? It¡¯s been a while since we¡¯ve talked, so we should enjoy it, and if you don¡¯t mind, I¡¯ll send Merlin first to pick up a proper gift before we go visit the finance minister.¡±


    Miro was acquainted with Gallois Schurt, the current finance minister.


    If Miro was Schaurillin¡¯s personal assistant, Gallois Schurt was the business assistant.


    Gallois has been with Schaurillin longer than Miro.


    When Miro was seven years old he was recruited by Shaurillin and Gallois was Shaurillin¡¯s assistant at the time. He was standing right next to Shaurillin when Miro first saw him.


    Gallois Schurt served under Shaurillin for nearly 50 years, then spent another 15 years in Roschodur when Shaurillin was absent.


    After Shaurillin was exiled to Rangvi Island, Gallois then became the prime minister¡¯s representative until Katlena showed up.


    Katlena then appointed Gallois Schurt as the finance minister. Shaurillin was then brought back to the capital and then recommended to the Emperor after finishing the formal restructuring announcement.


    Obviously, the ministry to which Shaurillin will be allocated once his position as Prime Minister is rendered meaningless has already been established.


    From a human perspective, 78 is quite old. Humans usually die before reaching the age of 70 or have a retirement ceremony.


    Shaurillin was once Gallois¡¯s superior. So, if Gallois Schurt stepped down, retired, or served as finance minister until his death, Schaurillin would¡¯ve been his successor as if it were natural.


    So, instead of asking further questions, Shaurillin asked if ¡°the Gallois Schurt¡± was someone he knew, and Katlena confirmed.


    She grinned as if she had planned it herself.


    ¡°Oh! it¡¯s a person I know, so let¡¯s do that.¡±


    ¡°Should we sit here?¡± Katlena asked.


    ¡°That¡¯s a good idea. The view from this window is beautiful. The landscape of the city has changed a lot.¡±


    With that said, Schaurillin calmly pulled out a chair for Katlena, and Katlena smiled in return then sat down.


    She asked softly with a tone that sounds like a close call.


    ¡°Do you still like peaceful scenery?¡±


    ¡°I thought you still liked this kind of view, Katlena.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re saying something funny. What I was watching in those days was not a warm and quiet scenery, but a white fairy watching it.¡±


    Shaurillin closed his mouth. Despite the fact that his purple eyes were smiling, he continued to glance at Katlena Agreta as if searching.


    Katlena quickly waved her hand and indicated to the seat next to him.


    ¡°Merlin, Miro, come and sit.¡±


    ¡°Yes, please sit.¡±


    Shaurillin agreed with Katlena without any delay. Thus, the two assistants sat side by side next to their masters.


    At the table surrounded by four people, the conversation between Katlena and Shaurillin quickly began to flow. The explanations for the seven ministries, excluding administrators and finance officers, were sluggish.


    Miro Rosway failed to focus properly on the content of the conversation as each of them was served with food. First and foremost, such an issue was not anything Miro Rosway could be concerned with or comprehend, and he was rather preoccupied.


    Katlena doesn¡¯t show much hostility to Shaurillin or to the fairy who was always skeptical while pretending to be calm.


    The city of Roshodur stretched far beyond. The conversation was so calm and even friendly, like it didn¡¯t matter what kind of relationship they had in the past.


    The scenery was nothing like the old days, and Katlena was no longer a child, but Miro Rosway¡¯s memories often come back, without him realizing it, over the calm and warm scenery where the sound of bells gently flowed.


    It really wasn¡¯t something Miro Rosway would do. Anyone who watched the garden of Agreta that time would have been immersed in similar memories.


    A white fairy with pointed ears sat by Count Agreta, sipping tea and enjoying a peaceful day in the garden, and the chattering sound of little Kat, who ran with her hair that wasn¡¯t yet red, rang like a cheerful bird.


    ¡®How can he forget?¡¯ Perhaps Miro from the past didn¡¯t notice anything out of the ordinary as he listened to the relaxed conversation at the party table. Rather, he must have had odd, suspicious eyes for the future Miro Rosway.


    However, the current Miro knows everything that happened in those eighteen years. And it didn¡¯t deserve an ending like this.


    In Miro¡¯s memory ¡°Shauri¡± is a special nickname given by a young girl who couldn¡¯t pronounce the name of the high elf properly.


    Schaurillin held the child in his arms, then stood up with a clear gesture.


    ¡°Lovely ¡®Kat¡¯, if you fall while running, your mother and father will be sad.¡± The fairy whispered.


    ¡°Shauri, aren¡¯t you sad?¡±


    ¡°Is it really necessary to admit the truth that if Kat gets hurt, my heart will be broken?¡±


    As the fairy whispers to the child, the fairy starts giving in on the child¡¯s whims.


    When the two began to stroll leisurely between strawberry bushes and rose shrubs, Count Agreta, who just joined the tea party, approached his wife and squeezed her shoulders and made a friendly look.


    Miro was also watching the garden with a satisfied and comfortable face that resembled the couple, on a day that seemed to have been dried in the most beautiful spring sunlight in the form of peace and affection.


    Holding the child in his arms, the fairy soon talked about the secret story of the world. The race whose ears got longer and got taller for the voice of God, and thankfully, leaving the land of the most noble white fairies in the forest.


    The story about the magic and sacred patterns that Shaurillin told had always attracted not only Katlena but also Miro Rosway.


    Schaurillin sometimes shows the back of his hand, explaining the strange pattern that was bumpy like a scar. They call it the ¡®mark¡¯ (Lightning scar).


    This is because of the legend that God struck the world with lightning, leaving shining scars on the messenger fairies.


    In the end, the ¡®mark¡¯ is engraved on every fairy.


    In fact, it is also a sign that proves that all origins of fairies actually began in the same place.


    Nevertheless, the fact that the patterns aren¡¯t the same makes them different beings.


    It¡¯s a lumpy knife-like gash in the skin¡¯s outline. Perhaps any elf with magical talent has been born with it. It¡¯s a mysterious and reluctant pattern that completely shakes and gives a blue afterimage around it under the moonlight.


    There was nothing like that for Half Elf Miro Rosway, who could not use magic, but even among the elves, it was clearly sparkling on the back of Shaurillin¡¯s hand, who was born to be a special person who sacrificed to God and honored the forest.


    The elf in the memory whispers, carrying the afterimage of the softened sunlight and the envy of the incarnation wind that flows without curves like long years on her lemon-colored hair.


    This ¡®mark¡¯ determines the fate of a fairy at birth.


    Whether to live in the most miserable place or the most blessed.


    Whether to live in a hidden place and leave everything unfinish.


    They looked at the sky for a moment as if looking through the memories of a distant place.


    They wandered through the sunlight, the grass, and the shadow of a tree.


    Looking down with his purple eyes, the fairy then suddenly got mad.


    He changed the story, something appropriate for children to listen to.


    Very intentionally.


    Then he leaves the side of the young half-elf. Only the little girl remained in his arms, with a firm attitude as if he would not let anyone talk further.


    ¡°Kat, I have a lot of questions for you. There are still so many beautiful things in the world to teach young children. What is the story that will make you like a fairy?¡±


    As they got farther and farther away, he only hears the sound of Schaurillin reciting in a pure, unchanged voice on the lawn garden where little unknown flowers bloomed like wild flowers.


    The name of the flower is Bartel, and the elves believe that the spirit of dew was born in it.


    ¡°If one weaves the white grass flowers together and makes a crown, it will be in honor of God¡¯s blessing and peace of mind. A crown for me? Oh, Kat. You don¡¯t have to wish God to bless an elf.¡±


    ¡°If one makes a crown and puts it on my head, it¡¯s probably because I¡¯m a human child and you¡¯re a fairy.¡±


    At that moment, there was a terrible craze with a loud noise outside. Miro Rosway¡¯s memory, which was gradually flowing into the distant past, was cut short with no time to recover.


    Paper, small wood debris, and acrid dust swept through the restaurant¡¯s terrace window in a second, most likely blown up while rolling down the street.


    In a brief breath, Katlena¡¯s untied bright red hair and Shaurillin¡¯s light-yellow hair were caught in the wind and swayed dizzily.


    Miro Rosway jumped from his chair. Merlin Newtide¡¯s hand was already on her waist¡¯s rapier handle. Shaurillin didn¡¯t do anything particularly dramatic, but he did react.


    Shaurillin¡¯s grassy purple eyes went silently out to the terrace, then returned quietly to Katlena in front of him.


    ¡°Katlena.¡±


    In the memory of Miro Rosway, in front of the garden.


    Hiding the ¡®mark¡¯ and telling Katlena the name of a flower.


    The sweet voice that told her about the wind of time.


    The one who has not changed in the slightest, holding up as easily as a cloud.


    Whispered in his voice.


    ¡°Are you responsible for those things?¡±


    ¡°What things?¡±


    ¡°About the few people who are killed or disappeared, leaving magical scars behind, without a rat or a bird knowing.¡±


    Katlena smiled calmly, as if she couldn¡¯t hear the commotion.


    ¡°Didn¡¯t you finish talking about that the other day? Nothing is happening publicly, so there is nothing for you to worry about.¡±

 CH 9

    Katlena, who responded politely, did something with a gentle attitude.


    ¡°Please eat. I¡¯ve already contacted the foreign office before we left, so I hope we can get enough time to drink tea before we go to the ministry office.¡±


    It is a distortion of simple conversation. Schaurillin¡¯s purple eyes blinked.


    In a friendly voice, he made a request to Miro.


    ¡°Miro, I¡¯m sorry, but can you buy the present? It¡¯s been a while since I¡¯ve met Gallois, so I wanted to get the gift myself rather than entrusting them all to Katlena and Ms. Newtide.¡±


    He spoke in a calm tone, as he always did.


    The fairy added, his eyelashes down, as if it was a little shameless.


    ¡°I¡¯d better take a moment and drink tea after eating with Katlena. We should have some time to relax and drink tea together.¡±


    Miro immediately understood the word. Miro instantly nodded as he stood up.


    ¡°What should I get for a present?¡±


    ¡°Would it be enough to have the special wine from Rangvi Island? Also fruits from highlands, that would be good to accompany it, and wild milk cheese from the wilderness that Gallois likes. I will leave up to Miro to decide which item to choose.¡±


    ¡°Leave it to me.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, while during the meal.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s alright, I¡¯ve already finished my meal.¡±


    Miro smiled, saying, ¡°Don¡¯t worry¡±, and immediately left the restaurant after glancing at Shaurillin.


    Shaurillin said that, but it was obvious why he immediately sent out Miro.


    He wanted Miro to go to the center of the commotion, and then join them in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs later, where Shaurillin would take the items that he ordered.


    Shaurillin, Miro, and probably Katlena and Merlin Newtide know that it sounded blindfolded.


    Katlena narrowed her eyes and rubbed her chin as she watched Miro leave the restaurant urgently.


    ¡°Merlin?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s also been a while since I¡¯ve seen Gallois, so can you also buy some wine and ham to go with it?¡±


    ¡°Understood.¡±


    Merlin Newtide silently left her window seat.


    Shaurillin asked leisurely.


    ¡°Now, shall we talk about diplomacy? Katlena, do you think the Alves have internal conflict?¡±


    ¡°Sweet words. You¡¯ll check it out yourself anyway, right? You must have sent Miro out first for that. It¡¯s not a secret between us that he has superior qualities in exploring mana than anyone else.¡±


    She affirmed coldly.


    ¡°Apart from being able to use magic, it¡¯s also a matter of how well one can detect it. What¡¯s the point of having this talk if you¡¯re going to assume he would know something?¡±


    With a unique, sharp and authoritative face, Katlena Agreta, who has a calm smile as usual, answered kindly.


    ¡°Unless you¡¯re sure Miro Rosway won¡¯t be able to figure out what I¡¯m thinking.¡±


    Shaurillin knew at least that Merlin Newtide was sent out to disturb Miro Rosway. However, Instead of pointing out the fact, Shaurillin just smiled without answering.


    Katlena, who looked into his eyes with a sparkle of tenderness and lovely curves, generically refused his answer.


    ¡°That¡¯s not like you, Katlena.¡±


    Upon hearing that, Katlena Agreta paused for a few seconds before answering. Although the answer was delayed by a beat, simple calmness remained gently around her mouth.


    ¡°You speak as if you know me well.¡±


    ¡°Of course.¡±


    Shaurillin replied leisurely without hesitation.


    ¡°Anyone in Roschodur knows the rumor of the iron-blooded duchess who shoots and kills spies hiding in her mansion. I also know the number of people that are ¡°officially killed¡± by the black-flame mage, who can burn and kill people without leaving a trace. It must be obvious how cruel the power that you can wield. However, because you are such a person, I think you must have been more concerned about how to use it officially before dismissing those who hide recklessly as ¡°unofficial¡±. Isn¡¯t it?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t think elves really change. Do they? It should be said that the ever-changing arts of a long-lived race are melted into each trajectory of life and judgment.¡±


    Asking an untimely question, Katlena put a quiet smile on her unique static and sword-like face.


    ¡°But you know what, Shaurillin? A person can change in 15 years.¡±


    ¡°I think I¡¯ve heard enough about you who¡¯ve changed.¡±


    ¡°Well, that¡¯s not the publicly-known Katlena Agreta. You probably don¡¯t understand how many experiences and encounters can happen in a human in fifteen years.¡±


    Katlena calmly asked monotonously. It was a question that led to a kind of disruption to the conversation.


    ¡°By the way, the cold dessert here is famous. Do you want dessert?¡±


    ¡°If there¡¯s a cup of tea to share with you then I¡¯m willing to add something sweet.¡±


    Shaurillin was literally happy to match her tune. Before ordering dessert, they returned a paper with a menu of tea and sweet pastries.


    ???


    As soon as Miro Rosway left the restaurant, he began following the magical flow in the air.


    Despite the fact that he is Shaurillin¡¯s assistant, he is in most ways inferior to him, and the only skill that Miro has is his magical tracing work.


    The magic was carried by a brief rush of wind, but it was rapidly swept away, and its source was lost. Miro Rosway had to go slowly and cautiously, running his hands over the traces that had been left between the streets like an afterimage.


    He takes a deep breath of the world¡¯s principles, which prickles his skin, and moves again. He had left the bustling part of town and was entering an uncharted territory in the back alleys.


    Finally, Miro Rosway noticed the Alves¡¯ distinct cold burn imprints in the air¡¯s corners. Unique particles that were impossible to come from other elves were scattered like ashes under the mark.


    As he headed toward the city, Miro recalled Shaurillin saying something about ¡°the smell of Alves blood¡±. He could see where it was headed and began moving quickly in that direction.


    Majority of humans are unaware of the intricate construction of the ¡®mark¡¯, but the fairies do.


    Things like the differences between the ¡®mark¡¯ of Alves¡¯ and Elves, as well as the differences between the ¡®mark¡¯ of the High Elf, Low Elf, and Ground Elf.


    When a race with a different ¡®mark¡¯ utilizes magic, the result¡¯s shape changes slightly as well.


    When the same but different magic was used, trace particles of that particular magic remain in the air near it and Miro Rosway can detect it.


    Perhaps he was born with a constitution naturally sensitive to magic although he can¡¯t use one.


    The fate of a fairy is determined early on based on the shape and character of their ¡®mark¡¯. Humans may find it absurd, yet it is the way fairies live.


    Will they protect the ancient providence by protecting the Elves¡¯ holy territory throughout their lives, or walk outside with a sword and slaughter to keep outsiders out. Or will they admire and revere these exceptional warriors and lead a normal life?


    The shape of the ¡®mark¡¯ engraved in their body at birth determines all of this.


    Typically, the image of God¡¯s lightning is engraved on the body at birth then gradually blurs as they grow until it disappears when they reach the age of hundreds, leaving just a faint mark like a shallow knife cut.


    But Shaurillin¡¯s ¡®mark¡¯ is very unusual as it remains shining black at the back of his hands.


    It¡¯s round and colorful spread of blue scars rarely show signs of fading, symbolizing how outstanding a priest he must have been in his prime.


    It has a shape of elegant leaves and lush branches that clearly look like a forest.


    Miro has a little bit of confidence in his ability to sense magic, but fundamentally, it¡¯s something that¡¯s extremely ordinary.


    Miro is often referred to as half-elf.


    White fairies who are ostracized by external races rarely give birth to children with humans, and the child was usually difficult to accept in the conservative society of the Elves.


    In all of those origins, there is a fact that few children are born with the Elves unique ¡®mark¡¯. Sometimes it is said that there are exceptional half-elves born with a ¡®mark¡¯, but only a few cases were actually recorded.


    Half-elves and elves can be difficult to tell apart because they look alike in a large standard, but if they don¡¯t have any ¡®marks¡¯ on their bodies, they¡¯re definitely half-elves.


    Half-elves have a short lifespan and can¡¯t even use magic, called the ¡°Divine Call¡±.


    The ¡®mark¡¯ is considered a sacred scar left by God.


    It doesn¡¯t matter if human blood is mixed in, but it does matter if the body bears the ¡®mark¡¯.


    Because God cannot be served if there is no talent in magic, it is claimed that there is no role for half-elves to perform in the elven society.


    Whatever the reason, the half-elf was likely to fall behind in elf society as a result.


    Miro Rosway had a similar life. He had never seen his parents¡¯ faces. He was abandoned from the moment he was born, grew up on free food in a social community, and was kicked out of the Elves¡¯ holy land when he reached the age of minimum discrimination.


    Miro Rosway was merely a child, who appeared younger by appearance at the age of seven, when he was kicked out due to the nature of the Elves, who develop and mature at a slower rate than humans.


    High Elves were a unique species. They have the longest life span of any Elves and are extraordinary in terms of magical abilities. Miro Rosway, who grew up in the elf society, is more aware of this than anybody else. The High elves were truly unique and honorable.


    Most elves have marks that are not unique or recognizable in shape. The same could be said for the majority of Alves and Delphines.


    The more distinct the shape of the mark, the more powerful the magical ability.


    The high elves have the shape of leaves, whereas the low elves have the shape of branches that look like lightning strikes.


    As a result, the High Elves guard the Holy Land deep within the Carpenta Forest, while the Low Elves defend it from outsiders and tribulations with their lightning blades as a birthright.

 CH 10

    In the elven community, all high elves were priests.


    Once they entered the Holy Land, all high elves were obligated to stay there until they die, and they had to spend the remainder of their lives in a state of purity, devoting themselves to the rituals that kept the world in balance.


    It was a wonderful sacrifice that deserved to be honored.


    At the same time, it¡¯s a natural cycle, similar to the elves¡¯ mission.


    When one high elf dies, a new high elf is born hence the death of one high elf was an oracle for the birth of a new high elf.


    The elves then will march to the location where the new priest will be born and bring it back into the holy land.


    That was the sacred tradition and order that the elves upheld and will uphold for the rest of time.


    High elves were born that way and accepted as such noble beings, therefore they had to live more purely than anybody else in the holy land.


    So it had to be incomprehensible that Shaurillin, who was born as a High Elf, stepped out into the human world.


    It¡¯s become an elven taboo to speak his name.


    Shaurillin is an extreme traitor who would be erased in history but a faithful and loyal Prime Minister for four hundred years.


    ¡°I don¡¯t care if you have special abilities or none.¡±


    Shaurillin whispered to the 7-year-old half-elf kid who hardly wore a blanket while a difficult-to-interpret smile was on his lips.


    Miro is a fairy, just like Shaurillin. They are an impure molecule in the human world.


    They can¡¯t change the fact that they aren¡¯t human no matter how much they get used to it or how slim they get. However,  it was no different in the kingdom of fairies.


    ¡°Then, fairy child, if you wish, I will take you away. We¡¯re both loners in this wide world. Will you follow me?¡±


    Miro Rosway¡¯s answer to that question was obvious.


    It was thanks to the magic that a noble high elf used as a daily routine that Miro found out that he was sensitive to magic.


    After becoming accustomed to Shaurillin¡¯s magic, Miro was able to guess what kind of magic he had used before talking to him. Shaurillin admired that ability.


    Miro, who was probably taken in by Shaurillin simply for humane childcare purposes, eventually became his close aide.


    Shaurillin is Miro¡¯s life. Leaving aside the discussion of grace, Miro¡¯s life was shaped by his very presence.


    His life revolved around Shaurillin from the very start.


    Shaurillin won¡¯t do it, but if Miro was asked to die, he¡¯ll gladly die. He had such loyalty.


    So, even though Shaurillin ordered him to stop, every time he sees Katlena, he remembers and misses the girl from 20 years ago.


    Even if Shaurillin and Katlena are having a questionable conversation that appears like they would live if they peeled off their skin, Miro is focused on the surface warmth.


    Miro knows how well Shaurillin took care of the girl.


    Twenty years have passed since then, but the memories of those days are still vivid.


    Touching the deep scars on the back of the fairy¡¯s hands that gave off anticipation, Kat whispered, ¡®It looks sick, but it won¡¯t hurt anymore¡¯ and then made a crown of white flowers in honor of God¡¯s blessing and peace of mind and placed it on the white fairy¡¯s head.


    Shaurillin had a crying expression for some reason at the time. Yes, Miro Rosway will never forget the events of those days until the day he dies.


    But what kind of person is Katlena today?


    ¡®Smell of Alves blood,¡¯ Miro wonders as he traces the magic that will bring him to the identity of the smell of blood.


    Katlena Agreta said there was nothing ¡®official¡¯ about it. Even before, she asserted that there was no room for public issue.


    In other words, the Alves who have just died in the capital are all uninvited guests.


    There is no way to publicly contest that they died within Roschodur because there is no official report of visiting.


    As a result, Roschodur cannot be held diplomatically accountable.


    It means that they are espionage or actual operation agents. As the chief executive, Katlena Agreta is executing the spies of outside forces hiding in Roschodur. However, it was quite bizarre.


    Ilinai Nuetta Higgin remained the official King of the Alves for two thousand years in Roschodur¡¯s records. He probably had been in power for quite some time before the name of the king was specifically recorded along with Roshodur¡¯s Alves diplomacy.


    Usually, the physiology of high elves and alves is similar, and they usually live for about 1,000 to 1,500 years, but the ghost-like king ruled for at least two thousand years.


    Even he was still alive, as if life expectancy was nothing more than a useless number.


    Even fairies, who are aging slowly, outwardly grow old after going through the 3rd and 4th growth stages, but King Illinai was still a mysterious being that looked like a young man in his twenties and thirties.


    He doesn¡¯t seem to die even if someone kills him.


    King Illinai, whom he had met several times while following Shaurillin, was still in good health, a little annoying, but a wise leader despite his ambiguous attitude.


    ¡®How can King Illinai express it in a violent manner?¡¯


    He had conducted an all-out battle with the elves around six hundred years ago, and he was a maniac who drew his weapon directly to the king and drove north wind to his home.


    ¡®Could it be that he is preparing for war?¡¯


    Miro was reminiscent of the handsome black-haired man who passed by for a moment, and became uncomfortable without any reason.


    Of course, King lllinai must have had many supporters on his side throughout those long years, but he must also have had many enemies who lost that much karma on his back.


    It cannot be presumed that there are no forces hostile to him. It is extremely simple to begin laying the basis for the uprising, to examine the circumstances of the surrounding races, and to keep a watch on the prominent people.


    Perhaps this is a subtle indicator of Alves internal conflict.


    Miro Rosway wasn¡¯t sure what kind of temperament King Ilinai had despite the fact that they¡¯d met a few times.


    As a result, there was no foundation for precisely characterizing the existing situation. But all he knows is that Katlena Agreta¡¯s reaction seems suspicious.


    She is not interested in learning more about the Alves who have illegally entered Roschodur, but rather just slaying them cruelly.


    Like someone who is already certain about what¡¯s going on.


    There is no need to delay if there is no purpose to, therefore information leaking is stopped as soon as possible.


    ¡®How many spies were captured and interrogated in a short period of time?¡¯


    In Miro¡¯s memory, it¡¯s not the ¡®Lovely Kat¡¯ who runs barefoot over the countryside and turns around like the girl in the picture while holding her skirt, but the iron-blooded duchess Katlena Agreta, who is commonly referred to as the cold-blooded of Roschodur.


    However, catching additional criminals, scanning the information, and conducting cross-checks are the best ways to guarantee the veracity of a potentially altered statement.


    Katlena appeared to be ignoring the step. Of course, it is not Miro¡¯s responsibility to discover such a truth.


    Miro¡¯s role throughout the previous forty years of being with Shaurillin has been to gather information for Shaurillin. Making decisions was Shaurillin¡¯s right and obligation.


    However, a situation that had the potential to accidentally complicate Miro Rosway¡¯s mind unexpectedly arrived like an uninvited guest.


    Miro Rosway came across Merlin Newtide at the end of the trail indicated by the magical crumbling afterimage, standing in front of a wall of blood, without a corpse. Obviously.


    Apparently, she, who had not yet left when Miro left the restaurant, is making her way over Miro Rosway, where she might follow the magical route.


    The inference was plain, as was Merlin Newtide, who had known the location since the beginning and turned to Miro Rosway with a careless expression and said.


    ¡°It seems that something occurred in this area. I¡¯ll contact the investigating officer. It appeared that I couldn¡¯t see it. Please do not misunderstand, the security in the capital is always like this. This is a problem that will be solved in the near future by apprehending the culprit, so don¡¯t be too concerned.¡±


    ¡°Ms. Newtide, how are you here?¡±


    Merlin Newtide answered casually with a firm expression when Miro asked a question in his customary, non-aggressive, mellow tone.


    ¡°I followed Mr. Rosway to prepare a present for Minister Schult; it¡¯s the capital I¡¯ve been back to for a long time, and the road and structure have changed a lot in the meanwhile, so what I¡¯m guiding you is probably politeness to the guests who trusted the minister and requested for advice.¡±


    Merlin Newtide pinned her hazel, yellow-green eyes to Miro Rosway. She added, pretending to be kind.


    ¡°And, once again, the marketplace is not this way; you came the other way; we will direct you to a commercial area where you can buy fresh, high-quality premium fruits and magically kept cheese by type.¡±


    ¡°Yes¡­¡±


    Miro Rosway opened his lips and raised his eyebrows in a non-hostile manner as he looked around with an ashamed face.


    Miro¡¯s tone was always so innocent since Shaurillin was so generous with pampering. He didn¡¯t correct his tone with envy, but instead responded as if it were his own.


    ¡°¡­Please.¡±


    However, the magical particles that remain in the alleyways stab him without his knowledge.


    As he moved down the road and approached Merlin Newtide deep in the alley, the sensing ability he had unwittingly cultivated while staying by Shaurillin¡¯s side swiftly evaluated the surrounding magic and told Miro Rosway.


    When she saw Merlin Newtide standing in a place where there was no corpse and only a blood-soaked wall, she moved quickly towards another alley, as if to guide him. He spotted at least three magics interwoven in the area where he was standing.


    A cold-blooded ice magic that emanates from a ¡®mark¡¯ as crystallized as a snowflake. And, because the bloodstains in this location have an icy temperament, the dead are most likely Alves.

 CH 11

    Another type of magic that was floating around was a green afterimage of grass.


    Normally, these flaws are only seen when they are caused by an elf¡¯s ¡®mark¡¯, but this is a weirdly utilized magic without a ¡®mark¡¯.


    Miro was not sure why such remnants survive from human things, but they must be traces of a human race, not a fairy.


    Perhaps this is the identity of Katlena Agreta¡¯s infamous, privately-owned assassination group, ¡°Lupus¡±, Miro Rosway speculated.


    Magic that is used without the assistance of a ¡®mark¡¯ but has a similar temperament? He¡¯s never heard of it.


    But the other traces were even more intriguing.


    ¡®This is strange.¡¯


    Miro Rosway acted casually, turning around quickly after Merlin Newtide. Someone must have perished without leaving a trace at his feet. Crushed and possibly mutilated by the weight of the ground.


    Without even ashes, it was burned to death.


    The only remaining magic is a flame that is fueled by blood rather than the ¡®mark¡¯ and burns without leaving even bones behind. If it is a legendary black flame, it will explain why a midsummer storm-like blast of heat blows to such a distant place.


    But, as far as he knew, there was only one magician in Roschodur who could burn a person without a trace without even a ¡®mark¡¯.


    And she was definitely sitting directly in front of Miro at the exact time when the magic had swept over the city like a frantic mismatch of seasons.


    Miro would have noticed if she had been using magic at a distance.


    There was no evidence, implying that Katlena Agreta did not kill the Alves on the scene.


    ¡®Was it a time-difference trick with Shaurilin as a witness?¡¯


    It wasn¡¯t that he hadn¡¯t thought of it that way. At least, Katlena now has no reason to excuse herself to Shaurillin, so he should first rule out that possibility.


    And, no matter how staggered the trick was, if Katlena had recently used the magic, Miro would have sensed the traces of magical powers floating around her as soon as she met her. Just as when she first met Merlin Newtide, he immediately recognized, without effort, any traces of her past magic.


    ¡®Like Katlena¡¯s exclusive group, can Lupus be able to use the same magic as Katlena?¡¯


    It was really a ¡®maybe¡¯ thing. There isn¡¯t any chance. Katlena would not have received the title of great sage at such a young age if this had been possible.


    She has been recognized as a genius for undeserved money because it is an achievement that no one else can achieve.


    Miro could not use magic, but he was well-versed in it, and he was confident that Katlena¡¯s level of fire magic was at least as high as that of humans.


    The more he thought, the deeper his mind was drawn into the maze.


    Miro Rosway shook his head a few times before deciding to concentrate solely on eliminating the previous sensations from his mind.


    Shaurillin was the one who had to make the decision. Miro just gathers information. He doesn¡¯t need to be preoccupied with weaving between clues. Especially if he doesn¡¯t have the ability to knot it.


    As he silently followed Merlin Newtide to the shopping street on the other side of the city, and passed the restaurant again, Miro¡¯s gaze flashed across the advertisement in front of the restaurant.


    Looking through the menu of the day that the elves probably won¡¯t be very pleased with, written on the billboards of the most famous large restaurant that they didn¡¯t intend to take Shaurilin with.


    It was only later that he found out that a pungent smell, which Shaurilin didn¡¯t like very much, was hovering around the restaurant.


    Miro Rosway committed the same mistake as Shaurillin. A rash assumption that Katlena¡¯s acts resemble a little favor.


    It can¡¯t be a favor, though. He was the only one who had witnessed the events of 18 years ago up close and personal.


    There were materials that looked so clear that he didn¡¯t even consider them. Miro Rosway was certain that Shaurillin was correct. He couldn¡¯t think Count Agreta had been framed since something was so evident.


    Miro was more surprised than anyone else when it was later proved that the charge of misunderstanding and suspicion was false.


    Miro recognizes that Shaurillin was in a position to make a mistake.


    Shaurillin was quietly overwhelmed by the miserable reality for three days and three nights, with the things laid out in front of them as if they were remarkably upside down. He then left the office in the afternoon of the third day. Without even informing Miro.


    Count Agreta was slaughtered between that evening and daybreak.


    A witness to Count Agreta¡¯s decapitation in the plaza turned into a sea of blood just as the dawn was lifting his head testified that he thought the dawn had suddenly set in the darkness.


    The red tinge that flowed down the lemon elf¡¯s hair was claimed to have been colored a full scarlet color under the evening glow, and it appeared just like the peaceful autumn sunset when the sun had set.


    Shaurillin Inborgia was a kind nymph who did not use the power of summary judgment at first, but Count Agreta had earned Shaurillin¡¯s trust so deeply that he behaved disrespectfully.


    To use a common term, it is usually referred to as a sense of betrayal.


    Shaurillin did not recount any details of the day to Miro, but Miro, who frequently visited Count Agreta¡¯s garden, felt that their bond was too unique to destroy their later lives.


    The elves who had lived too long did not show respect to the humans who traveled through Roschodur, but Count Agreta was a special being at the time.


    He was unique.


    The fairy, who would have lived for hundreds of years, was not treated as a great old man or a philosopher, and he did not draw a line.


    He truly considers Shaurillin to be a friend and refers to him as such. It¡¯s tough to imagine fairies and humans having a more natural relationship than that.


    The relationship between Count Agreta and Shaurillin was one-of-a-kind and difficult to recreate, and it was built on a specific foundation that could never be copied.


    Shaurillin had a soft spot for Count Agreta. Katlena was special to Shaurilin because it began sequentially from him.


    Miro understands Shaurillin. He is well aware that this is the situation with everything. However, it¡¯s impossible to deny that it must have been another severe betrayal from Katlena¡¯s perspective.


    Miro has never lost a loved one.


    Miro had never experienced the kind of sadness that comes with the death of someone who was so natural to be around.


    Perhaps Shaurillin would have lived long enough to witness Miro¡¯s death and even plan a funeral for him, and Miro Rosway could not even conceive the pain of being left behind after death.


    Just speculatively, presuming Shaurillin¡¯s death makes it difficult.


    Never to be able to talk, get advice, or meet again. Forgetting his voice. To be able to find the shape of a face only by fumbling through the portrait. A farewell that fades away with the passage of time. Weathering that cannot be undone or recovered.


    It¡¯s like a war with memories that are destined to be defeated and degraded, in which he will inevitably fail no matter how hard he strives to maintain his memories.


    He literally can¡¯t even imagine. But perhaps that day came too quickly for Katlena in a form she didn¡¯t recognize.


    ¡®When something like this happens, can Miro do anything for the other person?¡¯


    He can¡¯t. A kindness that cannot be sustained will be duplicated by fierce hatred and will be called out.


    He couldn¡¯t even imagine what that terrible loss and emptiness will be like; how can he quantify the magnitude of the rage and resentment?


    He couldn¡¯t blame Shaurillin, but he couldn¡¯t deny Katlena¡¯s loss.


    As a result, Miro feels humiliated and embarrassed in front of Katlena¡¯s very kind attitude, which preserves the courtesy and gentle warmth of high-ranking aristocrats in similar positions.


    He always senses peculiar inconsistencies when he looks at Shaurillin, who is smiling softly in front of him. Even though he keeps on to false hopes.


    ¡®Even if Katlena Agreta is as cold-hearted as the stories suggest, why would she pretend to be so generous to Shaurillin? Is it really necessary to preserve such an amicable relationship, even if she determined that she was worth cooperating with Shaurillin regardless of what happened in the past because she is very logical and rational? Could such an action, regardless of necessity, genuinely help Katlena Agreta¡¯s heart in a sensible and rational way? Is it possible that Katlena can characterize past occurrences as useless and consider them non-existent enough to sacrifice them for economic purposes? Could it be possible in the first place?¡¯


    At nightfall, Katlena Agreta hosted a welcoming party for Shaurillin Inborgia at the former Count Agreta¡¯s mansion.


    She connects the road to the plaza with an extravagant arch and greets guests on the white brick road where vivid crimson leaves scatter like blood, just as she recreates that moment of the place that she will probably never forget.


    Katlena Agreta¡¯s entire body tells her that she will never forget what happened that day.


    She dares to utter and pronounce the word revenge, repeatedly reminding Shaurillin of their resentful connection that day.


    The Iron-Blood Duchess, as the name implies, is ruthless while also being generous and kind to Shaurillin.


    With the gentleness of a picture, there is no room for explanation or comprehension.


    Miro¡¯s task is probably not to create a consistent backdrop for all of the seemingly odd pieces. Miro Rosway, on the other hand, unknowingly traces the scenery of the past in the face of such a contradictory series of inexplicables.


    Utterly insignificant


    ***


    Shaurillin had just finished speaking with the incumbent Foreign Minister Loggia Laxpelter through Katlena¡¯s introduction when Miro Rosway and Merlin Newtide arrived at the Foreign Office.


    Loggia Laxpelter had silver hair that was drenched in blue rain.


    She was objectively stunning, and she exuded extravagant elegance. She, who appeared to be a few years older than Katlena, gazed at the late-arriving Miro, swiping up her loosely worn spectacles, and then stood up to him, a strange kind of favor over her sharp expression.


    ¡°If you are a young man with a pointy-ear that follows Shaurillin Inborgia in the territory of Roschodur, perhaps your Sir Rosway?¡±


    ¡°Yes I am.¡±


    Miro unintentionally fixed his sight on the woman¡¯s chest in response. Naturally, the stare treatment left an unfavorable effect.


    Shaurillin, on the other hand, gave him a rare, confused smile.


    Merlin Newtide triangularly opened her eyes and gazed at Miro, as if scrutinizing him. Miro only removed his eyes belatedly after feeling the stare of judgment.


    He swore he¡¯d never met such a person in his forty years on human land.


    Miro Rosway paused for a while, unsure whether it was the foreign secretary¡¯s personal secret or an overheard conversation.


    Despite Miro¡¯s concerns, the woman who caught his glance and raised the corners of her lips put an end to his concerns with an intriguing tone. It happened right before Miro was going to apologize.


    ¡°Are you embarrassed? It doesn¡¯t appear to have a realistic shape, but it does.¡±

 CH 12

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry for being rude.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s okay.¡±


    Judging from her brutal gaze at Miro, Merlin seemed to understand the conversation differently.


    However, Shaurillin seemed to understand what conversation they were having. Miro nodded quietly toward him.


    Loggia Laxpelter has a blurry ¡®mark¡¯ in the middle of her chest.


    Looking at the flow around, she does not have an outstanding magic talent, but looking at the outline of the ears that appear to be human, it is rare among half-sized fairies to be born with the seal granted.


    Initially, it was difficult to find elves easily in Roschodur, and it was really his first time meeting a mixed-race fairy with a ¡®mark¡¯.


    Despite Miro¡¯s obvious humiliation and Schaurillin¡¯s hidden curiosity, Katlena Agreta maintained a calm and feminine demeanor. The cause became clear very immediately.


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to hide it like that. Anyone in Roschodur knows that I¡¯m of Delphine mixed race. My ears look human, but thanks to that, I became responsible for diplomacy with heterogeneous people. We¡¯re similar people.¡±


    ¡°You were in Delphine.¡±


    ¡°Because the Little Mermaid loves the human prince.¡±


    Loggia Laxpelter, who spoke as if she were narrating a fairy tale, reached out to Miro in a commanding yet friendly manner.


    Miro, who was always used to standing behind Shaurillin, hurriedly shook hands with her.


    ¡°I wanted to meet you at least once. I¡¯ve been looking forward to seeing you since Katlena told me she will bring you back soon.¡±


    Katlena¡¯s decision to bring Schaurillin back had to be neither impulsive nor without justification.


    Miro caught Katlena¡¯s gaze from the corner of his eye and asked Loggia without hesitation.


    ¡°Is it because we¡¯re similar people?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s common for a person in two places to not belong to either.¡±


    Only Miro received a pleasant smile from Loggia, who graciously replied in a cold voice.


    Then she was presented with a bottle of brandy from Rangvi Island, which was most likely given to by Shaurillin.


    ¡°According to Katlena, you¡¯ll probably do all nine departments today, so I¡¯ll settle with greetings; please stop by comfortably from now on; I¡¯d want to talk to Sir Rosway and have a drink.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Ms. Laxpelter; Miro didn¡¯t offer you the drink because he¡¯s a drinker; it was bought on the suggestion that you like strong alcohol and that if you drink it, Miro will rapidly open up.¡±


    Shaurillin responded instead of Miro, who shrank his shoulders in embarrassment at her intimate manner.


    ¡°In the near future, I¡¯ll evaluate the drinks he can consume with you and send them to you; I ask for your patience as I explain his constitution.¡±


    ¡°Yes, Sir, I¡¯ll be waiting.¡±


    With a voice that seemed to have lost interest, Loggia Laxpelter responded.


    With a calm expression, Shaurillin winked at Miro. Miro soon closed the distance between him and Shaurillin.


    Miro narrowly escaped with a careful eye greeting to Loggia Laxpelter as the party was leaving the foreign minister.


    Soon after, they accompanied Katlena Agreta on a trip through four ministries, and during the tour, Katlena, who was busy working, acted alone in a barrel that took Merlin away.


    Shaurillin planned to visit his common acquaintance, Gallois Schurt, late at night, share a drink, and have a lovely discussion, so he planned to rejoin Katlena Agreta by then.


    As a result, Miro, who had caught Shaurillin on his way to the finance office following his last visit, had already reported what had happened today.


    Miro Rosway thought it was something that should be discussed before joining Katlena.


    Shaurillin delivered a leisurely, fat answer while going through the hall of the government office and listening to Miro with a tranquil countenance.


    ¡°The person who discovered and appointed Loggia Laxpelter was Katlena.¡±


    ¡°What? Kat¡­The Duchess Agreta?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s a very respectable thing. If it were me, I would have lived without caring about all of the fairies and those involved without much distinction or specification. Fairy hybridism has few precedents of becoming a high-ranking official, and she dragged such a fairy hybrid up to the minister¡¯s. You probably know what kind of loneliness Loggia Laxpelter felt in the process, even if I didn¡¯t have to tell you. Let¡¯s talk comfortably with her without having to get my permission, regardless of my situation. I can¡¯t force you, but I think it¡¯ll help you, too.¡±


    ¡°¡­¡±


    ¡°By the way, as for some of the questions you¡¯ve raised, I¡¯m not sure whether there¡¯s a way to answer one or two of them, and one or two of them are still based on presumptions¡­ I believe I can make some reasonable assumptions about probability. But what I don¡¯t understand is why the Alves source¡¯s magical scar remained in the location where he was slain.¡±


    As the evening moon strolled under the picturesque night hanging at the end of the spire, Shaurillin Inborgia briefly pricked his ears as he heard the voice of God.


    ¡°It¡¯s Lupus. Come to think of it, it¡¯s a well-known group to cut off my neck and cover it, but I forgot about it. Somehow, we may have a short relationship with us in the future by encountering and stopping them.¡±


    He added silently, muttering with a slightly frozen cold air that sounded like humming.


    ¡°After all, I¡¯ll look into the ¡®magic¡¯ side of the problem separately, so you don¡¯t have to worry, Miro.¡±


    ¡°Is it okay if I don¡¯t contact his Highness Ilinai or look into the situation in detail? If he¡¯s preparing for a war with humans at least¡­¡±


    ¡°Yes. Usually, you deserve to take extra steps to boost your confidence. I¡¯ve known him for hundreds of years, and I know he¡¯ll never draw a blade against an outside race again, but that conviction comes only from a complete understanding of him and the trust he inspires.¡±


    Shaurilin explained in a long-standing manner, as he normally did.


    ¡°However, from what I can tell, Katlena has already developed a rather deep trust connection with King Ilinai.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    Miro, who had a brief frown, looked at Shaurillin and moaned as if he were criticizing him.


    ¡°She has never met King Ilinai officially, that¡¯s what I know.¡±


    ¡°Given the physical distance between the Blue Mountains and Roschodur, an unofficial meeting would have been difficult unless either of them made an official visit to the other country.¡±


    ¡°Katlena Agreta was a person who had studied overseas, and there was a time when she studied under the wise magician Rosetta; unless I know everything about her life, I can¡¯t claim I didn¡¯t even have an informal contact with her.¡±


    ¡°Kat was still a child back then¡­¡±


    Shaurillin remained silent in response to Miro¡¯s words.


    He simply lowered his eyes without moving his softly curled mouth.


    A deep purple light rose gently behind the pale yellow eyelashes, like the moon in a dream. He mumbled softly and distantly, as if he were simply viewing something outside the earth.


    ¡°As a result, she is already preparing for the Alves civil war because she is confident that King Ilinai is not the only one behind the Alves hiding in Roschodur. Of course, Miro, civil war will not happen as easily as you fear, because King Ilinai is not a man who has been in power for a long time in the warlike land. However, that doesn¡¯t mean you have to open the door so that you can easily figure out how to use it.¡±


    The white fairy¡¯s voice was consistently soothing. Along the tail of the spherical eyeballs, his purple eyes were bathed in moonlight.


    When he spoke like that, he gave the impression that everything was someone else¡¯s problem.


    It¡¯s as though it¡¯s only for Miro.


    Miro made him burst out laughing when he acted like that. Shaurillin had the temperament to keep an eye on her and keep a safe distance from her life. Miro¡¯s expression became a little more dissatisfied after the comments.


    ¡°I don¡¯t think it¡¯s fair to judge whether her comments that she wouldn¡¯t take revenge on me are true or deceptive in order to conceal her true objective; I¡¯m not suggesting you¡¯ll be upset.¡±


    ¡°Why isn¡¯t it fair?¡±


    ¡°Shouldn¡¯t I dare to gauge and judge the truth in any case? I will have to humbly accept it whether she demands me to pay a reasonable price or not.¡±


    ¡°Shaurillin.¡±


    Shaurillin gave an uneasy smile in response to the critical call. He spoke warmly while holding out one hand as if to deter Miro.


    ¡°Don¡¯t get me wrong, Miro; I¡¯m not attempting to give up or sacrifice my life for that. Last night, while I was looking at the rearranged administrative system, I was thinking that perhaps deleting my position and rendering what I performed useless was considered to be her own decent and negative vengeance.¡±


    ¡°¡­¡±


    ¡°Just the fact that it touches on something I¡¯ve wished for my entire life makes me feel guilty; if there is a small counterattack that is structured so carefully that it causes no harm to anyone, it is certainly not revenge; but if it is, isn¡¯t it a sad assumption that it might be a gift to the object of resentment?¡±


    Shaurillin replied slowly, stroking his chin for a time, in a voice that seemed to persuade Miro.


    In either case, the answers to these questions will come to them on their own time.


    The issue with Alves is his Highness Ilinai¡¯s informal friendship with Katlena, and Katlena¡¯s


    cautious intentions toward Shaurillin will most likely be revealed to them only after a short time.


    Many problems are addressed by time and solved in this manner.


    And with that, the story came to a close. Schaurillin didn¡¯t appear to want to talk about it any longer. At least, that¡¯s how it felt tonight.


    Everything that transpired during the day seemed unusual and confusing to Miro, but this didn¡¯t appear to be the case for a fairy who lived for a long time.


    From Katlena¡¯s genuine motives to the city¡¯s repeated murders of Alves, A new epoch has begun.


    To grasp Katlena¡¯s strangely high understanding of King Ilinai and the fairy mixed race foreign minister.


    There are too many wizards around Katlena alone, as well as magical scars from the assassination group Lupus, which appears to be above the law.


    Shaurillin suggested, generously and gently, as if he didn¡¯t care about any of it.


    ¡°So, let¡¯s not waste any more time and go see Gallois, where we might be able to get some information regarding the fifteen years we¡¯ve been away from Roschodur, which you¡¯re quite interested in.¡±


    The strangest thing was the restaurant sign and the traces of spicy spices, which Katlena refused as if she cared for Shaurillin. But Miro couldn¡¯t tell Shaurillin that, and Miro pondered quietly as he chased after Shaurillin.


    He will eventually inform the High Elf about his life and rationale after thinking about it for one or two nights, but he may ponder about it alone for one or two nights more, which will upset him.


    In a guilty dream, he would unwittingly inquire the cause for all the suspicious words and deeds, but the query would not assist Miro much with his two-night anxieties.


    Strangely and naturally, even with Miro and the exquisite girl of Shaurillin in the past, the answer will never be possible.


    Perhaps the only questions that arose after the helpless girl vanished from the world were those that came only after the helpless girl vanished from the world.


    Will time pass, as Shaurillin said, and Katlena in the future will tell them the answers that Katlena in the past didn¡¯t know?


    Miro was suspicious, but not distrustful, and he began to follow his owner with enthusiasm.


    ii. A strange day with the half-elf Miro. End.

 CH 13

    When the rose leaves sway with gold, it¡¯s a beautiful day.


    The sea breeze has a slight green scent to it, and there are flowers everywhere they look.


    Young Katlena is always running to the same location among the brightly colorful flowers.


    It will be one of the most colorful and thrilling days of her life, she anticipates.


    No one will ever be able to escape the world of black and white chromatic colors once coated in food.


    It¡¯s a priceless landscape because it can¡¯t be replaced and isn¡¯t meant to be replaced.


    Katlena Agreta gently creates a line between the scenery and herself whenever she dreams of those days.


    The little ¡°Kat¡± looked up at her as if she were standing there in the gorgeous and serene sunshine, drawing a manly smile at the youngster.


    She reconsiders the fact that she is standing in a bloody hall, not a garden. Then, like a person who could breathe, Katlena asked ¡°Kat¡± to go over the line.


    ¡°Is that fairy one of your favorites?¡±


    She is aware of the solution.


    The Red Duchess gained spite, not misery, from her experience of being pushed to the very depths of loss and grief.


    I. The Iron Manor, Catlena Agreta.


    iii. An uneasy administrator.


    The shape of a ¡°mark¡±, a trace of God that is carved, grown, and progressively blurred after birth, determines one¡¯s place in the elven society.


    Their species, which could manage the weight of gravity on their body, began to treat the production of explosive muscle power or walking above water or snow as a regular habit.


    Their main weapon is a bow, ax, and a throwing dagger, which take advantage of the physical attributes of instant muscle strength and quick mobility. They like to crush people with thin and long swords rather than cutting them with heavy ones.


    In general, elves, with heads larger than humans, wielding a longsword, longer than their lower body, would kill the person in front of them without even screaming.


    Shaurillin held a long sword in his hand before obtaining the castle of Inborgia in human land.


    He could manage gravity better than any other elves, and he had a more vibrant and gorgeous body than anyone else, as well as being mercilessly powerful. It was a source of terror rather than awe and respect.


    The side hair of the Elf-like braid hangs down to the side of the long blonde flowing down to the elf, fluttering bright blonde.


    Six hundred years ago, a young and cool elf approached the king of the Alves, whom he had met after two centuries of war.


    Ilinai Nuetta Higgin. King of the Alves, the noble king of the Blue Mountains.


    ¡®Has he ever thought that life was free of charge over a long period of time?¡¯


    Shaurillin was insensitive enough to ask him such a question, so the meaning of life only arises when someone needs and expects him.


    Therefore, Shaurillin doesn¡¯t have much regret.


    Shaurillin will take his neck.


    That¡¯s where the calling engraved on the back of his hand leads him.


    ***


    It was a beautiful day. It¡¯s Shaurillin¡¯s first day back at work since his return.


    Shaurillin, who had woken at dawn, sat blankly on the terrace railing and watched the dark blue sky brighten.


    His eyes are opened by a beautiful, brilliant purple morning.


    It immediately changed color to red. Before it grows brighter, it is the reddest. For a brief moment, the world appeared to be dripping with blood.


    Shaurillin is always caught by the serene scenery by the time it removes the redness and melts down again.


    At the end of the day, there is an obvious cross between daily birth and loss.


    The light that sank on the earth and the forest veiled its existence and permeated the air, disguising its color as if there was no cause to announce its existence in the world as he held his breath with such a distant view. The world begins to cover and shine with gold when light does not expose itself.


    When light did not disclose itself, it was the most assertive.


    He has spent a long time sitting indifferently at the highest point of the stone-stacked sacred spot, watching the scenery and his life.


    The moment the earth was illuminated was the same from anywhere on the planet. He¡¯s been alive for far too long to know whether he¡¯s happy or sad.


    The power of gravity, wind, and lightning etched on his body tilts when the moon tilts. A side effect was a minor alteration in the fairies¡¯ hair, eyes, and skin hues. Shaurillin¡¯s eyes were tinted bright purple depending on the ratio of magical ability and qualities to tilting.


    From murky light purple to swinging magenta, there¡¯s something for everyone. With the blood-colored dawn¡¯s purple hue. In the direction of the sunset.


    It¡¯s as if it¡¯s coming to an end.


    The blue color carved on the back of his hand, which hasn¡¯t faded with age, twinkles like the last surviving star in the early sky.


    Shaurillin¡¯s eyes often closed very slightly by the time a sword-cut scar scraped the deep area of his chest and it regained its color.


    He understands that this is no longer a forest, and even less so for stone-stacked elfs.


    Through the pointed red roofs, the scarlet sun rises. There¡¯s a faint sound of whispering. Various odors emanate from afar. People pass past like they do in their everyday lives.


    It was more unrealistic to him than anything else in the universe, and he perceives it every time he is on top of a human planet.


    He sat like that till Miro opened the door and trembled as he prepared for the light as though it were a long-running marathon that would never die


    It will never fade since he knows it is the same as what faded in the first place.


    ***


    In fact, in the current administrative structure, which is divided into nine government offices, the position of ¡°prime minister¡± is a purely ceremonial one.


    There was no one brave enough to unilaterally dissolve the office of prime minister while Shaurillin was abroad, and the position, which had already faded, has stayed intact because Katlena, the only fearless one, purposefully disregarded it.


    In any event, until just before his exile, Shaurillin held the role of prime minister, and while there was a representative, Gallois Schurt, there was no successor to him.


    The emperor left his post vacant in anticipation for the return of the High Elf, whom he said would live for 1,500 years with ease. In reality, the office of prime minister was a term in Roschodur that meant ¡°Shaurillin Inborgia¡±.


    There was no other prime minister except Shaurillin, the prime ministership was his and his alone.


    As a result, the post that Schaurillin was assigned following his return was similar.


    Katlena Agreta suggested that the administrative office is the best place for the prime minister¡¯s work out of the nine offices.


    That was, in fact, the situation.


    Unless it was a private connection between Katlena Agreta and Shaurillin Inborgia, anybody would have agreed that the prime minister¡¯s position was best suited to him.


    People, on the other hand, were skeptical about Katlena Agreta¡¯s proposition.


    Every Roschodur is aware of the 18-year-old massacre and the trial 15 year ago. People found it difficult to express anything nice just by imagining what would happen if the two sat face to face in the same seat.


    As a result, Shaurillin Inborgia, was the first to give Katlena¡¯s proposal for a job a positive review.


    He realized that the most efficient approach to boost the prime minister¡¯s job efficiency was to get consent from the administrative office. The parties agreed that this was acceptable, but they were not required to plan for the difficulties of keeping the two apart. Both the Marquess of Rochester and the Emperor had long discussions before accepting Katlena¡¯s offer.


    So, Shaurillin¡¯s work place was created next to the Executive Minister¡¯s office.


    A luxurious reception area, created to treat him like he belonged in the first place, with furnishings remade as the prime minister¡¯s office to mix things up a bit. Shaurillin was named the ultimate approver of all nine departments¡¯ paperwork.


    In any scenario, he will continue to serve as the final approver as long as the prime ministership is still in existence. It was their job to deliver the final authorized paperwork to the Emperor and receive his approval. As he has done for quite some time.


    Gallois Schurt, the current Treasury Minister, has yet to make changes, thus he may spend his final years as the prime minister¡¯s representative.


    Shaurillin was not concerned about it. Contrary to popular belief, he did not believe that the title of the position, whether prime minister or not, was very important. He¡¯s still doing what he¡¯s supposed to be doing in his place, as before. The tall lemon elf¡¯s life has always been arranged in this manner. Since then, it hasn¡¯t changed all that much.


    This new office, on the other hand, upset Miro Rosway.


    The room just across the hall from the minister¡¯s office used to be a VIP reception area. This description had an obvious meaning. A richly ornamented door stood between Shaurillin¡¯s and Katlena¡¯s offices.


    When this door is opened, the two offices merge together to form a single area. Two questionable persons who seem to run into one another all the time have decided to spend the entire year separated by a wall. It was a sign to Miro that it wasn¡¯t going to be a happy day.


    Miro Rosway¡¯s uneasiness was increased by the fact that Katlena was the first to propose the place. Shaurillin, who is prone to treating his work as if it were someone else¡¯s, was unconcerned in either case.


    To begin, he thoroughly analyzed the present jurisdiction of administrative offices, memorized the list of administrative personnel, and nervously handled papers from nine ministries neatly and correctly as if there were no blank time.


    In truth, from the perspective of an elf, fifteen years was not that long. From the perspective of an elf, it was like a vacation if he didn¡¯t consider what he had been overwhelmed with all this time.


    It¡¯s like taking a quick break. He assumed he had no need to be late or slow because it was his first day back at work in fifteen years, and he was genuinely doing it.


    He completed his first day at work without incident. Despite the fact that he worked all day, Katlena appeared to be working as well.


    Miro, who had glanced at the entrance between the rooms, began to rush in, and the situation became so chaotic that there was no time to be concerned. Katlena knew she couldn¡¯t afford to open that door now and risk throwing an omen.


    Shaurillin was in charge of processing the paperwork, but Miro was in charge of receiving, sorting, and returning the completed product to various administrative offices.


    Lunchtime was their only break.


    Finally, about 3PM, Miro¡¯s mind began to develop reflections and guilt sentiments. He began to resent the day he had spent visiting nine government agencies, taking three or four hours away from Katlena¡¯s job. Miro, he had this peculiar idea that if he had been Katlena, he would have wished to murder Shaurillin three times.

 CH 14

    ¡°Was there always this much work? I think I had a little more free time back in the day.¡±


    The end of their work was 5 in the afternoon.


    Of course, it was not decided that that day was the first working day for the former prime minister and his aide.


    ¡°I don¡¯t think this was a very humane work environment.¡± Miro exclaimed to himself.


    In fact, they were not the only ones who couldn¡¯t leave. Miro Rosway was aware that people were constantly coming in and out of the next room.


    Katlena¡¯s immediate subordinates, who surprisingly consist of a high percentage of wizards, were unknowingly informing Miro of their whereabouts whenever they moved.


    Miro has been appointed to the position of administrator, which should be interpreted as a hellish experience to work in. Miro splashed water on his face a few times.


    Eventually, around 6 in the afternoon Miro collapsed on the assistant¡¯s desk, exhausted.


    Shaurillin, who was looking at the document with a bright expression, grinned and answered sweetly.


    ¡°This is due to the fact that the administrative agency is in charge of minor tasks. It¡¯s not a bad thing if administrative agencies take a closer look at it. It indicates that the current system is doing admirably. If you don¡¯t miss not just a report of the general standard, but a specific partial description, the more sensitive the system is, the better it will be for people to live. It means we have a system in place, as well as standards, and that we can concentrate on having someone look over everything and improve.¡±


    Shaurillin smiled and looked up at the tearful Miro.


    ¡°Let¡¯s take a break, Miro. The administrator¡¯s garden is lovely, so you should go for a walk. You must have worked three times as hard as I did.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s not true. Your job is more difficult.¡±


    Miro quickly jumped up and sat, waving his hands.


    ¡°I can¡¯t let you work alone. I¡¯m your aide, assistant, and knight.¡±


    ¡°but my stamina is better than yours.¡±


    Shaurillin, who smiled awkwardly, said it as if he were giving Miro a hard time on purpose.


    ¡°I can hold out for about a week without sleeping while wielding a sword as big as your height.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s because you can use gravity magic to lower the weight load on you by combining the three unique forces of gravity, wind, and lightning. I¡¯m sure it has nothing to do with my mental exhaustion.¡±


    ¡°What about sleep? Good physical strength increases your resistance to mental fatigue.¡±


    Then, the white fairy clapped his hands a couple of times.


    ¡°Okay, this is an order Miro. Don¡¯t come back for the next 30 minutes.¡±


    ¡°How can you do this?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s an order.¡±


    ¡°¡­¡±


    Miro eventually stood up silently, impressed by the firm response.


    However, Miro could not go on a walk in the garden. This was due to a couple of knocks on the luxurious door inside the room, which was carefully locked, before the Half Elf left. Miro swiftly approached and opened the door after a brief glance at Shaurillin.


    ¡°Your Highness, Duchess Agreta.¡±


    ¡°Relax and call me Katlena, Miro. I¡¯m going to continue to work as your colleague in the same building, until when are we going to be so strict?¡±


    Katlena entered Shaurillin¡¯s office, gently responding. Then she looked at Shaurillin¡¯s desk, which was full of nicely organized documents, and Miro¡¯s desk, which was not even organized, as if it were an interior decoration. She muttered and let out a deep sigh.


    ¡°I knew this would happen. Now, two of you, rest until seven.¡±


    ¡°Even so, I was about to let Miro go for a walk. Did you hear that, Miro? The administrative minister agrees with me, so you¡­¡±


    ¡°I mean, sir, you should rest, too.¡± Katlena calmly recited in an authoritative and commanding voice.


    ¡°Of course, an elf¡¯s physical strength will be better than humans, but if you sit all day, you¡¯ll ruin Miro Rosway¡¯s rest.¡±


    It couldn¡¯t be said any other way, to be honest. While Miro bowed his head in embarrassment, Shaurillin placed a stack of papers on the table as if he couldn¡¯t help himself.


    ¡°However, if I rest now, the discharge time would be pushed out much farther. I feel bad for the people who are waiting for my approval; it appears that resting is difficult right now. I appreciate your suggestion, Katlena.¡±


    ¡°If you stay until after 5 p.m. and work overtime, we¡¯re going to take an hour break in the evening; it¡¯ll be more efficient, and there¡¯s no guarantee that sitting next to each other all day will end before 9, so if you don¡¯t force yourself to breathe and eat, the number of people dying of overwork will outnumber the number of new bureaucrats.¡±


    ¡°Oh, my.¡±


    Unfortunately, however, with convincing words, Shaurillin eventually put down the documents and stood up.


    ¡°Miro, shall we eat?¡±


    ¡°Yes, please.¡±


    ¡°Let¡¯s eat whatever you want.¡±


    Shaurillin, who spoke as if he were soothing Miro, glanced behind Katlena and blinked his purple eyes.


    ¡°You¡¯re not with Ms. Newtide today.¡±


    ¡°I have four secretaries. They take turns working at the administrative office, and on other days, they are devoted to holidays and ¡°other tasks¡±. This is Lazian Minral.¡±


    Even if he didn¡¯t know what the ¡°other tasks¡± were, Miro Rosway, who had been cut off in the middle of the back inquiry when Alves was killed, turned to Lazia Minral with a short distance and helpless eyes. Oh, he was a wizard too.


    ¡°Nice to meet you, Mr. Minral.¡±


    ¡°I look forward to your kind cooperation.¡±


    Lazian Minral was a man with short white hair neatly tucked behind his forehead. He was dressed in a black and red uniform that matched Katlena¡¯s clothing perfectly just like Merlin Newtide.


    A tiny flame fluttered in Merlin¡¯s eyelids, in contrast to the cold tone on his blue eyes. Unlike Merlin Newtide, who appeared to be more of a soldier than an aide, this side appeared to be an ¡°assistant¡± in every way.


    It means that he looked like a gatekeeper. The hands held while shaking hands were also definitely those who did not hold a sword. But the smell of magic was very special.


    Unlike the cool-headed appearance of producing narrow stereotypes, which seemed to necessarily use ice magic, the magic particles floating around him were generally noisy.


    He was a flame wizard.


    The mysterious fire wizard under Katlena, who burned Alves without a trace in the middle of the city, quickly withdrew the hypothesis as he shook hands.


    The magic of Lazian Minral was not naturally expressed through the ¡°mark¡±, nor through blood. His magic is manifested by physical phenomena.


    In other words, he is an artist who plays the role of the ¡°amplifier¡± or the ¡°trigger¡± that can draw terrifying flames from dust in the air, small sparks, and sparks of matches.


    On a clear and dust-free day, this type is vulnerable to clear air, they can¡¯t do anything when it rains, and they can¡¯t utilize magic if the humidity rises a little even if it doesn¡¯t rain. It¡¯s like a hand that doesn¡¯t even handle weapons, so it¡¯s at peace in the sea but nearly worthless onshore throughout the spring and summer.


    Feeling sorry for him, Miro hid his sincerity behind his awkward smile. It was a class that could not fully fulfill a single wizard¡¯s share alone.


    However, Katlena Agreta¡¯s aide was different.


    Next to Katlena, Lazian Minral will undoubtedly act as a facilitator capable of generating more than three efficiencies in a single instant.


    With Katlena Agreta¡¯s modest magic, the humidity around him can be blown away in an instant, and Lazian Minral¡¯s magic can flawlessly back up Katlena Agreta¡¯s magic.


    Lazian Minral can enhance the iconic black flames, even if Katlena Agreta does not put much effort into calling out the embers.


    This indicates that by combining two forces, the effect can be multiplied, or even doubled. It was a skill that Katlena Agreta¡¯s assistant deserved to have. As an assistant, he might have the best life. Similarly, Miro Rosway backs the only talent that Schaurillin lacks.


    Miro approached Shaurillin, and sent a signal by stabbing his back with his fingertips.


    Shaurillin curled his eyelids and recommended it refreshingly when he learned that Lazian Minral was also a wizard.


    ¡°Katlena, did you eat? Will you join me? I owe you last time, so I¡¯ll treat you today.¡±


    ¡°Thank you for the offer, but I¡¯ll take this opportunity to make an appointment. It¡¯s a shame that you can¡¯t be with us. Have a good meal, Shaurillin.¡±


    Shaurillin, who had responded slowly, opened the door with a smile casually.


    ¡°I see. But don¡¯t miss it and make sure to eat. Let¡¯s go, Miro.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Miro sighed with regret as they exited the administrator and entered a store that was nearest to the administrator and appeared to be easy for elf¡¯s to eat.


    ¡°The administrator¡¯s job is quite demanding. It¡¯s not similar to the traditional administrative method, in my opinion. She advised us to eat and rest. Katlena seemed to be returning to work.¡±


    ¡°Yes, it¡¯s probably an informal task.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    Shaurillin smiled kindly and spoke again in his usual steady, slow, and finite manner when Miro doubted his ears and asked again.


    ¡°What is the appointment you need to attend during the break, rather than during regular business hours?¡±

 CH 15

    At Shaurillin¡¯s request, Miro briefly explained the magic particles that he felt from Lazian Minral.


    Since they entered the restaurant, which did not place a high importance on formality, Miro took some of the plates the waiter handed them and placed them on the table, while Shaurillin listened intently to his story.


    ¡°Magic that comes from physics¡­ That¡¯s a rare case.¡±


    ¡°Yes, it¡¯s been 30 years since I saw one. Although it is the first time that magic results from such an absurd physical phenomenon. Still, with Katlena by his side, he can live with the best efficiency that his ability can produce.¡±


    It was only after Shaurillin picked up the tableware that Miro accepted Shaurillin¡¯s words, and started eating after receiving the plate he gave him.


    Magic ability was not entirely passed down by genetics.


    When both parents and children were wizards, considering that the magical properties were similar, it seemed that genetics can be affected to some extent, but it was not particularly absolute.


    This is because elves have the trait of a special magical transmission called ¡°the mark¡±, but humans did not.


    None of the scholars in the Kingdoms of Roschodur and Mado have figured out how magic works in humans or how it is passed along. Everyone, on the other hand, assumed that magic was similar to a motor nerve.


    There are people who are good without a chance of being good, as well as people who assumed they would be good but aren¡¯t. Some people wonder whether it¡¯s a talent, while others wonder if it¡¯s genetic, and still others wonder if it¡¯s entirely genetic, but Miro believes it originated from the inherited environment and growth.


    Shaurillin, who has even approached the elves for deep information, most likely has a thorough understanding of the world¡¯s fundamentals, although he has never given such an explanation.


    Miro had not anticipated such a response from him.


    The High Elf were keeping not only the world¡¯s providence, but also the truth about providence, in a stone-stacked sanctuary. The solution and truth, based on the atmosphere in the elven community, are most likely of a type that cannot be changed.


    In any case, Miro Rosway had a similar understanding of magic to humans in this regard. They¡¯re at a point where they don¡¯t know anything beyond what they¡¯ve heard.


    ¡°Come to think of it, Newtide¡¯s magic was unique. It was a rare style.¡±


    With a bite of fresh seasoned veggies, Miro mumbled as soon as he remembered.


    Shaurillin smiled faintly as he remembered the night Miro accompanied Merlin Newtide. Then he heard a comprehensive explanation of her magical talent from Miro after coming back.


    Some elves who are knowledgeable with nature have magicians who can work with trees or grass, but humans rarely demonstrate similar abilities.


    Merlin Newtide¡¯s magic is most likely winding down. Although the form was not precisely identified, the entire story was sufficient.


    It indicates that distinguishing between features and attributes was not difficult, and it is most likely a type of flowering, exploding fruit, or vine control at will.


    Miro Rosway briefly bit a fork in his lips, recalling Lazian Minral, who had a very cold-looking face wrapped with a very open magic.


    ¡°Are the other two assistants magicians as unusual as Newtide or Minral? Why are there so many unique magical features around Katlena? About 30 of Katlena¡¯s aides that arrived at the office today were wizards. Do you think that makes sense?¡±


    ¡°Well, because they operate alternately, if you¡¯re an aide, you¡¯ll probably be able to observe the other two¡¯s talents shortly.¡±


    Shaurillin responded to the question in his usual laid-back manner. Miro simply shrugged his dissatisfaction and then quietly returned his attention to his dinner.


    ***


    ¡°Do you think it¡¯s enough to play a role assigned to you at birth? Just live as the constellation-like form of wound speaks to, without any judgment, measurement, or belief of your own? ¡±


    He is referred to by the rest of the world as an immortal being who never dies. The Alves race¡¯s immortal ruler, a sculpture-like guy with frozen glaciers and black hair like the north wind¡¯s shadow, chuckled and spoke.


    Those blue eyes are the source of his lightning. His white and apparent scars on his eyes, which no one can hide, have proven his indiscriminate existence and driven him to this location.


    He can¡¯t possibly die for such a boring guy. He reasoned that no one would try to murder him, hence he had survived so far.


    The monotonous life of foolish and blind fairies is what is free, not life itself.


    ¡°Will you also become such a short and free entertainment of my life and disappear beyond the question?¡±


    Ilinai smiled brightly at the protagonist with the lemon-colored hair and grape-like eyes who had pushed the wire deep into the blue mountain range for a long time. He muttered something.


    ¡°All right, let¡¯s see whether you can end this life.¡±


    ***


    It was at this time that Shaurillin built his own office next to the administrative minister¡¯s and became accustomed to his duties as an administrative officer.


    To be precise, it was around fall, about a week after he walked in and sat down to do his work.


    Guests of high importance began to visit the former prime minister¡¯s office on a regular basis after that.


    Anyway, the 400-year-old Prime Minister, Shaurillin Inborgia, the High Elf, was attracting public attention, and young influential people, particularly those who had completed a generational shift in the previous 15 years, wanted to meet with Shaurillin and judge him according to their criteria.


    Miro was obnoxious to those individuals, but he remained silent because Shaurillin made no gestures or words.


    There were just issues that Miro couldn¡¯t stand and wanted to lash out at.


    It was that uninvited visitors would show in and sit down without regard for working hours or other hours, all the while making noises about scratching people¡¯s heads.


    This was due to the fact that Shaurillin¡¯s leave time was approaching. Shaurillin, who excelled at new jobs, began to accelerate day by day, although his work hours grew longer and longer.


    How unreasonable that is!


    Miro, more than anyone else, was well aware that the white fairy did not sleep or relax for an extended period of time. He also realizes that it¡¯s not simply because Shaurillin is physically strong that he sleeps well. Since they first met, Shaurillin has been living like that.


    He possessed a well-rounded personality that appeared generous and comfortable in all aspects of life, yet the ease did not stem from a calm state of mind. It¡¯s like a well-painted sword¡¯s quiet surface. It¡¯s like a sharpness that can be yanked at any point while remaining as bright as a lake.


    There are three types of elves. As a priest, a High Elf guards the Carpenta Forest¡¯s stone-stacked sacred area in the middle. Low Elf as a warrior who is continuously fighting an outside race near the border. Finally, a common elf, who spreads across the elven settlement and surrounds it as if guarding the primary holy site, the Ground Elf is the ¡°generic citizen¡±.


    The origin of this name, which separates the elf into three groups, is most likely derived from the elevation of the location where it resides.


    The sacred place where the high elves lived was called ¡°Silver Star¡± because it was piled high with stones, and the entrance to the wilderness where the low elves stayed outside the battlefield was called ¡°the neck of Iri¡±.


    The middle zone and the forest and plain where virtually all elfs are born became the standard up and down, and those who lived there were called ground elfs.


    As a result, there was no way of knowing where Schaurillin¡¯s mentality of treating life as if it were in the middle of a war came from.


    Shaurillin¡¯s life as a priest would have been holy because he is a high elf.


    Indeed, when Shaurillin¡¯s name, which is nearly prohibited among elves, was leaked from ground elves in the middle zone, there was a narrative that he was ¡°an ungrateful opponent who went out of the Holy Land and into the human realm¡±, which Miro found peculiar.


    ¡®Why are the elves living in the Holy Land wary of life every moment of the day?¡¯


    Miro is baffled, yet the fact that Shaurillin lives in such a manner indicates that he is acquainted with Miro.


    Shaurillin didn¡¯t take naps too often.


    Miro had no option but to be careful of significant exhaustion collecting on Shaurillin, who was actually ignoring himself and having a hard time resting down.


    Shaurillin may have his physical strength, but it doesn¡¯t mean he deserves to carry all that hefty weight. Miro wished he could react instead of Shaurillin and take care of his work. He couldn¡¯t, which was an issue.


    So Miro had to feel less relief than annoyance when production minister Zilosurua, with whom he had only exchanged hello once the day before, paid him a surprise visit.


    No one would have filtered out disagreements during the presence of ministerial officials, at the very least.


    Furthermore, even if Zilosurua leaves immediately, he may exploit the excuse of his visit to prohibit subsequent visits.


    Miro sighed profoundly, and today he was making tea for the production minister in the hopes that Shaurillin would not overwork himself.


    Zilosurua, the production minister, was a thirty-year-old young guy.


    The production hall is one of nine government departments in charge of looking after people¡¯s livelihoods, assessing welfare and social problems in each region, and devising statistical measurements.


    They¡¯re also in charge of assessing urban design and establishing standards. They¡¯re even working on books about coordinating industries in different regions and managing specialties.


    It¡¯s simple to say, and in reality, their duties overlapped three or four times. As a result, when he came to see Shaurillin the other day, he couldn¡¯t remain long, only exchanged greetings, and had to go without disturbing him.


    There has to be a reason for such a busy person to come at such a busy time.


    Miro, with the heart of a public official, carefully chosen tea leaves that may aid in tiredness recovery, stared pitifully at Zilosurua.


    With his wheat hair extended up to his shoulders, Zilosurua has a slim and attractive aspect.


    His skin was generally pale as if he were going to collapse, so after reviewing the work status of nine government agencies, he looked pathetic.


    Shaurillin grinned for a time as he read Miro¡¯s eyes alone and advised Zilosurua to take a seat first. With a wink, sky-colored eyes as pale as the skin thanked Shaurillin and Miro.


    After exchanging a few ceremonial welcomes, Zilosurua advised starting the talk right away rather than prolonging it for a lengthy period. Shaurillin softly nodded.


    Unlike some other high-ranking persons who have essentially put one foot in politics, Zilosurua is a sincere person who was compelled to sit in the ministerial seat by Katlena Agreta, who was on an inspection while conducting integrity administration in the province.


    Katlena declared she had abducted him with her own mouth the day he was presented to him, and Zilosurua did not contradict the statement much, to the point he assumed he had been kidnapped.


    He inquired right away, unlike others who sought to bring up his company formally, because he is the owner of such a character.


    ¡°Do you know that the atmosphere of local administrators has been disturbing?¡±

 CH 16

    As Zilosurua described himself, the story he told was ¡°unconvincing¡±.


    Miro Rosway had to accept the idea that Zilosurua was a strange person before analyzing the disturbing agenda.


    For example, when Shaurillin inquired about his plan of skipping the administrative minister and reporting the administrator¡¯s chaotic environment to the prime minister, he groaned and replied as follows.


    ¡°I¡¯m going to speak with your Excellency and the Duchess of Agreta in this chamber,¡± he says.


    After concluding a conversation with Shaurillin, Zilosurua promptly used the internal passage of the room to proceed to the next room for such easy and effective reasons.


    He returned via the inner door not long after telling Shaurillin the identical story he had told her without making a mistake and then ending the conversation.


    It¡¯s safe to assume that they didn¡¯t fully close the door and heard the story loudly. Zilosurua did not inform Katlena or Shaurillin separately.


    Zilosurua avoided using demanding language like ¡°I¡¯m going to talk about something significant from now on, so you guys assemble¡± as a courtesy to minister-level officials, but it was essentially a recitation of the same subject.


    Perhaps because it was intriguing, Shaurillin, who formed a faint line with his lips, did not pause. He interrupted Zilosurua, who was ready to leave the room after greeting him, with a second inquiry.


    ¡°Why do you have to go through the door inside the room? If you go out into the hallway, there will be a door right next to you.¡±


    ¡°There are people who keep an eye on who the ministers meet. In particular, on the day the Secretary of State, who has a bad relationship with the Duchess of Agreta, secretly joined two or more ministers, will probably go wild, calling it a conspiracy to restrict military management rights through collusion between three government offices.¡±


    ¡°Who¡¯s the Secretary of State?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s the Marquis of Lacrivia.¡±


    ¡°Aha¡­¡±


    Shaurillin sighed refreshingly as if he knew it. He drew a faint smile.


    ¡°It¡¯s not a bad relationship, it¡¯s because he¡¯s done something. He owed Katlena a debt and lost a little bit of faith in the aristocratic society. The easiest way to get rid of debt is to get rid of the person you owe. At least according to human discipline in human land.¡±


    Shaurillin¡¯s response sounded nonchalant. No wonder, Shaurillin was the person who was more deeply involved in the ¡°case¡± that led to all this. Shaurillin knew what choice the Marquis of Lacrivia of that time made.


    He was calculating too much profit. He stated that he would not lose even a little, and he forgot about what he had received thus far in favor of what he would receive in the future.


    He stated that he would not support Katlena Agreta with even a slight bit of help, which would have meant nothing to them.


    It¡¯s not that he dislikes Katlena Agreta; it¡¯s just a waste of time for them.


    It was a decision that shattered the nobility¡¯s faith and left a bleak image.


    This is because Katlena Agreta would not have expected to return as a giant after that, and the kid who had lost her family and money had a very short vision of the future, thinking she would be useless.


    Past incidents in which he abruptly severed ties with an impoverished little girl whose valuable backbone, Count Agreta, vanished.


    It was perhaps the Marquis of Lacrivia¡¯s greatest disgrace and irreversible regret.


    The tough choices of those days pushed the Marquis of Lacrivia¡¯s only child to the sidelines, and this became the most important factor in the emergence of an uneasy environment between a capable and prestigious current administrative minister and the historic marquis-turned-secretary of state.


    The work of the Marquis of Lacrivia and the Count of Agreta is tainted by a different kind of resentment than the issue between Shaurillin and Katlena.


    The issue of treachery and good faith between the families.


    Because nature differed, the answer to the resentment differed as well. Unlike Shaurillin and Katlena¡¯s relationship, which is based on the logic of power in a noble society, the dispute between the Lacrivia¡¯s and Agreta¡¯s was simply based on the logic of power in a noble society.


    ¡®What are their options for resolving this issue? It wasn¡¯t going to end until one of them was trampled.¡¯ The High Elf, who had spent too much time in the human world, mistook it for someone else¡¯s business and responded cautiously.


    ¡°I think I understand. If you need to communicate with her in the future, you can use this chamber as a convenient gateway. Even though we have nothing to do with each other.¡±


    For the first time, Zilosurua acted inefficiently even though he was in a rush to conclude his business and sought to leave the prime minister¡¯s office.


    He looked at Shaurillin with a gentle expression for a little moment, as though staring at something weird with no reason. He arched his brows thoughtfully, as if he had never expected Shaurillin to say that, as if he had seen something strange.


    Of course, because the attention was fixed on Shaurillin¡¯s face, the time Zilosurua remained motionless was brief.


    The materials piling up on Zilosurua¡¯s desk appeared to come back to him quickly. He left the administrator on that way, leaving a simple greeting that was utterly devoid of formality.


    Miro Rosway put a ¡°Do not disturb¡± sign in front of the door after Zilosurua departed, claiming that the contents should be evaluated because there was an interview with production minister Zilosurua.


    Because of this, Shaurillin had some free time after Zilosurua went. He was now working at a quicker speed while also analyzing the themes that Zilosurua had dismissed.


    Because of Zilosurua¡¯s distinctive direct speech style, the agenda he raised may be rejected as a ¡°feeling tense mood among local authorities¡±.


    This is how it started.


    The risk of manipulation in the process of reporting the list of specialties and production was raised by a production official who was producing a list of local specialties.


    Unfortunately, the finding of corruption was a one-time occurrence that increased the production minister¡¯s burden exponentially. Even if the discovery was made by a subordinate, the production minister must still go through the process of matching the number.


    Zilosurua, on the other hand, was too preoccupied with welfare and health policy to set up and implement the next year¡¯s welfare budget, even though he was preoccupied when he got the report.


    Autumn was the time of year when the ordinarily chaotic work of the production minister became the most serious.


    Because Zilosurua was battered by the high and low tides of his labor, his pale face was already turning blue.


    Zilosurua was forced into the mountains of paperwork flowing in without a pause, and after a week, he finally checked the number play.


    Because discovering anomalies that had already occurred one or two days before did not appreciably alter the situation, investigations and reviews of irregularities in high-volume production centers were often placed at the bottom of the priority list.


    In fact, if the outline of corruption is visible to some extent, it should be handed over to the finance office for a second inquiry, thus production views that do not utilize corruption as their primary duty did not consider it an important task.


    It was only the position of a finance officer, a secretary, or a judge that manpower should be dispatched as soon as the occurrence occurred to collect and punish evidence. What is the significance of this in terms of production? If they think it¡¯s unfair, they can look for indicators of corruption on their own and begin an investigation right away.


    However, Zilosurua discovered that the number pranks in the courtesy books may not be merely for obtaining slush funds after looking into the paperwork late as usual. Being a joke to deceive the magnitude of the defense appeared to be of little real utility.


    It was revealed that there was an unnatural component of whether he made a mistake while touching the scale of production and consumption, but the only thing that altered as a result of doing this operation was the inventory of special products. There is no change in asset units, and it is a common feature of territory with subtle indicators.


    Selling the inventory of specialties to the enemy is the worst form of corruption that can be performed while misleading eyes with it. However, as in the past, enemy forces and groupings that could be classified as enemy countries were clearly visible.


    Only the Elves and the human country of Roschodur are currently at odds. These typical manipulations, on the other hand, frequently took place on the border with Alves or on the border with Murta, Mado¡¯s realm.


    Albheim is the name given to the Alves¡¯ homeland by humans.


    In other words, it refers to a fairy¡¯s home, thus it is not exclusive to Alves. However, among the fairies in Camamita, the only species living together in a common spot that could be considered continuous living quarters in the sky continent was naturally named Alves.


    The cold and strong winter soil full of mountains and canyons, and the relationship with Albheim, at least since Shaurillin defected to human land, has been an alliance all along.


    Albheim and Roshodur have had a generally peaceful and friendly relationship in the literal sense.


    In truth, given Camamita¡¯s restricted worldview, a heavenly continent floating in the skies, biting and fighting each other simply because they were of different races was not that pleasant. Should a reasonable compromise be sought?


    In the end, they had no choice but to live together. If that¡¯s the case, living together wouldn¡¯t be a horrible idea.


    The Alves stood in a place that was neither too far away nor too close to humans, according to such reasonable and practical logic.


    On rare occasions, the Elves¡¯ conservatism, which included a continuous rejection of new races, was portrayed as though they were silent and ignorant. There can¡¯t be that many nobles left to provide the opposing country with products today. It can¡¯t be dispersed evenly over similar areas.


    Meanwhile, only the term Murta, the kingdom of Mado, referred to a kingdom, not a person involved in actual wars or peace negotiations.


    It is merely a free island with a badly developed culture.


    Murta, the solitary island kingdom in Camamita, the continent of perforation, has no status or king, and the entire sea around the continent is floating in the sky. Wizards, scholars, magicians, and civilizations were the only things that existed.


    Murta does not tie citizens from within, but does place tight restrictions on those who enter from the outside.


    The Murta is only open to those who are gifted.


    Katlena Agreta studied at the kingdom of Mado while studying abroad. Rosetta, her teacher and the wise sage of the eastern forest, was also from Mado¡¯s land. It was a faction that would never go to war. Because it is not a location with a high level of national esteem.


    So, what is the reason for exporting specialties secretly to the Albheim or Mado Kingdom?


    It was weird for Shaurillin too.


    The final option is that they are growing private troops and consuming food and goods produced from specialties in the upkeep and expansion of private soldiers. The asset unit is considered to have remained mostly unchanged.


    Is it possible that, despite the fact that individual lord slush funds have been raised, they are simply going through the safe?


    Zilosurua, the overburdened production minister, withdrew from the review after being named thus far. And he opted to leave the problem alone, handing it over to Treasury Minister Gallois Schurt, Administrative Minister Katlena Agreta, and current final decision-maker and Prime Minister Shaurillin Inborgia.


    ¡°I too would curse if someone else had taken over the work in this way¡­¡±


    At 7 PM, when their work was almost finished, Miro Rosway, who was waiting for Shaurillin¡¯s finishing work, muttered helplessly after pondering over Zilosurua¡¯s words.


    ¡°But the production minister wants to hand over the unclear responsibility to another government office¡­ Honestly, I shouldn¡¯t do this, but I understand¡­ Shaurillin, I think you¡¯re going to faint soon.¡±


    Shaurillin¡¯s mouth curved into a soft smile as he listened to Miro¡¯s lament and anxieties. He carefully stamped on a specific representation barely marked under some of the documents from nine government offices to bury it after rubbing it with his fingertips.


    Before invading Shaurillin¡¯s land, Katlena drew people away. She smacked the nobles who were trying to alter the rope.


    Along with the expulsion of people who stole the facts discussed inside the government office, a common-sense incident occurred. That isn¡¯t to say there isn¡¯t a reason for Shaurillin to be crying in Katlena¡¯s area with no one around. They¡¯ve to think about how this agenda will affect the current situation for a while. Shaurillin thought it was ¡°disgusting¡±.


    The worldly fairy, who had tossed the signed document aside and picked up the next one, responded with a distinctively generous tone. Finally, he gave Miro a warm response.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry. It¡¯ll be okay to look like that. I heard from Gallois that he is likely to faint all year round. I¡¯m pretty good at holding out.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s even worse¡­¡±


    He didn¡¯t even know what his superior was thinking, and Miro just cried for Zilosurua.

 CH 17

    While Miro wept for poor Shaurillin¡¯s long working life, Katlena Agreta began an independent investigation into the incident.


    The agenda that Zilosurua discussed gave open for interpretation in a slightly different path for her, who had recently scoured the capital like a rat and was punishing Alves wizards who visited informally.


    ¡®How do you say you are convinced that the ¡°private¡± they may be raising is human?¡¯


    Katlena Agreta believed that the situation should be solved if the empire¡¯s deep-seated rebels had enlarged their sphere of activity by joining with elves seeking to usurp power in Albheim.


    Work would begin as soon as Shaurillin was brought on board, and it was hard to proceed without knowing when he would be stabbed in the back with these impure seeds strewn across the region.


    Thus, Katlena Agreta called in Lazian Minral, an aide who had been by her side until the day before yesterday, on her way home from work. And they pretended to enjoy a cozy dinner alone and talked about another ¡°unofficial task¡±.


    The story itself was not long. What Lazian would have to do this time was not a task that required so much information. Katlena just silently took a short letter out of her arms and handed it over to him. It was a letter for her deep ally.


    Katlena Agreta has only four aides, even amid the huge Roschodur. Lazian Minral was well aware that he was the only one who could operate as a point of contact and get the honor by delivering letters.


    He has no idea what Katlena¡¯s hidden assistant looks like or who it is, but it¡¯s not something an aide would want to know.


    At the very least, he knew where the letter could be hidden and given to the assistant. In other words, he could examine the face and identity of the assistant in private at any time by disobeying Katlena¡¯s command for as long as he wanted. In fact, Lazian doesn¡¯t intend to do that at all, but the fact that he is trusted is important.


    Trust in the person in charge of the contact was, of course, the foundation when Katlena handed the vital responsibility of delivering letters to helpers. The unique orders he alone could carry out and the deep confidence behind them were an exquisite thrill for Lazian, who had a fanatical reverence for Katlena.


    The letter was politely received and collected by Lazian. The letter was only a few pages long. There was no need to compose a detailed account. The content was pretty basic, and it couldn¡¯t have been any clearer. The news will be given quickly after Lazian places the letter in a strange cave, which is normally a ¡°place to communicate¡±.


    A cave with a dismal and frightening atmosphere, where bluish light flashes and pours from the cave¡¯s depths. He was certain there would be something weird in the cave¡¯s depths, but that did not compel him to explore it. That came out as really natural.


    He has never wondered more than was allowed to him because he is more loyal to Katlena than anybody else. If they were in the same situation, the other three assistants might do the same thing.


    But it¡¯s not simply that he can suppress his apprehension whenever he thinks of the cave.


    Lazian licked his lips gently, recalling the cave he had visited countless times. He shortened the inquiry to inquire as to how long he should keep this letter in a cave at the very latest.


    ¡°How long?¡±


    ¡°The faster it is.¡±


    ¡°Then I¡¯ll do it for three days.¡±


    ¡°Okay. I¡¯d be happy if you could do that.¡±


    The cave is located on the other side of the continent. Finishing the letter in three days was a declaration that he would eventually cut back on his sleep and meals and push the horse to its physical limits.


    Katlena, on the other hand, did not manage to stop Lazian. It was a natural rule, after all. And such was the way the iron-blooded Duchess addressed his devoted subjects.


    In reality, unless accompanied by her supervisor, Katlena found Lazian to be a tough assistant to play a year-round position as a warrior.


    It was impossible to siphon off combat men at a time when the Alves of the capital were being slain and removed one by one, and were generally employing violent means, thus Lazian was the only proper person to remain. In fact, she frequently leaves her contact information directly with Lazian for similar reasons.


    Lupus, a group of four devoted and obedient wizards and assassins who do not engage in murder or violence, just follows her orders.


    Lazian, who can only assist with paperwork unless Katlena is in a direct war situation, is a wealthy man who can afford to utilize more variety. That does not imply a lack of trust or importance. He simply believes that each person has the most effective function to play.


    As Katlena Agreta walked by, he carefully cut the steak with his smooth hand movements and asked calmly.


    ¡°It must have been a long time since you¡¯ve been away; we¡¯ll have to talk about it. Originally, who should be next to you every day you have to assist me? Lazian. I¡¯ll listen to your ideas. As a prize for those who are dedicated.¡±


    ¡°If so, please keep Luke by your side. He¡¯s still young, but he¡¯s the most loyal and most powerful of us, so it¡¯ll definitely help him.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll do that. You¡¯re recommending me as a good person when you tell me to choose what I like. Thanks to you, I am always comfortable. Thank you, Lazian.¡±


    ¡°Thank you for accepting my opinion, Duchess Katlena.¡±


    Katlena tilted her head down, a piece of meat in her mouth, while Lazian was gazing. As if to think of anything odd.


    Among the four aides, she didn¡¯t take Luke to the administrator very often. This will be a Lazian prize, and I will give it to him because she only confesses that Luke is the most powerful and loyal.


    There will very certainly be some disagreement. Other realistic concerns were spread about Luke, aside from how far he could be found out because there¡¯s no way to determine how good Miro Rosway¡¯s detecting talent is.


    Luke Mandera, her youngest aide, is the half-brother of the Exploration Minister Isaac Mandera, and Isaac is well aware of this.


    ¡®Will Shaurillin become involved in Mandera¡¯s brotherhood feud? It will be something entirely interesting.¡¯ Katlena Agreta smiled lavishly as she curled her blackened eyelids in a circle at her own fire.


    ***


    ¡°I¡¯ll help you. I¡¯ll do anything for you. It won¡¯t be scary. It¡¯s okay. I swear to you, even if I give up my life for you, or if I fall into hell. I¡¯m going to save you. I will never leave you alone. I will protect your life.¡±


    The boys cry, clutching both small hands tightly. As a result, even from a younger perspective, he is melancholy. He doesn¡¯t want to sacrifice himself, even if he is aware of that ignorant and biased mind, so all he needs to do is clutch his young hands tightly and force a smile.


    That happens from time to time. In a situation where the young upper-handed brothers, who have little age difference, really give full dedication and self-sacrifice that even parents would not give.


    In a case when an overly mature brother does not know how to bring greater dedication to a brother who holds the hands of a wretched and sad brother and feels saddened as if it were his own business, and says it is okay adult-wise.


    Things like Isaac¡¯s emotions are forced to arrive too soon when children who don¡¯t take care of anyone face an uncomfortable scenario while clutching each other closely.


    He strenuously rolls his still youthful head and tricks the devil in the face of something that cannot be solved, with a desperate desire to solve it. It would have been the polar opposite of living alone without having to worry if it had been a hopeless time to enhance your entire life, but in the end, the heart of tender sacrifice would have been the same.


    That¡¯s what Isaac Mandera did to Luke Mandera.


    It happens to fairies every now and then, just like it does to human brothers. It was something that seemed to be going against the grain. Something along the lines of trying to get out of someone¡¯s life.


    However, the finale was not always perfect, and it occasionally failed. Someone had to eventually stand on top of the failure. Someone had to remain in the shadows of success¡¯s tragedy.


    Look at what happened to Isaac and Luke Mandera, for example. As though it were something a fairy someplace had gone through.


    ***


    Luke Mandera was lost in thought on his bed for a long time on the morning of having to go to work on behalf of Lazian Minral. A brothers¡¯ irrational devotion and yearning love.


    The boy instantly remembered what day it was while reminiscing about the distant and recent past.


    In addition to the lovely and terrible memories of the past, the administrator had to go to work today. The expression of gratitude was abruptly and obviously cut off.


    To tell the truth, he despised going to work.


    It wasn¡¯t because Luke was untrustworthy or disliked getting up early in the morning. It¡¯s not even because the work is too difficult. Even if Luke goes to work as an administrator, he will be unable to assist in the processing of paperwork because he lacks administrative experience.


    In truth, all Luke had to do was stand motionless in front of a door. It¡¯s not because he doesn¡¯t want to go, and also not because he¡¯s tired.


    Isaac and Luke were half siblings, but their friendship was unfazed by the fact that their moms were not the same. They are, without a doubt, the best brothers on the planet. Luke adores Isaac just as much as Isaac adores Luke.


    Isaac did all else he could since he was a person who would have sacrificed his life for Luke, and surrendering his life was not the solution to the situation.


    Isaac was the older, sympathetic brother who always responded with a sweet grin, as if he had no intention of making such a sacrifice for Luke.


    Luke, on the other hand, lived by doing anything he could for Isaac, as long as it was beneficial.


    Luke stated that his relationship with his brother had been too blind over the years. But they had no choice but to do so because they couldn¡¯t live without each other in their reality.


    This was undoubtedly the case, at least until Luke met Katlena Agreta, his master. That was the primary motivation behind Luke Mandera¡¯s refusal to go to work.


    He overstepped his bounds. Of course, if it¡¯s related to that, Luke gets a little too excited. In any case, he¡¯d gone too far.


    He was too much and sat in a high-ranking position unnecessarily, thus he was quite good at making issues. There is a disagreement between the ministers and when Luke¡¯s loving brother, Isaac, and Katlena collide, it¡¯s not just a concerned consultation between the brother¡¯s superior and the friendly brother.


    Since the Mandera family is a countess and Agreta family was originally a countess before Katlena became a Duchess, it could be a clash between the counts who produced ministers and the counts who produced wise men.

 CH 18

    Of course, if Luke Mandera goes to the administrator on that path, stamps his face for the first time, and starts working over the next several days, it will be visible.


    With the supposedly pleasant and lovely face of a teenage kid, an aide to a cold-blooded duchess in position, who is likely to help with ¡°unofficial affairs¡± without mercy.


    Who wouldn¡¯t want to know more? In truth, Luke Mandera¡¯s presence is destined to be a controversial topic in and of itself. Luke was the only one who remembered his face.


    And the Minister of Exploration would soon hear of the administrator¡¯s rumors.


    The older brother, who is concerned about his younger sibling, will become irrational once more.


    He would have preferred to argue with Katlena.


    Of course, Isaac Mandera can judge, so he won¡¯t actually do it, but he won¡¯t be able to avoid clashing with Katlena in every case.


    It was clear as day. Luke grunts with a narrowed eyebrow as he closes his eyes and sees a clear glimpse of the future. He remained in bed, hands on his stomach, staring at the ceiling, with no intention of moving. Luke strongly pondered not going to work that day.


    Lazian, who lacked common sense, eventually persuaded Luke to report to the administrator, whom Katlena had attempted to avoid.


    Luke¡¯s position of having to read the air between his older brother Isaac, who is excessively high, and Katlena, who has unnecessarily put his older brother on the spot, is not even considerate.


    Lazian¡¯s mind, of course, is understood in its own unique way.


    Lazian, a fanatic who believes Katlena is more essential than anything else in the world, would have been unconcerned with Luke¡¯s brotherhood problem. In any case, Luke was a wizard, and he was the most powerful of Katlena Agreta¡¯s four notable wizard aides, each of whom was dubbed a wise man.


    At the end of the day, that is how Lazian feels.


    Lazian, a backup agent who can increase Katlena Agreta¡¯s power, is terrified that something bad will happen while he is away, therefore he will leave a terrifying hell hound by her side.


    It¡¯s self-evident at that point, but just because Luke comprehends Lazian Minral¡¯s mentality doesn¡¯t imply he understands him. What makes him think that? Minral, the lazy one, has never been a regular person.


    Luke sighed and uttered a word. ¡°Mr. Lazian is an idiot¡­¡±


    His brother¡¯s resentment was natural and understandable. Furthermore, even if it is an error, Luke does not want to describe his brother as an idiot because he was never a fool in the first place, but the coolest guy on the planet.


    As a result, there is nothing left to do but criticize Lazian Minral, who is a complete moron.


    The devotion of idiot-excessive Lazian was the catalyst for all of this. Luke loathed him much more as a result of such an infinite logical judgment.


    He wouldn¡¯t be able to resist Katlena¡¯s request even if he genuinely considered not going to work. Katlena was a blessing in Luke¡¯s life. Without exception, he admired her. Although he is not as passionate as the Lazian Minral, he may devote himself to her.


    Perhaps Isaac Mandera will become enraged once more. He¡¯ll blame Katlena Agreta once more.


    Luke will try to arrange a date and get his younger brother out of the place without blaming him, knowing he can¡¯t blame him.


    That¡¯s how Luke has always been. From the moment Katlena rescued Luke¡¯s life, he began to feel tremendous and blind comfort in her presence.


    Isaac has been pointing out that this isn¡¯t normal from the start.


    Isaac was horrified by the possibility that his older brother¡¯s undeveloped existence would be at the vanguard of radical reform, regardless of Katlena¡¯s means.


    Luke is aware of his own thoughts. It is acknowledged to some extent. But he believes that his brother should also understand himself.


    As Isaac did in the past, Luke just wants to devote his life and whole body to love like a thirsty person without time to understand the other person¡¯s heart. He just wants to protect it.


    Luke right now is someone who can do that.


    ***


    ¡°Nice to meet you, Miro Rosway. I¡¯m Luke Mandera.¡±


    Miro Rosway was going to return to work after having a ten-minute walk in the garden, as per recommendation.


    When Miro Rosway discovered a happy boy standing in front of Katlena Agreta¡¯s office, which three assistants took turns protecting, his eyes opened wide and greeted him a beat late.


    ¡°Nice to meet you. I am Miro Rosway. Are you an aide to Duchess Katlena?¡±


    ¡°Yes. I¡¯m not good at serving as an assistant to the administrator, so I haven¡¯t been able to greet you.¡±


    ¡°I see. I look forward to working with you.¡±


    For a brief while, Miro looked across at the boy with an uneasy expression while answering vaguely.


    He appeared ¡°too¡± young even when he was little. A minister¡¯s aide normally does the same thing, and Luke Mandera was a child who, no matter how many times he looked at him, appeared only about 10.


    Katlena felt unlikely to entrust such a significant duty to such a young aide.


    Furthermore, based on the other aides Miro has met thus far, he believes that they are the ones in charge of her infamous ¡°unofficial work¡±.


    In a nutshell, assassination and political manipulation are examples.


    After hesitating for a while and wondering what to do, Miro Rosway was finally able to recall the foreign minister, Loggia Laxpelter, who was of mixed Delphin descent. He asked a question with hope.


    ¡°Mr. Mandera, are you a half-blood?¡±


    ¡°No. I¡¯m just a normal human being. I look young because I¡¯m actually young.¡±


    The golden curly hair of a doll flew across the sky like smooth silk and was embroidered on the white cheek. Pumpkin eyes peered up at Miro Rosway with such wonderful eyes. The beauty of everything seemed to glimmer in the light of the stars in the round, curled amber eyes.


    Oh, my goodness. He was a stunning young man who could only be found in epic literature. The Half Elf, who opened his mouth while simply glancing at the wonderful and cute boy, offered a thoughtful inquiry.


    ¡°How old are you?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m 16 years old. Please speak comfortably. Although it¡¯s a different department, it¡¯s easier to call me by name rather than by last name because my family belongs to the government office.¡±


    ¡°If it¡¯s Mandera¡­ then it¡¯s the Minister of Exploration.¡±


    ¡°Yes, he¡¯s my older brother.¡±


    ¡°I see¡­ Then you can call me by my name too. In fact, I didn¡¯t learn etiquette, so I feel more comfortable using just my name.¡±


    ¡°Then I will do as you want. Thank you.¡±


    ¡°I can¡¯t give you anything because you¡¯re the younger brother of the Minister of Exploration,¡± Miro said as he removed his hand from the doorknob to enter Shaurillin¡¯s room.


    He met Luke in this manner, so he departed in front of Shaurillin¡¯s room and awkwardly reached out as he approached Katlena¡¯s door with the purpose of shaking hands with him.


    However, it took place roughly five steps away from Luke. Miro¡¯s entire body was encased in a chilling, horrible feeling at the time. Before he could think about what it was, his body reacted.


    Luke Mandera noticed the handshake gesture first, smiled gently, and approached, rather than his feet, who hesitated for a moment and refused to fall off the floor.


    The terrifying feeling multiplied and tripled as the distance between each step got smaller. Miro managed to make a smile despite his desire to turn around and flee.


    The boy took his hand. They were soft, warm hands with no calluses that appeared to have grown finely. It¡¯s just so lovely.


    Miro¡¯s heart was squeezed a couple of times by the vague, groundless terror of being shattered and dying, as well as the pain of hot and cold burns that held back the breath.


    This is the assailant¡¯s hand. Possibly unrivaled by Merlin or Lazian.


    A magical indication of a monster lying behind a sweet face, its teeth presenting themselves in a horrible manner without being separated.


    ¡°I expect to see you a lot while Mr. Lazian is away.  My sister-in-law will take turns coming to work because I am unable to assist with administrative tasks. Don¡¯t be shy, and feel at ease with me.¡±


    ¡°Okay.¡±


    Miro replied briefly and with a smile that would be appropriate for a 16-year-old ordinary boy.


    ¡°I¡¯m working right now, Luke, so let¡¯s get a cup of tea together later.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s my pleasure, Miro.¡±


    And the boy was beaming like the sun. He rushed into Shaurillin¡¯s office as swiftly as he could, taking care not to show Miro.


    In fact, Miro had no time to notice the way for which he entered the room, regulating his facial expression and providing a believable answer to Luke.


    Miro Rosway¡¯s moral duty of not being able to reveal such a thing to a small boy compelled him to do something above and beyond his own.


    Miro collapsed on the floor as it was after carefully closing the door.


    Instead of dropping, he slid down as if he were falling. He took a few breaths. The magic accomplished something far too heinous to be dealt with solely by the scars that remained in the air.


    His intestines, which had been dragged down by the afterimage¡¯s weight all along, swayed wildly.


    He sat frantically on the floor, spilling saliva and gastric fluid, and only calmed down after the invigorating energy that touched his back wrapped itself around his entire body.


    Shaurillin¡¯s clear wind cooled his sweat while also provoking his mind.


    ¡°I found it, Shaurillin.¡±


    ¡°Can you tell me what you found and touched? Miro, you¡¯re well aware that you¡¯re not supposed to carelessly handle magical artifacts because this is what happens.¡±


    ¡°It wasn¡¯t an object, it was a person¡­ No, that¡¯s not a person.¡±


    Miro crouched and burst into tears as he spoke, as if pouring forth without a chance.


    ¡°I found it¡­ The wizard in charge of cleaning up that day.¡±


    Miro Rosway managed to pull up his wrecked face with tears and a runny nose and spit it out to Shaurillin without hesitation once he had calmed down enough to make a sentence.


    ¡°Just like Katlena Agreta, a wizard who can burn and kill a person without a trace, not even that¡¯s the end, they shouldn¡¯t exist in the world. I found it. Katlena Agreta¡¯s Hellfire and King Ilinai¡¯s north wind are in one body. That can¡¯t be possible.¡±


    And he reported with a miserable heart, with his hands on his face.


    ¡°He¡¯s a young human boy who¡¯s only 16 years old.¡±


    iii. An uneasy administrator, End.

 CH 19

    Not all fairies were aware of what the Holy Land was and what the priests did there.


    However, the elf¡¯s who looked up to the ¡°silver star¡±, a land where the Holy Land was located, never had any doubts.


    This is because they were convinced that it was safeguarding the elven society and, by extension, the continent, despite the fact that there was no way of knowing what part and what the elf¡¯s, who are the best and closest to the truth, performed.


    There¡¯s no need to be skeptical. Insufficiency has no place there.


    When one High Elf dies, a new High elf emerges as if it had been revealed someplace in the elven society, and the death of a High Elf is a faith in the rise of a new High Elf.


    The soul is occupied from the beginning to become a high-elf, and the soul returns to the sacred location that preserves endless eternity and embarks on another journey to the Holy Land.


    While lightning warriors died once and welcomed the birth of a visionary who returned to the world with a new life and led a parade to mark the end of the pilgrimage to the Holy Land.


    Somewhere, a remarkable half-elf was born, drawing a dagger on his body to form a bulging scar. The artificially created brain had a blue star, and the greatest power a fairy could have was to stand on a body that had not been given the trust it deserved.


    The ramifications of what one did to protect someone went in unanticipated directions.


    The trusting half-elf grew skeptical.


    ¡®If that¡¯s the case, is God¡¯s mission order determined by the mission of God¡¯s mission rather than the brain?¡¯


    Miro is confused.


    ¡®Why is it necessary for the Holy Land, Priest, and High Elf to exist?¡¯


    I. The Iron Manor, Katlena Agreta.


    iv. Minister and minister.


    Isaac Mandera, the Exploration Minister, paid a visit to the administrator less than 24 hours after Luke Mandera started working.


    He went to the administrator as soon as the day arrived and learned that Katlena was only going to work at 8 AM, so he was forced to wait on the sofa in Shaurillin¡¯s office and pass the time. Miro Rosway was unconsciously peering at the odd visitor.


    Miro planned to stay late at work and rise up to a higher position in the hopes of never seeing the boy again after their terrifying first encounter the day before.


    He plans to wait for Shaurillin by boiling the tea water in the office from now on, rather than forcing Shaurillin to go to work first.


    Miro¡¯s urge was accepted, and Shaurillin cheerfully permitted him to go to work early, adding, ¡°You can come on your own without me pushing you.¡± As a result, it was when Miro was alone that he received the guest who arrived as soon as the day began.


    The first impression was ¡°The boy¡¯s brother¡±, although he couldn¡¯t even be thinking about that. Miro¡¯s first impression was rapidly drowned by a visual one.


    Isaac Mandera was a really attractive man. Miro was entranced when Isaac relaxed for a second and stared at him, making him sit blankly.


    Miro had never seen a person who looked like that in his 50 years of existence.


    In reality, it was assumed that he was not a human, but rather a strange constitutional fairy with such a delusional ¡°mark¡±. Of course, he has no idea whether such a ¡°mark¡± exists in the real world.


    Even though it was strewn about, the thick and thin golden hair glistened brightly like the god¡¯s breath, and the gorgeous topaz eyes with golden color were displaying their warm and pleasantly honesty.


    If the younger brother is a handsome boy that would appear epic, the older brother has the appearance of a hero in an epic.


    Because Isaac was in charge of exploration, it was enough to create the ludicrous notion that he was a hero who had gone on an adventure.


    To avoid having unsettling thoughts with a high-ranking official in front of him, Miro sought to come to his senses by repeatedly hitting his forehead as if he were catching a bug.


    Shaurillin turned on the light earlier than normal, perhaps as a result of God¡¯s support in appreciating such efforts, or perhaps because the Miro-free morning was more lonely than he imagined.


    He was a well-mannered proprietor who did not appear agitated despite an unexpected visitor¡¯s arrival; rather, he came in as usual, hung his coat, and acted so casually, ordering a cup of tea from the staff, regardless of whether there were customers or not.


    The welcome and generosity then raised a young smile toward Isaac Mandera, who belatedly gazed up at him.


    ¡°Good morning.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry I came out of the blue this early in the morning, Sir.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s okay. Perhaps my assistant forced someone in the hallway to come in. They said not to stand in the cold.¡±


    That was exactly how it felt. Whether Miro appeared humble or not, Isaac Mandera finally let out a sigh of relief and grinned warmly.


    ¡°I just said my greetings then left last time because of the excavation work in the suburbs. I was in a hurry and came to visit in this manner, although I was eagerly anticipating the prime minister¡¯s return. I¡¯d like to have a relaxed discussion, but I¡¯m sure this is awkward right now. Please have a long talk with me next time because I¡¯ll be dressed up and looking great.¡±


    He then showed his dusty sleeve. Miro Rosway finally saw how wrinkled and dirty his clothing was. Miro was so fascinated by Isaac¡¯s appearance that he couldn¡¯t see his clothes.


    Isaac¡¯s hair was likewise messed up, despite the fact that it was new. He had assumed it was a notion or a set of wild charms until now.


    Shaurillin sat opposite Isaac, lifted his own teacup, and poured tea into Isaac¡¯s teapot while Miro¡¯s head was gradually lowered.


    ¡°So, you came straight from the exploration site.¡±


    ¡°Yes. I¡¯m embarrassed, but it¡¯s my brother¡¯s business, so I don¡¯t care. Thanks to Sir Rosway, I calmed down a little.¡±


    ¡°You mean Luke Mandera, the 4th assistant of the Administrative Minister?¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    Isaac¡¯s smile, which had been lingering about his mouth, had hardened. His attractive lips were forcibly stretched.


    Isaac remained silent for a minute after his smile faded. Ultimately, rather than extracting the solution, he chose to swallow the horse with tea water. Shaurillin also wasted time by sipping tea in silence.


    Shaurillin was the first to speak when Miro Rosway looked up restlessly in reaction to the foreboding silence.


    ¡°I¡¯m also aware of public speculation that her aides participated in the well-known ¡°unofficial work¡±, but I¡¯m not sure. Either way, Luke Mandera is still a 16-year-old boy, so I don¡¯t think he¡¯ll be transferred to that; anyway, Katlena would have to give him a position that would not be ignored to some extent because he had the minister¡¯s younger brother as his servant. Because he¡¯s still young, he won¡¯t be able to assist with administrative tasks, so calling him an aide or secretary would have been the simplest option. As an older brother, I¡¯m concerned, but I believe my little brother will be alright.¡±


    Shaurillin had carelessly dropped the most optimistic argument just the day before, when he learned from Miro that Luke Mandera was a real combat agent.


    On the surface, Miro discovered that it was intended to calm Isaac Mandera while also serving as a form of floating. Due to hasty facial movements, Miro Rosway preferred to put his head back on his desk rather than expose Shaurillin¡¯s intentions.


    Luke Mandera must be a real fighter. Rather, he is most likely the aide who does the most ¡°unofficial work¡± of the four.


    As soon as Miro Rosway clasped his hands together, the boy¡¯s hesitancy and terrible magical power, as well as his admission that he was unfamiliar with administrative affairs, established the point.


    It also resembles King Ilinai¡¯s ¡°north wind¡±, which is reminiscent of ¡°at the same time¡± in the air around the boy. King Ilinai, who resembled Katlena¡¯s ¡°black fire¡±, but was afraid enough to never shake hands.


    Unlike Shaurillin, who was proficient in practically all of the elf¡¯s abilities, the two had their own unique specialties. Even if Shaurillin is more useful, if it comes down to a simple power battle, it will be an opponent that Shaurillin will be unable to defeat.


    King Ilinai can stop a person¡¯s life activities in the blink of an eye or transform his entire body into ice bits with one breath, causing it to break into pieces, and Katlena Agreta can melt a man without even leaving ash.


    Because it is so confined in one attribute, it is even more monstrous and magical.


    In reality, few people have developed magic in such a focused and effective way. Losing, as much as one gain, has a variety of connotations. King Ilinai and Katlena Agreta were the two most prominent owners of such strong magic.


    This isn¡¯t to say that humans can¡¯t have such abilities. There have been examples, such as Katlena Agreta, a human, and Rosetta, a half-elf, and the ¡°mark¡± just ensures a minimum, rather than a characteristic that ensures a maximum.


    The fairies normally live for a thousand years, but the row elf¡¯s flying on the battlefield had an average longevity of roughly 700 years.


    High-elves with exceptional magical abilities, on the other hand, can live happily for up to 1,500 years. Longevity is a good indicator of how long a piece of pottery will last.


    That is why elf magical powers are often greater to human magical abilities, despite the fact that there was no difference in talent.


    The fact why Miro suspicion stemmed from the reality that their abilities were both highly powerful and extremely contradicting.


    It¡¯s not that contradictory magic can¡¯t be utilized at the same moment, but Miro was sure that ¡°such¡± flames and ¡°such¡± ice couldn¡¯t coexist.


    Furthermore, Luke Mandera¡¯s magic was unusual. The boy¡¯s sorcery had such an impact on Miro that it looked practically identical to the two nice folks.


    Magic, on the other hand, is similar to motorism in that it is influenced by the owner¡¯s personality, magic usage, life and experience, and has its own distinct hue.


    Similar magic may exist, but it cannot be the same magic. It¡¯s even because the two subjects are the most terrifying.

 CH 20

    Luke Mandera¡¯s magic was so weird just a day ago that Miro confessed lying down in excruciating agony. It was a kind of enchantment that shouldn¡¯t have existed in the first place.


    It was unimaginable.


    It was impossible to establish, and it didn¡¯t work. But how can Luke deny it outright? Luke is a human.


    Furthermore, the older brother is also a human. One can learn as much as they want about oneself if one keeps note of where they were born and how they lived.


    To begin with, the Mandera¡¯s came from an aristocratic family, so learning about the son¡¯s life would not have been difficult. Miro was perplexed by this information. However, a voice interrupted Miro¡¯s thoughts at that moment.


    Isaac Mandera replied to Shaurillin¡¯s consolation after a long hesitation.


    ¡°No, Luke is the one who is performing that role. Luke, one of the four assistants, will be in charge of Duchess Agreta¡¯s ¡°unofficial work¡±. Your Excellency may not believe such nonsense about a child of that age. I¡¯m telling you because I think you should know, now that you¡¯ve returned.¡±


    Then he added carefully.


    ¡°He has a magical ability that goes beyond this phenomenon.¡±


    ***


    In time for Katlena¡¯s departure, Luke went out to greet Katlena in front of her mansion.


    Katlena, dressed well and upon exiting the mansion, gave the kid a warm grin as a greeting.


    Luke, Katlena¡¯s single aide, asked her how she was, respectfully reaching out to her and appearing to be an escort.


    ¡°Last night was quite cold. Are you alright?¡±


    ¡°Of course, Luke. I¡¯m more worried about you.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m just like usual.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re saying it wasn¡¯t okay.¡±


    ¡°I think it¡¯s gotten better enough.¡±


    Luke greeted Sia Brughwig, who arrived shortly after, with a bright smile.


    ¡°Sia, I am looking forward to working with you today.¡±


    ¡°Good morning, Luke.¡±


    Sia, along with Merlin Newtide, Lazian Minral, and Luke Mandera, was one of Katlena¡¯s four assistants, and she returned a smile as pleasant as Luke¡¯s greeting.


    Because Luke was unable to assist Katlena with administrative matters, Merlin Newtide and Sia Brughwig took turns serving as secretaries on the day he stood by her.


    She was as good as Lazian Minral in terms of administrative ability, while having the least notable appearance of the four aides.


    She asked carefully, lowering her quiet gray eyes as usual, her two-pronged braids loosely hanging brown hair that appeared flaky and crumbly.


    ¡°I¡¯m sure they¡¯re here today, the exploration minister, I mean.¡±


    With an uneasy smile, Luke avoided answering the wind wizard Sia Brughwig¡¯s question.


    Katlena Agreta, as usual, merely softly refined her mouth with a calm and unflustered face, but she made no suggestions. Luke¡¯s position was the only thing that was problematic.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry in advance.¡± Luke Mandera¡¯s sigh had little effect on Sia Brughwig.


    She returned her eyes after observing Katlena¡¯s reaction, as if she merely needed to appear calm and inconsequential. In fact, they had to pick up the news that Isaac Mandera had hurriedly concluded his trip and returned to the city as they reached the streets of the government office shortly after.


    Early on, Luke crept into the administrator, his face concerned.


    Luke¡¯s concern, on the other hand, manifested itself in an unexpected way. It was because the older brother, who Luke had assumed would meet him in front of Katlena¡¯s workplace, did not arrive until after lunch.


    According to administrative authorities who went by from time to time to report, they appeared to visit the administrative office as soon as the day arrived, but Katlena returned before entering the government office for whatever reason.


    And Luke was humiliated by the incident. Unfortunately, Luke was well aware that his brother was not the type to wait until Duchess Agreta had turned on the light.


    Isaac Mandera had to have had a strong cause to return early rather than wait until Katlena¡¯s rush hour. He was a man who was fussy about public and private affairs, yet he was basically persistent. Perhaps there was an issue with the exploring hall.


    He may have returned to his place as soon as the excavation job was concluded due to undiscovered achievements or difficulties from the excavation activity.


    While Luke was wary of the circumstance because it was so out of the ordinary, Katlena Agreta had a different perspective.


    The exploration minister, Isaac Mandera, arrived as soon as the sun rose.


    Concerns regarding Katlena Agreta¡¯s use of Luke Mandera as a murder weapon, as well as her younger brother¡¯s pathological blind devotion to her.


    A little sorrow and regret that the person who caused it all might be himself, but past decisions cannot be undone.


    If Katlena Agreta had known him, he would have waited for her to appear so he could warn Luke Mandera against being placed in public situations.


    ¡®Did they offer to return later to remedy the explorer¡¯s situation, as Luke and others might have guessed?¡¯


    Katlena Agreta, who had just finished her work in her office, cast a sidelong glance at the brightly colored door.


    The door that leads to another room, rather than the door that leads to the outside of the corridor.


    A picture-perfect smile developed around her mouth and then vanished.


    She refined her inorganic mouth with her fingertips for a minute after the made-up smile, and Katlena was preoccupied with a short but infinite thought.


    That¡¯s how it¡¯s always been. Katlena Agreta was always the only one who could make him cry and laugh. Throughout her life, just the thought of him was relevant.


    That¡¯s how much she adored and despised him. Everything becomes meaningless after a while.


    She will treat him with kindness and sweetness. As if he wants to be given at least as much as he had before. At least, that¡¯s how it appears to others. Dramatically, in order for her to be evaluated as if she were embracing him.


    So, she believes she gathered enough information.


    ¡®Shaurillin, how far will you go to find answers?¡¯ Katlena Agreta smiled inside, her face expressionless, as she pondered the questions that had arisen.


    She distorted her black eyes a little and then rearranged the new paper after a brief moment of thoughtlessness. While stroking the corners of her mouth with the tip of her finger to ensure they do not dry up again. At the conclusion of the metal nip, there was a sound of tearing and kicking. She sealed it so that the large first spelling would flow like water.


    Agreta. Agreta. Agreta.


    Now only one of her.


    Agreta.


    ***


    While sealing the documents, Shaurillin Inborgia was tapping the tip of the flag pen on the pen holder at regular intervals.


    had no choice but to watch nervously at the lord, who had started early in the morning and was sometimes so lost in meditation.


    Shaurillin is unlikely to postpone work.


    His work speed has increased now that he has fully accustomed to the present system, therefore he would not have accrued work simply because he looked away for a few moments.


    However, Isaac Mandera¡¯s morning objective was to humiliate even Miro, whom he was proud to have experienced many forms of magic himself. Miro couldn¡¯t imagine what Shaurillin was thinking when they both heard about it.


    Miro was rubbing his fingertips together uncomfortably and eventually got out of his seat.


    Rather than persuading Shaurillin to return to work, he flung open the terrace door and rolled up the curtains from window to window, allowing sunlight and wind to flood the office.


    Then he became concerned about a pleasant herbal tea and sneaked it in front of the mindful lord.


    Miro, on the other hand, pulled the documents out in front of Shaurillin and proceeded to classify and organize them in greater detail. The plan was to take precautions ahead of time so that Shaurillin could return to work more effectively.


    Shaurillin, who is sensitive to resignation, expressed her gratitude to Miro Rosway almost immediately.


    After putting down the flag pen, he softly tapped his fingertips on the surface and placed his finger on the teacup. In his thoughts, he was already replaying his talk with Isaac Mandera.


    ¡°Luke wasn¡¯t originally a wizard.¡± Isaac Mandera said so. Suspiciously.


    ¡°After he died, he obtained a dramatic second life with the help of the Duchess of Agreta, and suddenly became such a scary wizard; I can¡¯t tell you what happened to my brother in detail, but Luke followed her abnormally after that, and recovered with that abnormal talent.¡±


    The young exploration minister moaned and hid his face in his hands, sipping a few sips of Miro¡¯s calming tea and grinding his teeth as if in pain.


    This is where his explanation comes to an end.


    ¡°She must be Luke¡¯s savior, as she is unquestionably, but she doesn¡¯t want Luke to be part of Katlena Agreta¡¯s inhumane ¡°unofficial labor¡±, because he¡¯s still young, and that¡¯s how he deserves it. It¡¯s even worse if you become an amazing wizard in an unnatural form and work as an assistant. Before Luke¡¯s brother, this was also a notion as a household owner. In any case, as someone who cares about Luke, I want to express my displeasure to Katlena Agreta. Even if there is a loud noise in the adjacent room, I ask for your patience.¡±


    Isaac Mandera¡¯s mind was clear to Miro. It was apparent why he arrived so early in the morning.


    Isaac Mandera cannot force his younger brother to join Katlena until he demands, but he hopes that she would not choose Luke Mandera as an aide in public.


    He doesn¡¯t want Katlena Agreta¡¯s unofficial job to be associated with his younger brother¡¯s name, who is unaware that it is more of a murder duchess? Furthermore, They have serious doubts that all of that allegiance came from an unnatural source.


    If the scenario itself cannot be avoided, I would like to at least avoid the consequences in the future.


    Shaurillin paused for a minute before sending Isaac Mandera back for the time being.


    Of course, there were numerous reasons for his return, as well as varied goals.


    However, explaining all of the aims to Isaac Mandera was not natural.


    He explained persuasion in a way he could comprehend. While maintaining a sufficiently affectionate and obstinate attitude to soothe the heart.

 CH 21

    Ultimately, the sentence that persuaded Isaac Mandera was this.


    ¡°Is it okay if I come and see you, Sir Isaac?¡±


    Shaurillin was the only one who stated he¡¯d give it to him, so Isaac Mandera resolved to return the next day.


    There would have been a need to recognize Shaurillin¡¯s sincerity, and he would have hoped to get a glimpse of hope. So Shaurillin promised him that before leaving that day, he would speak with Luke Mandera.


    Furthermore, Isaac was encouraged to return and calm down.


    Isaac closed his mouth with a cold expression when Shaurillin indicated that even if the older brother appeared at work and maintained a distance with Katlena Agreta, he would merely build hostility in the heart of a 16-year-old kid and put an end to it.


    In the end, he said, ¡°I got it¡± after a long silence that deserves to be called hesitation or discretion rather than concern.


    ¡®Yeah. That was suspicious, too.¡¯


    Isaac Mandera¡¯s silence, according to Shaurillin, was similarly rare. The question is whether Luke had to choose between life and death.


    And it was a challenging task at that. The Mandera family did not have a single successor until 15 years ago, when Shaurillin was still prime minister.


    Count Mandera, 34, and his half-brother, who is 16, emerged out of nowhere. Shaurillin¡¯s mouth was surrounded by a pleasant smile.


    There is an aristocratic boy who has never heard of Shaurillin, who was previously Prime Minister.


    Furthermore, the youngster is claimed to have narrowly escaped death after being nearly killed in an unknown incident somewhere unseen. Katlena, on the other hand, is involved in the death and rescue.


    He believed that if they went deeper into the situation, they would be able to find answers to numerous unanswered problems. He was both hesitant and intrigued. Shaurillin discreetly cleared his throat.


    Regardless, Isaac returned to his post before Katlena arrived in the administrative office.


    Although most of what he said to Isaac was genuine, Shaurillin had another goal in mind.


    He assumed it was enough to get people¡¯s attention simply because Isaac didn¡¯t visit Katlena right away, as he always did.


    Usually, that¡¯s what happens before Shaurillin returned from Rangvi Island, and it doesn¡¯t happen often afterward.


    Katlena Agreta will almost certainly detect his involvement. That¡¯s why Isaac was swayed by Shaurillin. To demonstrate his involvement.


    ¡®Shouldn¡¯t they look into anything he doesn¡¯t understand?¡¯ He planned to utilize the unusual fact that Isaac didn¡¯t show up as bait to see how Katlena would respond.


    It means he wasn¡¯t a wizard from the start, which means he wasn¡¯t a magician when he was born.


    ¡®Is that, however, feasible?¡¯


    Shaurillin had learned several world secrets during her time in the Holy Land. It is a mysterious origin or principle, or the secrets of the continent floating in the sky, as well as the race¡¯s truth.


    Even if it isn¡¯t founded on such information, everyone on the continent is aware of it.


    Magical power is possessed at birth. To put it another way, the blossoming time may be postponed, but seeds must be planted from birth.


    If Isaac Mandera was simply attempting to inform them that it was too late to learn magic, Shaurillin would not have made such a big deal out of it.


    Finally, if they believe Isaac, it is reported that Luke, who was not born a wizard, developed magical abilities one day.


    Shaurillin can confirm that it is ¡°impossible¡±. It was not the conclusion of someone who lived as a high-ranking official in the human empire on a regular basis. He can be certain since he is a white fairy who has lived without and walked out of the Holy Land at the same time. That was deemed ¡°impossible¡±.


    The magical disposition was Katlena or King Ilinai, as Miro sobbed and repeated the day before. It is ¡°impossible¡± to King Ilinai if it is almost homogeneous.


    Indeed, the amount of odd wizards who have been murmuring about how strange Miro is for the previous few days seems implausible.


    He understands that magic is a difficult skill to distribute. He is aware, however, that it is possible to intentionally imply magical power. He¡¯s aware that a fairy carved scars on his body with a sword, creating his own ¡°mark¡±.


    Even if it was an artificially created ¡°mark¡±, it had the same effect as a real ¡°mark¡±.


    Rather, there was a dreadful need to be on top of everything, and the decision to put a knife in one¡¯s own flesh promised some accomplishment worthy of it.


    Life and determination either develop or ruin magical disposition. The power of Katlena became ruthless, and the magic of King Ilinai became overwhelming.


    However, it was only possible to happen in a fairy with a convenient passage called a ¡°mark¡±, not in humans who did not go through the ¡°mark¡±or something as a ¡°mark¡±. However, they can artificially make humans wizards at least one bay.


    The four wizard aides, Lupus, the proportion of abnormal wizards distributed among bureaucrats, and Luke Mandera¡¯s bizarre power are also explained.


    However, it was a false assumption. Even if humans can be artificially developed in the form of wizards in the first place, it cannot be explained that they have the ability of wizards who have reached their peak, such as King Ilinai or Katlena, in one body.


    ¡®Isaac, Luke Mandera is dead¡¯. It was said that he became so powerful as a result of his experience of being resurrected, but Shaurillin remained skeptical of his abilities.


    In fact, he understands that conquering the crises of life and death is not a likely outcome of such immense power. Extreme experiences are frequently used to push a wizard¡¯s talent to its limits, but in the case of Luke Mandera, this isn¡¯t the case.


    Isaac Mandera was a wizard who specialized in ice magic. Those who can utilize ice magic are thought to be born into the Mandera family. Count Mandera was a name Shaurillin was familiar with among the ice mages. Its purpose is to tell the 400-year-old story.


    Although magicians are not as common as they once were, because they exist in an atmosphere that promotes both the environment and birth, the trait that appears as a wizard commonly runs in families.


    It¡¯s plausible that his younger brother Luke Mandera was also a wizard by nature, given that his older brother Isaac Mandera is an ice wizard, contrary to his brother¡¯s description. Only if it had bloomed in a nasty way as a result of the politeness issue.


    That was what Shaurillin was focused on. Because that was the most likely and practical hypothesis.


    In such circumstances, it¡¯s impossible to dismiss the possibility that Katlena¡¯s involvement in Luke Mandera¡¯s problem influenced its flowering, either directly or indirectly.


    The point is why King Ilinai¡¯s astounding strength, ¡°North Wind¡±, was mentioned all of a sudden.


    It was a one-of-a-kind force that could not be duplicated or replicated. Shaurillin was well aware that King Ilinai¡¯s magical ability was actually otherworldly. It was unavoidable to hear a direct account of the power from King Ilinai.


    The ¡°north wind¡± was a force that was completed only after killing one person.


    King Ilinai only became the owner of the ¡°north wind¡± after slaying the world¡¯s most honorable, good, and adored person. And it was because of this power that he became the immortal king of Alves.


    It¡¯s a type of magic that should never be seen again. Shaurillin¡¯s memories stood firm in the face of the horrific battle.


    ***


    ¡°Would you like to eat together?¡±


    Katlena, who was working on the papers late, recommended it to Shaurillin around 6 p.m. Shaurillin gave her a sweet smile, as if he had been waiting for her.


    They questioned each other in a peaceful setting, had a casual talk, and strolled out to the streets of the government office after helping each other clean up.


    Miro, who had a normal mind, didn¡¯t seem to be affected very much mentally. They¡¯ve been pretending to be like that a lot lately. They act as if they care the most about each other in the world. As if there had never been an eighteen-year-old case, a fifteen-year-old trial, or an individual¡¯s life devastated by it.


    It¡¯s like people who haven¡¯t seen each other in 20 years but have reconnected with such dear and loving acquaintances.


    In truth, it wasn¡¯t just Miro who was bothered by him. Five assistants, including a 50-year-old half-elf, were thinking along the same lines.


    The assistants used to look a little hesitant and perplexed whenever they encountered such a figure. However, if it¡¯s normal, the two parties have never shown such an emotion.


    ¡®Is it a strange story to say that he was more terrified of that?¡¯


    The aides had to be very worried about their superiors¡¯ and opponents¡¯ motives in their own ways.


    As a result, Sia Brughwig was unable to bring up the fact that she would return home first, and was attempting to follow the restaurant as it was. She would have followed in the end if Katlena hadn¡¯t stood up first and told her she¡¯d be fine returning home alone.


    As a result, it was proper for her not to accompany her as long as her superior looked after her first.


    She eventually gave Luke a wink, indicating her desire to depart home early.


    It was a directive to keep a close eye on it. It refers to appropriately escorting. Luke, who was well aware of his duty, gave her a discreet nod as well.


    Sia had to support her family from the evening forward, so accompanying her to lunch would have been taxing.


    Before Sia¡¯s return home, Katlena led her for a while, keeping a safe distance from Shaurillin. There seems to be a personal agenda to speak with. Luke was frightened of hearing their chat and peered at Shaurillin as if looking for a tall fairy.


    Shaurillin, on the other hand, became interested in this side rather than that side just in time. Katlena was understandably on standby with Luke while Sia had a private talk.


    With an eternally friendly smile that he had always missed, he looked down at the youngster.


    ¡°Luke, if you don¡¯t mind, can I talk to you?¡±

 CH 22

    ¡°Your Excellency and I¡­?¡±


    ¡°Yes, if you don¡¯t mind.¡±


    With a childlike amazement, Luke glanced up at Shaurillin. The fairies did, in fact, raise their eyes in a magnificent way, as if they were all enormous.


    Miro, who stood next to him, took half-steps back as well, and when he recognized the expression, he smiled warmly.


    Then he was eager to criticize himself for avoiding the boy. Miro, who was gloomy, made another step back.


    Apart from the fact that Shaurillin spoke quietly, he noticed Miro¡¯s terrible agony.


    ¡°I¡¯m the one who put a stop to your brother¡¯s visit today; Miro, who had arrived early, discovered him in front of the office and served him tea; so, I came to the government office later than Miro, but sooner than Katlena, and spoke with him before sending him back.¡±


    ¡°Oh¡­¡±


    Luke apologized promptly after opening his mouth with a faceless expression.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry if I¡¯ve caused you any inconvenience.¡±


    ¡°What do you mean, Luke? I¡¯m just pleased to have a visitor for morning tea.¡±


    ¡°The morning that was always the same has become special because of you.¡±


    Shaurillin, who responded gently, paused for a while before lowering his gaze.


    As a fairy who regularly records six and a half feet, approximately 195 cm, casually, Shaurillin was one and a half feet taller than Luke, who was under grown.


    His purple eyes were like lovely bowstrings hidden in golden eyelashes, and he could stare down at Luke without bending his back or neck. Shaurillin added with a generous voice, while Luke Mandera unintentionally stared at the fairy-like features.


    ¡°I understand his frustration at not being able to reach your opinion, but please don¡¯t despise your brother¡¯s worries too much; you may not like it at times, but brothers are always willing to sacrifice for each other.¡±


    ¡°You do realize that average brothers don¡¯t do things like that, right?¡±


    ¡°Are you able to fight like regular brothers?¡±


    ¡°That isn¡¯t true; I, too, can do anything for him.¡±


    ¡°Then the Mandera brothers enjoy a close friendship.¡±


    Luke closed his mouth and looked a little uneasy when he heard that.


    ¡°You don¡¯t want to ask me that.  Isn¡¯t there something else? I¡¯m sure your Excellency has no motive to become involved in the Mandera family¡¯s brotherhood conflict.¡±


    If Katlena wasn¡¯t involved, that is. Luke made a valiant effort to absorb the background noises.


    Shaurillin, on the other hand, who had eaten Luke¡¯s words, appeared to understand them without problem. He responded by raising the corners of his mouth and asking.


    ¡°Do you believe that?¡±


    ¡°Please accept my apologies.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re not required to apologize.¡±


    Shaurillin, who replied slowly, laughed out loud for a few while before saying this.


    ¡°Then I¡¯d like to hear it. Actually, Luke thinks that¡¯s what I intended to ask. What matters is what kind of conversation you imagined, not what I actually wanted to ask.¡±


    Luke avoided eye contact by defensively lowering his pumpkin eyes and refusing to respond. He was well aware, though, that silence was not everything. The youngster finally mumbled something coldly.


    ¡°Allegations against Duchess Katlena are frequently misunderstood, regardless of what my brother stated; Duchess Katlena simply saved me and offered me a new life¡­¡±


    ¡°Isn¡¯t Luke aware that expressing that is useless to those who question mental control?¡±


    ¡°Shaurillin.¡±


    Miro¡¯s breath was blocked by the rapidly fierce air, which had been stepping back, with a cruel call. Shaurillin motioned discreetly at the time when Miro covered his lips with a cough. Miro approached him, trembling.


    Miro choked as he neared Shaurillin, Luke Mandera standing next to him. However, there was a nice breeze blowing at the time.


    Miro had already been guarded by a long-lived white fairy. Miro Rosway moved silently to hide his tear-streaked face, showing his back to Luke Mandera.


    Luke was staring at Shaurillin¡¯s face rather than making a little gesture on the other side of him or an agitated gesture that couldn¡¯t be hidden.


    For a brief moment, the pumpkin-colored eyes flickered with evident hostility. Shaurillin was greeted with hatred in one body, but recognized that it was not flesh.


    Luke was neither a killer nor a monster. As a result, even if the weapon was a similar murder that would have been labeled as such, it was not uncommon for Roschodur noblemen to commit such crimes.


    By all accounts, he is only a devoted servant of a hypocrite. I simply follow my owner¡¯s instructions. And with a colossal amount of power at his disposal.


    It was simply because Luke was the youngest of the canines and was given special attention by the family.


    The white fairy concluded the human-style estimate quickly and spoke again in a calm tone.


    ¡°I don¡¯t believe Katlena employed a specific method to sway your mind or that your loyalty was twisted in any manner.¡±


    With a determined attitude, Shaurillin cut Luke¡¯s words. He drew his gaze away from Luke, who raised his head.


    ¡°One of the reasons is that I believe Katlena will not do that, but for more objective reasons, I know that magic doesn¡¯t work that way, especially if it¡¯s like Katlena¡¯s magic, which can¡¯t have that effect. I hope you don¡¯t forget. I came to the land of man on my own, and I am somehow welcomed by you, but I am probably an outsider forever.¡±


    The white fairy then softly inquired.


    ¡°Do you think you¡¯d like to talk to me again?¡±


    And Luke Mandera¡¯s response to that question was most likely unique and unusual. He struggled to make the same humiliation look that his brother had made in response to Shaurillin¡¯s too thin demeanor.


    ¡°I¡¯m afraid I won¡¯t be able to provide any information about Duchess Katlena to your Excellency.¡±


    ¡°If so, will you answer one question? I left this place 15 years ago, but it was not accepted at the time that such an incident had occurred. Luke.¡±


    Shaurillin inquired, his tongue hanging for a moment.


    ¡°Can you tell me about the incident in which you almost died?¡±


    When Luke was given that question, he was torn between two opinions. Luke was on the verge of making a decision when Katlena offered them a look to return following a talk with Sia.


    Luke¡¯s boundaries have been compounded by the pressure that this quiet communication will soon be cut off, and the relief that Katlena would now answer instead. With a wary demeanor, the child responded.


    ¡°I was alive, but frozen.¡±


    Just a little, the fact itself appears to be suspicious. Surprisingly, the tone with which he spoke it reminded him of Isaac.


    ¡°In general, I deserve to die¡­ And, for the first time, a miracle happened to me: Katlena melted me and allowed me to see the light of the world once more. It¡¯s not as pointless, absurd, or incongruous as you believe.¡±


    Luke added, his voice firm and confident.


    ¡°It was just charity.¡±


    In fact, the response was sufficient. Shaurillin Inborgia, at least, was in this situation.


    ¡°Ah, I see.¡±


    As a result, he responded generously like this. Thank you so much.


    ¡°Luke, you must have put forth a lot of effort; the adversity you¡¯ve faced in your brief existence breaks my heart¡­¡±


    Shaurillin gave a small but noticeable smile. Affectionate and bored altruism were locked in the shape of a bow like his eyes behind the contradicting smile. The fairy whispered.


    ¡°I don¡¯t think Isaac and you want to talk about the details, so I won¡¯t ask. It¡¯s probably a close call from the Mandera family. I¡¯m guessing, too. However, if you have a problem in the future, and if you feel like it, please consult with me. Because I won¡¯t ask you for more explanation. I am a person who protected the Elves¡¯ holy place, and I have at least that much understanding of magic. That¡¯s how I¡¯ve spent my entire life. I¡¯m sorry, but I can¡¯t ignore you. If you¡¯re worried, you can come to me after receiving Katlena¡¯s approval, but¡­¡±


    After a little while, he added kindly.


    ¡°First and foremost, Isaac¡¯s misunderstanding of my magic will be minimal, but I¡¯ll do my best to resolve it; however, you should speak with your brother separately; everything ultimately boils down to different outcomes depending on what you¡¯re aiming for. Take it easy, Luke; you¡¯re still young, and everyone is ready to protect you.¡±


    It would ultimately be up to Luke Mandera, a 16-year-old, to assess the authenticity of his words.


    Luke Mandera¡¯s pumpkin eyes lifted confusedly toward the white fairy for a minute, knowing that the horse would function like that even if he wasn¡¯t confident of independently establishing the horse¡¯s validity.


    His attention, however, had to immediately return to the ground. Katlena Agreta approached them and urged them to move to the restaurant as soon as possible.


    Luke Mandera, on the other hand, had to recall Katlena¡¯s directions while rushing toward the restaurant she suggested.


    Behind a complete smile, it appears that there was a humble luring affection that could not be cleverly masked by other modifiers.


    Or perhaps it was alluring. Just a smidgeon. It¡¯s a horse, of course.


    ***


    Shaurillin believed everything was going  smoothly.


    At the supper with Katlena, there was no particular story.


    Only Luke and Miro were afraid of what might come out of the conversation, but Shaurillin and Katlena remained light and nice to each other as they had been in recent years.


    It was also suspicious to Shaurillin.


    Shaurillin¡¯s lack of consideration and emotional kindness toward Katlena is both natural and justified.


    Shaurillin won¡¯t declare he wants to assist them by bringing up arrogant and unimportant terms that he shouldn¡¯t dare to bring up, but if they utilize old languages and express them, Shaurillin¡¯s proper role was to assist them.


    Shaurillin was willing to try to understand Katlena if she agreed, and he was always willing to assist her if she needed it. He was the one who abandoned her in the dirt without a guardian, and he had already moved 18 years ago, determined to endure the full brunt of his decision.

 CH 23

    Shaurillin was willing to live for Katlena, even if she despised him and tried to kill him.


    It was completely natural.


    He isn¡¯t the Marquis of Lacrivia, and elves aren¡¯t a race that wants to get out of debt the quickest way possible.


    This is because, despite the fact that Shaurillin lived in human territory, he is never human.


    He is still an elf who feels the distance of life while watching the sun rise and set over the Holy Land, and he lives in the same way every day.


    But how is Katlena Agreta behaving now?


    Katlena was a nice person. She appeared to be really concerned about Shaurillin¡¯s comfort, and she made an effort to be sensitive of the circumstances to alleviate the perplexity and concern over his rest.


    Katlena was literally greeting Shaurillin with a cheerful and welcoming attitude. In some ways, more so than before.


    Katlena had no reason to do what she did to Shaurillin. It started with personal grudges, the same may be said for more public reasons.


    Under Katlena¡¯s kindness, the current office of prime minister was kept, and it was a position that could not truly be Katlena¡¯s superior.


    Shaurillin is merely the ultimate judge and nothing more than another spectacle in terms of form.


    He was now more than qualified to be referred to as the ¡°next finance minister¡±, rather than the ¡°Prime Minister¡± now.


    Shaurillin, like Isaac Mandera, could never compare to Katlena.


    In front of Katlena, Shaurillin was not a superior with unique authority. They are standing side by side as ministers, no matter how good they are.


    Katlena was in a position where she could handle things without honoring Shaurillin, and indeed, she would have raised the name of the ¡°Iron-blooded Duchess¡±, it was just that Katlena was out of luck and didn¡¯t act like that.


    So, what¡¯s the deal?


    Katlena felt that the gorgeous and shabby-looking High Elf was great and cool when she was a kid.


    For the girl, her friendship with the elf was a source of pride, and she was ecstatic anytime she heard about the mysteries of nature and the fairy that other children were unaware of, so she closely followed the Shaurillin.


    Shaurillin was Kat¡¯s favorite friend when the attachment relationship started. That¡¯s all there is to it.


    Kat preferred Shaurillin to her parents, but it didn¡¯t mean she ignored them in favor of Shaurillin. Shaurillin effectively abandoned Katlena Agreta in a world devoid of anyone to love.


    Katlena isn¡¯t weird if she decides not to hold grudges against Shaurillin.


    The fairy is likewise aware of human land¡¯s secular meanness, but she recognizes the trajectory of ludicrous forgiveness and humanity that can only happen on human land.


    The purple eyes of the wise race, on the other hand, saw a burning resentment in Katlena¡¯s eyes. Her words of lavish welcome sounded like desperate desperation.


    Katlena Agreta has obviously not forgotten. She even cautioned herself not to misinterpret the fact that she had been forgiven.


    Katlena Agreta decided not to seek vengeance, but she also decided not to forgive. So, where did her difficult-to-understand words and acts come from?


    ¡°For what?¡±


    Elves had been watching some of Katlena¡¯s inexplicable actions for a few weeks, as though pondering them.


    Katlena Agreta welcomed Shaurillin and exploited his illusion as an excuse to beat up on political tyrants. While concealing her informal and intimate relationship with King Ilinai, she behaved quietly so Shaurillin wouldn¡¯t notice.


    Despite the fact that she has never made her relationship with King Ilinai public, she does so in some way, and she does not appear to wish to hide it.


    Miro could examine the doubtful magical abilities of her four assistants, so she purposefully gave it to him in front of her.


    Shaurillin, who has no person of his own, must have known that she would find her own as a temporary measure and surreptitiously construct her own power, but she isn¡¯t closing her eyes..


    She asked Shaurillin to dine after Isaac¡¯s visit, and she even left her seat on purpose, using Sia to see her off. Shaurillin does not believe it is an unintentional action.


    It wasn¡¯t a coincidence to begin with. She purposefully left Shaurillin alone with Luke, to some extent strategically.


    Katlena seemed to be guiding Shaurillin somewhere during the last two weeks. Katlena may have been the driving force behind the chain of events that followed Shaurillin and her reunion.


    Shaurillin is in the process of being hauled somewhere. Maybe somewhere Katlena wishes to go.


    Shaurillin, on the other hand, had no intention of avoiding the induction for the time being. He remembered wandering the woodland with Katlena in the past and returned his gaze to Count Agreta¡¯s blood-soaked mansion¡¯s huge hall.


    He is prepared to murder everyone at the mansion, leaving only the girl confined inside, with as many censorship placed into Katlena¡¯s door handle as he did at the time.


    Since then, he had never discovered the swords he had left on Katlena¡¯s door, and he had yet to return the slaughter swords, which he had drawn in 600 years that day.


    ¡®When does she have to keep the beat for him, and when does she have to let go of her voice?¡¯


    After being young with a careless notion, a slight smile around his mouth vanished. Before the brightest dawn, there were indications of the reddest dawn.


    ***


    According to Merlin, Katlena¡¯s current attitude toward Prime Minister Inborgia was odd, but nothing out of the ordinary.


    Katlena would have operated the same way whether or not there was another ¡°high-level¡± competent official besides Shaurillin.


    At the same time, it was odd because Shaurillin was the opponent, not anyone else.


    The public avoids Katlena, referring to her as a cold-blooded person, and fears her, referring to her as an iron-blooded Duchess.


    She was named the Red Duke because she was covered in blood, or a drinker of hell fire because she recited a magical cruelty of burning a human to the bones.


    She was well-known for never forgiving anyone who mentioned an invisible or tangible sword to her, whether static or assassin.


    Shaurillin swung both a black intangible and a real sword 18 years ago, threatening Katlena for whatever reason.


    Katlena didn¡¯t seem to understand the point in reducing the resentment sentence to just Shaurillin.


    At the same time, it was likely that Katlena Agreta did not respond to Shaurillin in any way. As a result, it was weird from Merlin¡¯s perspective while also being nothing strange.


    Katlena acted like a human being who had actually lost her human heart at times, according to Merlin¡¯s observations.


    When Merlin first met Katlena, she was still too little to be called a girl.


    Katlena was 18 years old at the time. Nobody knew why Katlena appeared on the southern coast while finishing her studies at the Wizard Tower in the capital¡¯s northwest.


    When she was 18 years old, her hair was already red and her eyes were black.


    She was a wizard who had already attained the strength to change her body, but she was too young to get an official certificate of accomplishment. Katlena has always been great, balancing brilliance, viciousness, and desperation.


    As she looked up at Merlin, the girl drew a fake smile that could only be seen in pictures.


    There¡¯s no way the Roschodur people aren¡¯t aware of Count Agreta¡¯s passing. Because Shaurillin was such a popular prime minister, the stunning events and their truth were a huge subject for both the Roschodur people and Shaurillin.


    Merlin had also heard and was aware of the rumor.


    As a result, Merlin mistook Katlena¡¯s abrupt suggestion of becoming her assistant for an attempt to exploit her resentment. The assassination of Shaurillin Inborgia¡¯s or something like that.


    Katlena Agreta, on the other hand, appointed Merlin as her secretary. Merlin didn¡¯t comprehend why she suddenly caught Katlena¡¯s eyes.


    Katlena was assembling a team of wizards.


    Only wizards with unique qualities. And it didn¡¯t appear to be motivated by hatred toward Shaurillin Inborgia or sadness over her parents¡¯ unjust death.


    Katlena Agreta appeared to be a woman who had no feelings for her parents. She didn¡¯t even have a common portrait of her parents to remember them by.


    The old Count¡¯s mansion still has a few decent photos, but she made no attempt to bring them to her mansion or office. Because Katlena was so upset, she didn¡¯t even want to see the people she missed and loved. She was just literally, indifferent.


    Katlena Agreta appeared to be a remarkable and ruthless individual. Unlike public opinion, Merlin claimed that the void of human warmth she had lost manifested itself not only in ¡°treating others cruelly,¡± but also in ¡°not loving or cherishing anything¡±.


    The tragic end of her family did not appear to matter much to Katlena.


    Because Katlena¡¯s resentment of Shaurillin was ultimately an attack on her parents, rather than a direct attack on Katlena, there was a notion that it meant nothing to her, as she was not concerned with her parents.


    Merlin has even more misgivings after recalling the succession of pleasant deeds that occurred between her and the fairy following Shaurillin¡¯s return.


    ¡®Is Katlena¡¯s hatred towards Shaurillin simply vengeance for a ¡°tough childhood¡± that ends with a little taunting and harassment?¡¯


    Katlena is an excellent master, but she did not impress Merlin as a person.


    Merlin was not someone who would betray Katlena simply because she was cruel, but she did believe there was no need to worship Katlena Agreta¡¯s humanity so much.


    Merlin was not a dedicated Katlena disciple. She was simply a devoted individual.


    In other words, Merlin meant that she didn¡¯t have to show signs of stress, weird expressions, or unrealistic expectations after seeing the reluctant portrait in Katlena¡¯s hand.


    However, just because Merlin seemed unconcerned about the journey didn¡¯t mean she couldn¡¯t stop her eyes from naturally sliding into the image.


    The former Count Agreta¡¯s home was reorganized after the welcoming reception.


    Katlena, who came to the scene every now and then to keep an eye on things, brought a miniature photograph with her. She¡¯s now attempting to create a gorgeous framing for the unexpected photo. Among the items she owned, it is also the most valuable table frame.


    The work of art. In the faded photo, there was a fairy and a girl.


    ¡°Can you tell me where you want to put it?¡±


    Katlena Agreta was unscrewing each frame in the tea room of the newly acquired Duchess of Agreta mansion. She sat like a lazy beast, flat in a chair, and answered pleasantly, removing the back of the frame.


    ¡°I¡¯m not sure. I¡¯m thinking of putting it in my office. Where should I put it? On my desk?¡±

 CH 24

    ¡°¡­¡±


    The beautiful garden with a tall High Elf and a girl with wavy hair standing in a wonderful atmosphere.


    White tea tables, golden white roses, black bushes, and a shimmering afterimage of spring vegetation.


    A child with the most beautiful smile in the world, and a white fairy who seems ready to protect and love her. A peaceful time with days that will never be repeated.


    Merlin¡¯s attention remained intently fixed on the painting. Katlena Agreta laughed.


    ¡°I allow you to ask questions, Merlin. There must be something you want to ask.¡±


    So, the other day, Merlin posed a question that had to be criticized for being improper for the situation. Katlena appeared to be on the verge of responding graciously this time.


    ¡°Are you going to get revenge?¡±


    ¡°No.¡±


    ¡°Does that mean you don¡¯t blame him?¡±


    ¡°Maybe.¡±


    ¡°¡­¡±


    Katlena was already putting a small portrait in a frame and replacing the rear plate while Merlin remained silent. She inserted the screws one by one, those she had loosened earlier in a delicate manner.


    ¡°It¡¯s a curious thing: resentment doesn¡¯t have to lead to revenge; people can dislike others as much as they want and release terrible feelings worthy of their resentment even after opting not to pursue revenge.¡±


    Katlena mumbled as she finished the last screw.


    ¡°Even if it¡¯s not in the form of vengeance, people can damage others as much as they want and get compensated for it.¡±


    ¡°¡­Are you planning on putting the frame on your desk?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°Are you attempting to see the former Prime Minister¡¯s reaction?¡±


    ¡°That also doesn¡¯t sound bad.¡±


    Katlena was as cheery as usual when she did anything that was very peaceful or moderate, standing up from her seat and pointing at the frame as if dipping it on a tea table, regardless of whether Merlin narrows her forehead with her cold remarks.


    ¡°Merlin, I¡¯ll leave it to you to find a good spot to look at it.¡±


    She then handed the frame over to Merlin.


    Merlin took it in her hands with caution, as if it were a hot iron. Katlena¡¯s black eyes flashed with a cynical and unsettling glimmer of fascination at that precise time.


    Merlin had no difficulty identifying an unwholesome glimmer in the depths of Katlena¡¯s eyes.


    That¡¯s how Katlena has always been. A type of person that is typically decent and cool, but who rarely appreciates going above and beyond what is expected of her.


    When such enjoyment has a political effect, she becomes a generous person capable of amicable discussions with political opponents. However, if a spy was put in a mansion, it would aid in the spread of unsavory tales about her. According to the rumors, she laughs as she shoot and murder people.


    Merlin lowered her gaze once again when she exited the room and observed a well-anticipated walk. She was disturbed by where Katlena Agreta¡¯s heart might have gone wrong, fumbling with affection from the past.


    Perhaps she would never give herself an answer since she was in so much pain.


    ***


    Any elf is aware of the wonders of humans. Humans occasionally come up with ideas that elves would never consider, and they touch on things that elves would never begin to, leading to unexpected outcomes.


    Although the human lifespan is incomparably short when compared to that of an elf, this does not imply that their total amount of life is inferior. Unlike the slow life of an elf, the human ones were dense, and the experiences used to be gathered in each life segment could never be replaced.


    The High Elves, who live for 1,500 years and then die, and the human¡¯s wise man, who lives for only a hundred years and then dies, say eerily similar things.


    Young elves who have lived hundreds of years and young humans who have just lived two to thirty years share a startling amount of passion.


    In the end, it¡¯s not how long one has been standing on the world that gives you insight into life, but how you¡¯ve looked at it.


    As a result, the elves never considered humans to be young and immature. It wasn¡¯t as much of a public blunder as living in denial about an outside race.


    Furthermore, even the rejected elf¡¯s will not dispute that point of view.


    Almost all of the time, every elves shows respect towards humans.


    This is because elves can never duplicate or develop human life, and different beings have their own intrinsic value derived from their very being.


    Humans, on the other hand, were never the subject of elven lives and contemplation.


    Only the inside of Elven society has become the subject of all judgements, especially for the Elves. Humans are nothing more than a collection of items.


    One can visit any story that leads to Elf¡¯s life as a guest, but never the protagonist. Truly like a guest.


    Humans can be a means or a process in an elf¡¯s existence, but never a goal or a standard.


    Humans are valuable, but they are not absolute. Humans are deserving of respect and attention, but they are seldom prioritized.


    Humans were objects rather than causes, occurrences rather than truths.


    Shaurillin was no different. He was, in fact, more of a fairy-like elf than anyone else.


    In actuality, he was an elf who did not defy the elf community¡¯s beliefs any more than any other elf. He had always been a high elf deep down, and that didn¡¯t change just because he trusted the human world. Elves are unchangeable. Elves are a recurring theme. The immortality of a High Elf is unquestionable.


    Even if Shaurillin dies, he is born someplace as a promised person who must perform his role. So, even if things changed, it didn¡¯t change for the better. Life was unrestricted, and death was uncaring. That was impossible to deny at any time in life, and that was the rule.


    Before convicting Count Agreta, 400 years had passed since Shaurillin lived in the human land.


    Shaurillin¡¯s distress was not the result of a personal relationship with Count Agreta. For the family¡¯s young daughter, it was neither generosity nor pitifulness. It isn¡¯t the child¡¯s awe at receiving affection.


    Friendship, compassion, and affection were undeniably present, but they could never be a goal or a norm for elves; they were simply a reality that could not be prioritized.


    He¡¯d never exercised the right to dispose of a summary before. While living in human land for a long time, he had never considered such a concept.


    He didn¡¯t feel compelled to punish humans who were only visitors more quickly and consistently, or to deal with the matter quickly on the spot. He just kept it because he thought it was an act since the king of human¡¯s granted him the right as if it were an act.


    That day, though, he recognized he needed to use his absolute right to dispose of the summary. Again, it had nothing to do with the degree of friendship, affection, or loveliness.


    There was only one possible explanation. Because a child does not have the ability to choose their parents.


    Desiring to be king in human land was frequently a sin that resulted in the deaths of parents, children, and relatives from three different families. A child, on the other hand, cannot choose their parents. That is something that human law recognizes.


    As a result, Shaurillin realized that, before such a formal ruling, he needed to set an example that he would not be subjected to any harsher punishment than anyone else.


    Human law was nothing more than a passing scene for the High Elf, and the child could not choose their parents on their own.


    So he doesn¡¯t have to look at any of that any longer, right now, without delay, on that particular day.


    It was decided that it needed to be resolved immediately.


    He stood in front of the sleeping child¡¯s door and inserted his steel scabbard into the handle of the great door, which had been built vertically to provide a catch.


    The Count¡¯s house, which had been in use for hundreds of years, had been twisted and bound by magic and power, and the door could never be opened from the outside to the inside.


    Because children cannot choose their parents, they will be unable to use them.


    With such conviction, he turned his back and left the scabbard behind. While strewn about with lemon-colored hair that sways in the moonlight.


    The white fairy with purple eyes pulled out a sword that would never be pierced anywhere again.


    On that day, all the individuals who have sinned perished. The case will come to a close, with no need to inquire or fight further. They made a full death judgment there.


    A fairy never looks back or regrets his decision. With this way, the ruthless high elf who once soaked the Blue Mountains in Alves¡¯ blood, and the demonic beast known as the Illinai Wolf for a period after that, stained Count Agreta¡¯s home with blood.


    And two and a half years have passed since then, seeing the girl burying her head down in the lowest place in front of the Emperor, kneeling down to her family¡¯s enemies while biting her lips. Those youthful eyes were filled with hatred and anguish.


    Yes, that was before her eyes were still black. It was before her hair that was scattered on the stone floor, like petals falling in the wind, was still red like blood or twilight.


    Elves were still a race that never questioned or regretted their decisions.


    As a result, Shaurillin cast a glance down at the girl, but paused. Shaurillin will now lose human authority in the world of man, and Katlena will never forgive him, therefore he will attempt to rush into the fairy with such human authority.


    But Shaurillin isn¡¯t going down without a fight. He knew that after a simple retribution, the only future left was collapse, and that human life was always magnificent and faster than elfs thought.


    This was because the Elven race has never concluded that Katlena Agreta was young or immature.


    Humans are incredible, and their brief existence deserves to be respected, because they would never fall behind the elves in terms of totality.


    As a result, Shaurillin came to a different conclusion.


    It¡¯s been forty years. Those years may seem insignificant to Shaurillin, but they will provide ample opportunity for Katlena to prepare.


    As a result, Shaurillin will live for forty years in order to die in Katlena¡¯s hands.


    The 400-year-old prime minister was ready to make a decision on the spot.


    ¢¤. Minister and minister. End.

 CH 25

    The sky continent of Camamita.


    The continent and the water that surrounds it are joined and float above the sky.


    According to legend, when the world below faced a terrible crisis, only the chosen were able to flee to that place under God¡¯s benevolence and avoid suffering.


    But it¡¯s just an ancient legend, and for the people, Camamita was all in the world, and everything in Camamita was complete and they¡¯re living a life that can be full with only the circulation in it.


    Since only one island, Murta, was big enough to attain national authority, other islands became magnificent tourist resources for those living on the continent.


    Among them, the strange islands connected to the continent¡¯s edge are the most popular. The ocean drains down the end of this flat ground.


    Everything had to fall when it reached the edge. Even the boundless sea water, which has no concept where it comes from, flowed down, forming a mist and breaking apart and spreading it in the sky.


    Because of the sheer volume, it was difficult to discern what was beyond the mist at the end of the sea. It was closer to heaven than it was to hell, and it was a death and hell wrapped in water fog to be termed heaven.


    At the conclusion, looking down was generally accompanied by terror and wonder.


    Some borrow magical power to observe the edge, only the vague and distant sky and the futile decay of the mist that has lost its contour like a moose can catch the view.


    Those who stood there were terrified by the immensity and absence, yet they felt as if they had conquered the world.


    People, though, were most likely unaware. The fact that a portion of the elves¡¯ territory is located at the extreme end of the continent, and that portion is utilized as a site of execution.


    It occurred almost 600 years ago.


    Probably not till 700 years ago. A wicked half-elf who fooled the world and God, drew a dagger on his body, and demanded his own ¡®mark¡¯ was pushed down the cliff.


    Towards the lost earth, a site only dreams and horror could describe, which had long since fallen.


    A horrible scream, while the lemon-colored hair fluttered. The ¡®mark¡¯, which had lost its blue light, couldn¡¯t fully control gravity.


    The half-elf, who sought to push his hand to hold what had not been wanted by High Elf nobles, slid down the path.


    While being forced into the arms of those who push their brothers from the cliff, being pushed down on the floor and tied up, crawling on the ground to get there, High Elf Shaurillin, who resided on the battlefield, sobbed in despair.


    He can¡¯t do it.


    He used his magic to drive the priests away and ran without hesitation, pushing his tear-stained face over the cliff.


    He saw the faces of the brothers swallowed by the mist.


    Distorted. Painful. Terrible. Faint of despair.


    Purple eyes that resemble him and blonde hair in the color of a lemon tree fall in the sky.


    On the continent above the sky where no earth was seen, beyond the endless debris of the sea water that seemed to have spread tears. He was caught by someone again and dragged back then he cried over it.


    The boundaries of the sky were blurred by the mist that swallowed his brothers.


    A half-elf, unable to control gravity, was thus executed.


    Decades later, Shaurilin was still as crazy as he had been before, then he was kidnapped and confined in the palace of Alves after an overwhelming defeat by King Ilinai.


    The elves regarded him as an unjust and heroic prisoner until the day he found his place and returned to the Holy Land, but the Alves believed otherwise.


    He is never a prisoner, and individual-to-person friendship and humanity that the harsh and great immortal king would never give anyone were given to Elves not Alves. Thus, he was, repeatedly, never a prisoner.


    The Alves called him ¡°Ilinai¡¯s beast, The wolf of the Blue Palace¡±.


    A red-haired beast with frozen purple eyes covered with blood.


    Two hundred years since the immortal high elf had left the Blue Palace and returned to the Holy Land, he departed and devoted himself to the land of humans.


    Aside from his brother, who was executed at the end of the world, he was maybe the worst traitor.


    I. The Iron-blooded Duchess.


    v. The land of the humans.


    Even Shaurillin was surprised by the daily tea session with Isaac Mandera.


    Not only did he not anticipate getting close to Luke Mandera since Shaurillin doesn¡¯t have a very peaceful connection with him, but regular people did not feel that close to the 400-year-old prime minister.


    Few individuals had no respect for the great elf. No jealousy, no direction, no hatred, simply a person-to-person relationship. Even a simple chat appeared to separate them from the bizarre historical period.


    As a result, Shaurillin had never considered establishing friendships with humans. After one of the few precedents in the last four hundred years has been crushed into its worst shape, it has become even more difficult to progress.


    Shaurillin also believed that he would never befriend humans again. There was also a reason why he wouldn¡¯t, but he also understood that no one would be his friend. There are no humans who are unaware of the outcome of the High Elf¡¯s friendship.


    It became clear to the rest of the world that there was no gracious leniency or flexibility to overlook a small amount of service in that friendship.


    Isaac Mandera, on the other hand, was neither of them.


    Among the nine government agencies, the explorer¡¯s department is the one that undertakes the most political work. Unlike Zilosurua, the production minister who left politics due to his origin, Isaac Mandera¡¯s position was derived from his work.


    He merely went on an adventure with the passion of an explorer, brought magic artifacts and treasures that would benefit the country, and filled the national treasury.


    Shaurillin pondered how the young man who replaced the Count sat in a seat with nothing left, and Isaac was basically that person.


    He just said that he enjoyed Miro¡¯s herbal tea and that he wished to experience the peace and quiet that he felt when sitting near Shaurillin. He frequently came to Shaurillin¡¯s office before heading to work at the exploration hall because he was always earlier to work than the others.


    Then after he relaxes and enjoys a period of courtesy and tranquility. He would go gently after emptying a teacup round like a full moon in the hush of morning.


    In other words, Isaac had a very human friendship with the High Elf. If it¡¯s truly bizarre, that¡¯s because he¡¯s a strange person.


    Shaurillin would chuckle to himself whenever he saw Isaac sitting on the sofa in the silent office without saying anything, looking out on the terrace with a very content and tranquil smile on his face, and then turning back.


    Isaac¡¯s weirdness did not offend him. Perhaps Miro felt the same way, because the tea leaves Isaac received increasingly infused him with intense commitment and substantial investment as the days passed.


    Shaurillin had no idea this was about to happen.


    Katlena¡¯s magic is difficult to influence in this manner, since magic seldom works that way in the first place. He felt it would be his final encounter with Isaac Mandera until he revealed the methods developed from elf wisdom.


    Isaac¡¯s face was sad and pained, yet he seemed to be accepting it well. With his fading voice, Isaac stated that he would try to communicate properly with his brother and understand Luke¡¯s admiration for Katlena.


    However, the way Katlena manipulated Luke would still have been inappropriate. He apologized to Shaurillin, who was in charge of arbitration. Shaurillin, too, believed he couldn¡¯t deny it.


    Isaac is adamant about not using his beloved brother as a human weapon. As a result, he said that he understood. He understands the drive to accomplish whatever he can, no matter what it is or how much it differs from common sense.


    And perhaps the answer served as an opportunity. Isaac, who heard the answer, just smiled passionately and asked a question again instead of answering.


    ¡°Minister, would it be okay to come and drink tea again tomorrow?¡±


    That¡¯s how the regular visits began. By the end of the week, Shaurillin had purposefully changed his schedule to an earlier time to ensure that Isaac¡¯s arrival time was vacant. It was possible since he was unable to sleep in the morning.


    Isaac¡¯s arrival was postponed for another week.


    It was feasible since regular working hours were not strictly enforced. After about an hour to an hour and a half, they¡¯d typically sit face to face and wait for the morning sunrise.


    The conversation was hardly back and forth, and it was frequently interrupted by a five to ten minute daily speech.


    Sitting face to face for over an hour every day and just ten minutes every day. The talk was brief, and the subject was unimportant. They frequently sat face to face in deafening silence.


    Furthermore, it did not appear uncomfortable or awkward.


    The exploration minister, who went to Shaurillin¡¯s as an errand to give documents, had never been such a ¡°comfortable¡± person, and Miro, who only met Isaac within Shaurillin¡¯s office, felt it was a bit startling.


    Miro was the first to notice, as he watched the weeks pass, that the young man was living with a feeling of rhythm similar to his master¡¯s.


    It is the same speed as the High Elf, who has a shorter life than humans and spends their most wealthy years among the elves. He felt it would be a very leisurely existence, but he lifted his head with exaggerated fears that he would be uncomfortable living in a human country.


    Shaurillin had the same impression. He was ¡°like this¡± with a special history among elves, but he also understood it would not make humans feel at ease.


    He remained convinced that Luke and Isaac Mandera¡¯s story was unusual. That is, having to freeze his younger sibling alive cannot be a typical occurrence.


    Isaac first brought back the topic about a month later, when the fallen leaves on the tree were generally gone and the temperature grew frigid.


    As a result, the conversation was only extended on that particular day.


    The first sentence of the story was ¡°Luke and I are two years apart.¡±

 CH 26

    The 34-year-old Minister of Exploration and the 16-year-old assistant to the Minister of Administration.


    They were, of course, brothers who could not be called two years apart.


    ¡®Shouldn¡¯t there be fewer years between them than Luke¡¯s entire life?¡¯


    While Miro erased his expression for a moment, as if he had heard a sudden bluff, Shaurillin responded calmly while drinking tea.


    ¡°I thought so, Isaac. I¡¯m not talking about it but I know that Luke¡¯s age has stopped, and that period has been quite long.¡±


    ¡°How did you come up with that idea?¡±


    ¡°Luke was an adult yet immature boy, and he seemed to have seen too much of the world¡¯s history to be a boy, but he also seemed to have yet to quit believing in the world. When you revealed Luke¡¯s age, you gave a peculiar face, and Luke Mandera looked strange, as if he had never been considered a child as a whole topic of care. Looking at the differences between the two¡­ He¡¯s presumably assessing his age based on the time he deserves, whilst you¡¯re probably experiencing his age on your own and comparing it to the time he lived.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s right.¡±


    Isaac Mandera sighed and sipped a little more tea. After a little silence, he spoke again.


    ¡°I had to freeze him when he was thirteen and I was fifteen, about seventeen years ago. That seemed to be the only way at the time, and I knew there was a slim chance of success, but if I didn¡¯t even attempt, I wouldn¡¯t be able to go back. Because it was obvious that ice magic would kill people, I had to look through a variety of books.¡±


    ¡°In reality, while it may not be common in human land, it is not uncommon in Alves. It is usually utilized for those who have curses, scars, or morbidity and need to slow down the progression. Is there any relation with the disappearance of Count Mandera while I was away? I¡¯m not going to inquire until you tell me what problem Luke was having at the time.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s right.¡±


    Shaurillin responded slowly. Isaac¡¯s face tightened slightly, and he glanced down at the teacup with lonely eyes. The white fairy gave him a kind smile as he looked at him.


    ¡°Elves are not very close to ice or fire magic, so they are far away, but Alves, who can precisely regulate freezing, melting, and biological responses, occasionally accept such therapy. As a result, I understand how profound it is. Perhaps you did your best, but it was too harsh and heavy for a 15-year-old to perform. I would have had to put forth a lot of effort.¡±


    ¡°Do you think so?¡±


    ¡°From a human standpoint, that may have been reckless and heinous brutality.¡±


    In other words, he¡¯s still a fairy, and that won¡¯t change. He is well-versed in a multitude of precedents that are not unusual, if not frequent, among the Alves.


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    Isaac lowered his head and closed his mouth, as if he was chewing on his words. Miro watered several pots by the window while Shaurillin gazed out the window at the cold morning breeze. Isaac¡¯s golden eyes shook like the sun in the tea water before returning to Shaurillin. Shaurillin took his gaze off the terrace and returned it to Isaac only after Isaac¡¯s gaze returned.


    ¡°Is it a confession?¡±


    ¡°It was a bit like that.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t think it was a story that you could¡¯ve confessed easily, Isaac.¡±


    ¡°Well, I¡¯m not sure. If I had discovered another way, I believe Luk¡¯s life would have been different from what it is now, and I believe it would have been a peaceful life away from the informal labor of the administrative minister. Of course, Luke will be upset if I decide whether his life is peaceful or not.¡±


    Isaac stated this, and then quietly concluded with a kind and bitter smile.


    ¡°It must have been me who stole his 14 years and forced him to live my age, and that will not change.¡±


    Shaurillin can confirm that it will most likely not be a major issue in Luke Mandera¡¯s life. However, he did not provide such words of comfort. Even if some guilt is only imagined, it will linger a lifetime.


    Isaac, who appeared to have accepted the High Elfs¡¯ quiet as consideration, inquired softly, giving a brief warm glance as if he had experienced a warm welcome. It was a question posed in order to shift the conversation to a little different issue.


    ¡°Do you know much about Alves?¡±


    ¡°Ahahaha.¡± Shaurillin laughed for a moment, hung his finger on his teacup, and answered.


    ¡°It was difficult for people to imagine. It¡¯s not that I don¡¯t understand why. I don¡¯t think it¡¯s that important, so I don¡¯t have to talk about it, but I¡¯ve been held captive to a dazzling palace like obsidian in the blue mountain range, although for a little period of time. I received King Ilinai¡¯s personal order while being there.¡±


    ¡°Oh¡­¡±


    Isaac Mandera also exclaimed faintly and lukewarmly, as though it were an unexpected reality. But, after a few seconds, he bowed his head quietly, as if convinced.


    ¡°As a result, the prime minister may have broadened his knowledge by developing an interest in the outside world and other races. Spending time in diverse locations and cultures from where you live is usually a good approach to broaden a person¡¯s understanding.¡±


    Isaac Mandera added kindly and quietly with his always sad idea. Just a tiny bit of humor.


    ¡°In the end, he came to the land of man.¡±


    Elves that were not hostile to Alves were quite uncommon. The Elf had been outcast by the outside race, and Isaac had no idea. In truth, the Elves and Alves fought a lengthy war to create rivers and mountains out of blood and flesh. Shaurillin Inborgia was well aware of his unique background.


    As a result, Isaac¡¯s statements came out as really pleasant. Shaurillin reacted generously with a gentle smile.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know if that¡¯s the case.¡±


    ¡°By the way, if it¡¯s ¡°just a moment¡±¡­? For some reason, it doesn¡¯t seem like the moment I thought it would be.¡± Isaac looked jealous and asked kindly. ¡°Now that you¡¯ve learned a lot about Alves, you must have stayed there for a few years, right?¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    Shaurillin rolled his purple eyes for a moment, unsure how to respond to a young man who had no sense of space between Elves  as well as humans His eyes traced a thin arc, and his fluttering loosened like a butterfly. He came up with an answer quietly.


    ¡°I stayed for about six decades.¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    ¡°Because the ages of humans and Elves are measured in different ways.¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    Isaac drew an awkward smile with a face that appeared to be at a loss for words, then said clearly, messing up his lovely golden hair for a moment.


    ¡°Since it¡¯s a different country, administrative laws are different.¡±


    ¡°That is an interesting notion.¡±


    Shaurillin also gave him a moment of willingness. He flexibly drew another topic.


    ¡°By the way, Isaac. I¡¯ve been wanting to ask you something.¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­? Please speak.¡±


    ¡°Katlena was well aware that she was the type of person who would never ¡®let go¡¯ of anyone who got in her way or sucked her blood. Even before her return, there were rumors about her, and the things she looked at after my return told similar stories.¡±


    Shaurillin glanced at his lavish desk.


    ¡°Regardless of going far, she celebrated my return for the job.¡±


    ¡°Because the administrative minister is a person who values ??efficiency.¡±


    Isaac, who may not have been very sympathetic to Katlena, nonetheless made a clear assertion.


    ¡°Many things have happened with her, but we cannot deny that there is a system that can return because of the current administrative minister.¡±


    She is capable, and the individuals under her direction are more capable than he is.


    She is also one of the few aristocrats who have made him realize that the true competency of those in positions of authority stems not from individual talents, but from the ability to manage groups.


    ¡°Katlena Agreta is even a wizard of state who has lost to a great administrator, but her ¡°group¡± and thoroughness as the head of it now have the power to make nine government offices run around.¡±


    ¡°Since I get the same evaluation from you, you suspect that I¡¯m biased.¡±


    Shaurillin, who had put down the teacup and rubbed the rim, asked softly.


    ¡°Then, in the 15 years I was gone, who had fooled the defense and continued to wear unjust clothes simply for their own advantage, despite their consistent deception, are still unpunished? What else did persons who wielded authority and profited from abilities that were inappropriate for their abilities do? I believe I can only pose this question to you because I haven¡¯t worked it out yet. I hope you are not upset. I¡¯m asking because I believe I can act responsibly only if I know whether they¡¯re Katlena Agreta¡¯s companions.¡±


    ¡°I  will not be her collaborator.¡±


    Isaac Mandera, who had reached a conclusion, rubbed his chin with a tough face for a while without questioning whose story it was.


    ¡°There are a few people I can think of, but if it¡¯s correct to think of the people I think of¡­ They can¡¯t be solved since they can¡¯t be helped. Those who have been rolling in a noble society for a long time must have ties and trust in some form, and if they try to meddle with them incorrectly, they will suffer a backlash from strong and solid collective checks. When it comes to pedigrees, Mandera is not in the best of situations.¡±


    Isaac, who was quietly narrating, looked at the face in front of him, smiled bitterly, and said.


    ¡°Well¡­ I couldn¡¯t have done it during the Prime Minister¡¯s tenure, but for the past 15 years, there has been no overwhelming speaker in Roschodur¡¯s administrative system, and the aristocratic society has been truly communist. Until Katlena Agreta, a new powerful figure, took her position.¡±