Objectively speaking, elves are a superior race to humans.
The small number of individuals proves this. In an ecosystem, didn't higher-level organisms produce fewer offspring?
In any case, it wasn't strange that Elisa suddenly awakened to great abilities. It must have been largely due to Sloan's unique ability that allowed her to share her power.
"The wind spreads out for tens of kilometers in all directions and transmits all the information to me."
"The wind…?"
"The name of the spirit I recently contracted with. The spirit of the wind. It's not strange for me, an elf, to be close to spirits, right?"
Elisa, who had finally awakened as a spirit sorcerer, looked at Camilla and grumbled.
Only a very small number of geniuses are able to communicate with spirits. According to records, the number was in the hundreds?
Most of them are nature-friendly elves. There are a few humans, but they are limited to serving unintelligent spirits.
"A spirit master… . I didn't know you had talent for that."
"You're so jealous. Aren't you better at magic?"
"Jealousy? Phew. Do you think I'm jealous? I'm just purely happy about my colleague's excellent progress."
"That's right. I heard that wizards want to talk to spirits just once. They beg for them to create magic."
The fight between the two began without warning.
"Begging? That's too much."
"Huh? Oh, it wasn't begging. Sorry! I guess I misunderstood."
"Ha! You're the first to disparage a great discipline with thousands of years of history like that."
"Thousands of years? A little young… . I don't know, but I think I understand why my people find magic funny. Of course not."
Elisa continued her argument flexibly, repeating, "I don't think so," several times.
"Oh, I hope you don't take offense. My own kind often misunderstands. Should I say I'm old-fashioned? This is the bad thing about elves."
Come out! Saying all sorts of unpleasant things in front of me, and then putting yourself (and even your own people) down behind my back, leaving me speechless!
Who would have thought you could learn such advanced speaking skills? Did you graduate from some university? Or do all nobles speak like that?
'It took me thousands of years to learn that skill… What a fearsome talent.'
Here I once again realized that I shouldn't argue with elves.
Then… how will Camilla react? If it were me, I would be speechless and throw away something else to save my pride.
Or throw a punch. Given Camilla's temper, the latter was more likely.
"Really? Well, elves don't age and live long lives. Even if your body is young, your mind can age. Well, I get it. I have to understand."
No, you're going to tackle this head-on? And you're going to do it with some leeway!
Camilla passed by, hitting Elisa's scale while simultaneously covering up the entire elf.
That's right, age!
Of course, for elves, age is just a number. They don't age at all even after tens of thousands of years.
But Elisa seemed sensitive about age. I don't know why. Is it because of me?
"Wait a minute. Why are we talking about age?"
"Huh? Why is that? It's common knowledge that elves live long lives."
"No, no. You said something when you saw my age."
"What are you talking about? You're not that old."
Elisa may look like this, but she's an elf who's been alive for hundreds of years. She's probably older than Camilla's ancestors.
Of course, he's younger than me.
Come to think of it, this young bastard is beating up someone who is like her ancestors? Have you ever seen such a shameless woman?
"Huh-huh… Is that how it comes out? Got it."
In the end, it seems that the fight ended up being Camilla's victory. In such fights, the one who shows their emotions first usually loses.
"Uh… Kids? I don't know what you're talking about. You know we don't have time for this, right?"
"Oh, that's right."
"Um… So what on earth did your wind tell you? The Demon King is nearby! Are you lying? He's trying to steal the valley from me."
No, my body is mine, right? I can't claim ownership. Why do you keep trying to argue about this?
"I'm not lying. There really is something around here. It's a pretty big evil. More than I dare imagine."
"No… Really?"
"Yeah. If you go about 60km east, you'll come across a city. A place ruled by the Demon King."
Elisha spoke confidently, and it was true.
We decided to head there.
***
But it takes too much time to walk a 60km road.
Since we couldn't walk for a day or two, we decided to take a break every now and then.
"The valley is mine now, right?"
"No. Because I found the Demon King. Until I defeat him, I'm still free."
"That's right. You never know when the enemy will come. You're not planning on playing with Valley, are you? That won't do."
"No… . This is not it."
Surprisingly, Elisa and Camilla, who had just fought, came to the same conclusion and pushed Sloan forward.
Outnumbered 2:1, Sloan had no choice but to comply with the rules he had just created.
"There's a village that's just right."
In the territory we occupied, there were villages of humans living as slaves.
Of course, from their perspective, they have simply changed from being human lords to the Demon King's army. In any era, the lower classes are bound to be exploited.
"There's no problem with distributing it? I thought you'd have to catch some monsters to get it."
"That's right. And you're giving me a room too."
Of course, our people are not so well off as to care about such a small town.
But don't villages usually have knights to manage them? This place doesn't have the value to do that, so they might just pass it over.
"Welcome. Our town is… ."
"Oh, we are just passing travelers. We need a place to stay tonight. Plus, we want to buy some food."
"Okay."
Because of that, the entire village seemed to be devoid of life. This village chief, the author, also seemed a bit strange.
"Let's take two rooms."
"Two places?"
"Yeah. One big one, one small one."
The accommodations Sloan assigned me surprised me quite a bit.
In the past, we just shared a room regardless of gender. Now, we're separated!
It can't be anything but a fair allocation. Even if you're crazy, a warrior is a warrior.
"Valley… . Since you're a man. It would be right to get separate accommodations. Right?"
"Yeah."
"Of course."
Actually, it was for a different reason. In the past, I was considered a party pet or mascot. Now, I think I see you as a man.
Well… whatever the reason, isn't it a blessing that you're not being sexually harassed?
I headed to my accommodation with a happy heart.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow morning!"
I could hear some muttering behind me, but I lightly ignored it. I shouldn't waste my emotions on women's fights anymore.
"Whew… . I can finally live a little."
Even though it's a small room, the mere fact that I'm alone gives me psychological stability.
'I'll wash up, eat, and then go to bed… Wait a minute. I feel something.'
My ears can't be fooled. That long life of struggling not to die… When someone approaches me, I can get specific information through my keen senses.
There are three people coming from outside. One is big, two are small, and they are women.
Sloan and Camilla, is that Elisa? I don't think so.
Listening carefully, I quickly figured out who they were.
"You're definitely inside here, right? Why can't you just cover it up right away?"
"Shh, I can hear you… ."
"Let's just check first and then go back."
Are you a villager? But the content of your conversation is unusual.
Hmm. This is clearly some kind of trick. I pulled out a dagger from between my sleeves. I'll throw it at him if I have to.
Of course, I want to avoid killing as much as possible. But I tend to take advantage of the opportunity to kill!
As I was inspecting the dagger, there was a knock at the door.
"Who are you!"
"Uh… The village chief asked me to ask if there was anything that was inconvenient."
"None."
"Oh? Is that so? Okay. "
Will it go back smoothly? No. I couldn't hear a single footstep.
It means that he is still loitering in front of the door.
"Just turn it off?"
"If you tell that to the boss, he'll cut off your head. Since you came all this way, you have to get something."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"What should I do? Let's pretend it was a mistake and break the door down first."
A boss? Wasn't this just a village? I'm a little curious.
Anyway, the smell of blood reeks wherever you go. This isn't a party of warriors, this is a party of murderers.