It was a great relief for that the accommodation was equipped with basic soundproofing. If it hadn’t been, not only would my laughter have been heard, but also Arwen’s shouts.
However, Arwen’s speech and that person’s speech overlapped in a subtle way, making it impossible for to hold back my laughter. Moreover, the arrogance of the elves and the ruthless nature of the nazis strangely matched.
Arwen standing dressed in uniform, extending her arm forward and shouting a specific slogan. Furthermore, her radical speech inciting the citizens and pushing them into the flas of war.
The more I imagined each mont, the more it provided amusent to the point where my belly hurt.
‘I should write about it later, right?’
When I finish Xenon’s Biography, I plan to write a novel about World War II, whether to include only humans or other races as well. But watching Arwen’s speech, my heart was gradually drawn.
Of course, if I were to do that, the settings could beco entangled in various ways, so it might be better to leave it for now. This setting could also be suitable for a sequel to Xenon’s Biography in the future.
While Xenon was alive, all races ca together as one to defeat the demons, but after a long ti passed, they once again beca divided and fought among themselves.
The demons, who had been patiently waiting for an opportunity, began their invasion from within rather than from the outside. After that, the world expands its worldview.
(Tl note: Isaac is talking about possible plot of a sequel)
“Hehehehe…”
I looked at Arwen while sniffling and stopping my tears from laughing. She was puffing up her cheeks like a frog, wearing a full expression of dissatisfaction.
Moreover, her embarrassed and pale skin was also tinged with a blush. Seeing her gray eyes slightly filled with moisture, I felt like I should just laugh.
“…Did you laugh at ?”
Arwen asked with a gruff voice. It was a low voice, but her expression was so cute that it didn’t pose any threat at all.
Really, who would think that this adorable girl was the Queen of Alvenheim? I couldn’t help but have such thoughts, knowing only that Queen Arwen, in her role as queen, had a strong sense of responsibility.
Still, an apology is necessary if I did sothing wrong. I wiped away the dew clinging to the corner of my eye and opened my mouth.
“I-I’m sorry. If I upset you, I apologize.”
“Hmm… It’s okay. What’s disappointing is not you, but my age. You don’t have to worry about it.”
Arwen replied, turning her head shyly. Right after that, she glanced at and asked in a timid voice.
“…Is it really not suitable?”
“The speech earlier?”
“Yes. I’m curious if it really… doesn’t suit at all.”
“If it did, I wouldn’t have laughed.”
It was a serious evaluation that wiped away all the mischief. I said it subtly suited her, but it was only to a certain extent, similar to an elentary school student giving a speech.
“Phew…”
Arwen sighed deeply in frustration at my harsh evaluation, as if the ground would swallow her up. At the sa ti, a sense of concern appeared on her face.
I looked at her silently for a mont and then asked about the point that I didn’t understand.
“Don’t you have soone performing a role like an advisor? Can’t you ask them for help?”
“…That advisor is the Council of Elders. In Alvenheim, the king is at the top superficially, and the Council of Elders assists him.”
“This structure could easily turn into a puppet show.”
Arwen nodded her head in agreent with my sharp observation. If that was the case, the king of Alvenheim would be politically isolated.
You could question why they even established a monarchy, but it seems that it is inevitable, even if it is to keep the Council of Elders in check.
The ruler of Alvenheim is elected through voting by each prestigious family, so it appears there are complex secrets involved here. Perhaps the prestigious families choose the ruler to keep the Council of Elders in check.
‘No wonder the ruler changes frequently. This must be the reason.’
I should include this in Xenon’s Biography. I apologize to Arwen, but I have no knowledge of the political structure of Alvenheim.
I am rely an advisor, not a servant of Arwen. I intend to help with the speech and then leave the rest to her.
“In any case, don’t give a speech in that manner. Try a different approach that suits you.”
“What speech style do you think suits , in your opinion?”
“Hmm…”
I stood with my arms crossed, gazing intensely at Arwen, lost in thought. Speeches often vary in style depending on the situation, and they also have a significant impact on people’s mood.
A bold and passionate style, much like Hitler’s, ignites a fire in the hearts, while Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech touches the audience with its genuine voice.
Currently, in the realm of Alvenheim, there is a growing rift among the elves due to the issue of mixed heritage. It is imperative to sohow nd this division and unite them as a single race called “elves.”
‘For now…’
I examined her closely, not as Arwen in her usual state, but from the perspective of a third party. Despite her youthful appearance, she exuded the elegance and nobility characteristic of elves. With just a smile, she emanated compassion. Even her subtle aura exuded the charisma of a leader.
Rather than delivering an impassioned speech in such an atmosphere, it would be more effective to speak in a calm yet powerful voice, amplifying the impact.
“Have you ever communicated with the people of Alvenheim besides giving national speeches?”
“A few tis, I have urged them to enjoy themselves and be cautious during festivals.”
“Other than that?”
“I have rendered judgnts in difficult trials, and on several occasions, I have gathered the people for audiences. Since I can’t trust the Council of Elders, I decided it would be better to directly listen to the stories of the people. By the way, why do you ask?”
Arwen asked with an adorable yet curious gaze. I shrugged my shoulders and replied as if it were soone else’s story.
“It’s nothing special, just an Elven acquaintance of mine spoke favorably of you. They described you as a compassionate and elegant queen. I was curious if others see you in the sa light.”
“Hmm… I’ve heard that despite my youthful appearance, I have a mature deanor.”
“Where did you hear that?”
“At the festival.”
“And you’re openly discussing it right in front of ?”
As kind as Arwen may be, it was indeed an act of insulting the queen. Well, back then at the exhibition, we didn’t know each other’s identities, and now we’re in a position where we can exploit each other’s weaknesses, so we can maintain a friendship.
Arwen averted her gaze upon hearing my question and hesitantly opened her mouth.
“…I was hiding my face just like during the exhibition. At that ti, I bought so food or casually asked a few people I happened to encounter.”
“It seems like you enjoy having fun, Your Majesty.”
“Well, don’t I need to relieve so stress too? After all, I am ultimately just an ordinary person!”
(Tl note: I was a bit confused here, but basically Arwen admits she sneaked out to have fun at elven festival and asked people about herself, a different one than the exhibition)
As I called the facts, Arwen exclaid in surprise. Her cheeks, once pale, turned as red as a ripe persimmon.
Well, I can understand that stress accumulates in a situation where she is politically isolated. In fact, the reason she has been able to endure so far is probably due to occasional escapades.
“Regardless, it would be a matter of adjusting your style based on how people perceive you. It might be good to maintain your usual rciful and dignified deanor but deliver the speech with a powerful voice, don’t you think?”
“…It sounds difficult.”
“Everything is difficult at first. Now, try practicing as I told you.”
“Are you telling to do it again?”
Arwen expressed her dissatisfaction with a slightly furrowed brow, seemingly not pleased with the provocative temporary speech. It appears that she considers it more of an incitent than a speech.
However, that’s because it’s too radical in action. If it’s done in a style that suits Arwen, the atmosphere will change completely. The content itself is specialized in stimulating the hearts of the people who are filled with a sense of defeat.
I gently teased Arwen, who revealed her reluctance with her lips pouting.
“Just give it a try once. I won’t laugh this ti. I’m serious.”
“Sigh… Just this once, then.”
“Alright. You can modify the sentences to ones that you feel comfortable with.”
“In that case…”
Arwen stood up from the bed and then closed her eyes montarily. It seed like she was slowly recalling the content as I had ntioned, and soon she began delivering the speech in a gentle tone.
The voice that flowed out of her mouth was closer to a true “queen” rather than a girl who behaved like a tomboy.
“Our Alvenheim, chosen by the gods, established the first civilization on this land. And further, pioneered magic…”
“… …”
I quietly observed the distinct atmosphere and style, which were clearly different from before. If the previous speech ignited a spark of provocation within my heart, now it exuded a gentle sensation of soothing and healing the old scars.
Even though it was the sa content of the speech, rely changing the style had drastically different effects. Indeed, a person should wear clothes that suit them.
“Alvenheim is no longer a loser. Rise once again, elves of Alvenheim. Let us show the world our power once more so that our voices can reach the distant holand of the gods.”
“… …”
“Ahem. Well…”
The speech has co to an end. Arwen, perhaps feeling tense, imdiately cleared her throat and glanced at subtly.
Then, either feeling embarrassed or curious, she toyed with her gray hair with her fingers and asked for my evaluation.
“I-Is it all over? Did I do okay this ti?”
“You were truly magnificent. If you continue like this, it will be perfect.”
“Hehe…”
Upon receiving my sincere praise, Arwen chuckled happily. The dignity of a queen had completely disappeared, leaving behind only a girl who enjoyed receiving complints.
I had a second thought about whether it was okay after seeing it, but since she found her own style, I judged that there wouldn’t be any problem. After all, the remaining portion depended on her.
“It would be good if you not only speak but also use gestures and actions. I’ve heard that people who are good at speeches often look at themselves in the mirror to check their facial expressions and gestures. Take it as a reference.”
“Can you tell who those people are? I’d like to look them up in books if possible.”
“I read about them a long ti ago, and I forgot who they were. I’m just a human unlike you, after all.”
“Oh… that’s disappointing.”
Arwen expressed a hint of disappointnt. He felt a bit sorry for telling a lie because he couldn’t reveal his past life.
“And when it cos to giving speeches, the most important thing is a confident tone and attitude. You can probably guess what will happen if you hesitate.”
“Well, I’m worried if I can do well.”
“As I ntioned earlier, beginnings are always difficult, regardless of what it is. Moreover, speeches are one of the most important qualities for leaders. Think of it as doing sothing you’ll have to do eventually.”
Even though I tried to encourage her, Arwen still had an anxious expression. Her lack of confidence was evident.
At this point, I made up my mind to give her so sharp advice. If she gets discouraged here, I can’t guarantee the results in the future.
“Arwen, even if I help you now, what will you do later if you continue like this? You know, I’m a human, and you’re an elf. Even if I can help you with writing or reviewing speeches while I’m alive, you’ll have to do it yourself afterward. I’m saying you have to fasten the first button properly.”
“…”
“Even if you’re in conflict with the Council now, rember that the people of Alvenheim should be your top priority. That powerful Council ans nothing compared to the people of Alvenheim.”
In a nation, public sentint is crucial. When public sentint declines, naturally, people lose trust in the governnt, and it can escalate to a point where control becos impossible. On the other hand, when public sentint is high, leaders take action even without specific orders. There are nurous historical examples of small countries uniting and developing into major powers through public sentint.
However, it is important to strictly distinguish between public sentint and incitent. Once incitent takes hold, it reaches an uncontrollable realm when the brainwashing is released. Public sentint, on the other hand, often stays united until the end.
“You have to captivate their hearts through this speech. It’s practically a stage that tests your crisis managent abilities. It’s up to you whether you will remain as a great queen who unified purebloods and half-bloods in history or beco an incompetent queen who fails to resolve rifts and causes divisions. Do you understand?”
“…Thank you. I feel energized because of your advice.”
Upon hearing my advice and counsel, Arwen smiled softly. It was a smile that seed relieved.
At that mont, as I was about to speak, there was a sudden knock on the.
Knock- knock- knock-
Arwen and I instinctively turned our gaze towards the door.
“Isaac. Are you inside? It’s , Marie.”
Surprisingly, the person who knocked on the door turned out to be my girlfriend, Marie.
While the accommodation was off-limits to anyone but , knocking on the door wasn’t a problem. However, if the issue was that Arwen was in the accommodation with , then it was indeed a problem. I looked at Arwen, feeling a shiver run down my spine.
Arwen blinked her silver-gray eyes, still not fully grasping the situation. Well, considering that she was unaware of the rules of the Academy, it was understandable for her to react like that.
“Hey, hey! Hide quickly!”
“Huh? Why should I hide?”
“Just do it! Use magic or concealnt, whatever you can! It’s said that only the owner can access the accommodation, no one else!”
“Got it.”
Per my urgent request, Arwen looked puzzled but managed to hide her body using magic. I wasn’t sure if she used teleportation or concealed herself like a dark elf, but she vanished without a trace.
Seeing that, I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief and called out to Marie, who was beyond the door.
“I’ll go now! Just wait a mont!”
After confirming if there were any traces of Arwen, I walked towards the door. Along the way, I didn’t forget to check the ti. There was still so ti left for all the classes to end. I wondered if the professor had finished early or if there was another reason for the early visit.
Squeak
As I opened the door, I ca face to face with Marie, who had her characteristic mischievous smile. Thinking there was no one around, I looked around and asked her.
“Why did you co so early? What about the lecture?”
“I finished early because the professor had an urgent matter. Since I couldn’t find you in Professor Elena’s lab, I ca to the dormitory.”
“Oh, I see. Then…”
Before I could finish my sentence, Marie forcefully pushed her hand against my chest. Her strength was far from weak, and I couldn’t help but be pushed back slightly.
Fortunately, she didn’t let go of the door handle, but she didn’t stop there. Taking advantage of my retreat, she pressed her body firmly against mine and continued pushing.
Naturally, I stumbled back from the door, and Marie had sohow managed to step all the way to the entrance. The door closed firmly with a thud.
“Uh, uh? Marie?”
“There’s no need to go all the way to the inn, right? I heard from Rina that the dormitory is soundproofed thoroughly. It’s as if you can’t hear anything that’s happening inside.”
Marie looked at with a mischievous look in her sparkling eyes. Desire was bubbling inside them like boiling lava. It seed like it had diminished recently, but it looks like another log has been added to the fire.
‘This is ssed up…!’
If there were only Marie and Isaac, it wouldn’t matter, but Arwen is hiding here now. The mont we do it here, Arwen will see everything.
So, realizing that I had to stop it sohow, I hurriedly spoke to Marie. It would be beneficial to move sowhere other than the accommodation.
“Well… Mari? Even if it’s in the room…”
“So what? We can have a quick one here, then go on a date and do it again at the inn, right? Think of it as warming up.”
“What kind of warm-up is that? Get your hands off !”
“Don’t you want to?”
Overwheld by Marie that had transford into the embodint of desire, I stumbled back and sohow ended up on the bed. I fell backward onto the bed, and Marie took the position to straddle .
Why do I feel like there’s a heart-shaped glimr in Marie’s blue eyes, even though shadows loom over? The desires of won are utterly elusive.
But that’s one thing, and as long as Arwen is watching, I absolutely cannot engage in anything here. I urgently pleaded with Marie.
“M-Marie? Can’t you endure it a little longer?”
“No. Way. Today’s classes were so difficult, and I’m under a lot of stress. I need to relieve it through Isaac’s body. For now… huh?”
Marie, speaking in a sultry voice, blinked her eyes a couple of tis without continuing her words. Then, she suddenly raised her head and began sniffing.
“Sniff. Sniff.”
“…Marie?”
“Sniff. What is this sll?”
Did she really sll the scent coming from Arwen? I didn’t notice it at all, but won are indeed different.
While I was thinking such thoughts, Marie, who had been sniffing and slling, began to sll my neck. Then, she squeezed her face slightly and mumbled softly.
“I can sll this scent even on the bed…”
“… …”
“Hmm…”
As she looked at with suspicious eyes, I tensed up, feeling like sothing else was implied.
Did she really notice Arwen’s presence? I hope not, in a different sense.
And so, as the heavy silence settled in the room, Marie smiled mischievously, and with that, the tension eased as she spoke.
“Did you spray perfu on the bed or sothing?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“At first, I thought another woman had been in the room. But the scent only cos from the bed, not from your body.”
“Haha…”
It was at that mont when I let out an awkward laugh. Marie, with the sa teasing expression on her face, slowly lowered her head towards my neck and brought her lips closer.
“Mm…”
“Ugh… Marie?”
“I will make sure my scent perates Isaac’s body.”
Although we had overco one crisis, another one remained. I urgently tried to separate Marie, but she remained indifferent, completely sticking to without any intention of letting go.
In the end, it seed like I had to deal with it like this.
[…I’ll be away for a mont.]
Arwen’s voice suddenly echoed in my head. Although there was a sense of embarrassnt, it was undoubtedly Arwen’s voice.
It seed like she had conveyed her thoughts through telepathy, as if she had been watching over everything from the sidelines.
‘Oh dear…’
For a mont, I covered my face with one hand and gave Marie a wry smile. She didn’t even consider distancing herself.
Feeling frustrated and slightly angry, I spoke in a voice that reflected my annoyance.
“Marie.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re dying today.”
“What, what? Ahhh!”
I quickly recovered and went straight to the act, without any foreplay or anything.
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