Today feels like a series of surprises. Not only did I et a legendary figure recorded in history, but it turns out his wife is my academic advisor.
The most astonishing part, however, is their age difference—a staggering 400 years.
Arwen and Cecily are about a century older than I am. However, as a human, my shorter lifespan makes that difference relatively reasonable.
But Eiker and Elena? Four centuries apart. That’s an extraordinary span even for elves.
“Don’t elves care about age? A 400-year gap seems excessive, even for your kind.”
“It is a significant difference, even for elves. If you were to translate it into human terms, it’d be like a 40-year age gap.”
“When Eiker was off fighting in the racial wars, I hadn’t even been born yet.”
Elena’s added explanation gave a sense of the enormity of their age gap.
A 40-year difference isn’t just a father-daughter dynamic—it’s more akin to a grandfather-granddaughter relationship.
How, then, did these two even et? My curiosity got the better of .
“How did you two et?”
“I confessed to him because I liked his face. You know, elves generally have smooth, delicate features regardless of gender.
But rugged, bold-looking elves like Eiker are rare, so I snatched him up. Just looking at him makes feel secure.”
It was refreshing to hear Elena candidly explain their story. Indeed, rugged elves like Eiker are nearly unheard of, especially with such a uniquely grown beard.
“And what about the age gap? That must have been a major concern.”
“At first, it was. But I realized that loving soone ant getting at least 300 years to spend together—that’s more than enough. Plus, age isn’t a big deal for elves.”
“I did protest at first, saying she could find soone better than , but she insisted, saying she wanted to study as a scholar. So I relented.”
It figures—Elena’s scholarly side played a role even in their romance.
Eiker is more than just a living piece of history; he’s practically a fossil, making him an irresistible research subject.
Add to that his striking appearance and open-minded nature, and it’s clear they’re a match made in heaven.
I decided to shelve my thoughts about their age gap and simply wished them happiness. They’re so in love—who am I to interfere?
‘…Yeah, I really shouldn’t.’
Especially considering how many won I’m already entangled with. Interfering would be downright hypocritical.
If Eiker is a saintly thief in the purest sense, I’m nothing short of a rogue collector.
He’s faithful to Elena, whereas I—let’s just say my track record is far less comndable.
“By the way, Isaac, where’s the queen? You wouldn’t have co to this sacred site alone.”
“Arwen went to browse so books. She should be back soon.”
“Oh my, are you on a first-na basis with her now?”
Elena teased, her knowing smile adding to her playful tone.
I rely smiled back.
News of my relationship with Arwen has long since spread across Alvenheim.
After spending three uninterrupted days together (except when bathing), it was bound to happen.
Thankfully, no word of Ariel reached anyone’s ears. Mary and Cecily must have handled everything discreetly upon their return.
“Well, yes. When Alvenheim offers a gift, there’s no reason to refuse.”
“Good for you. And how about your fiancée? Have you spoken with her?”
“That’s been resolved as well.”
“Then when do you plan to return?”
“That… might take so ti.”
With the threat of demon worshippers, I needed to bolster my strength.
And then there was the matter of handling Ariel’s situation. Not to ntion The Chronicles of Zenon nearing its conclusion.
Returning to my teaching position felt like a distant goal.
“I see. It must be difficult to answer. Don’t worry; I’ll wait. If worse cos to worst, I could even arrange an early graduation for you.”
“Really? But I still have so much to learn.”
“Graduation would just be a formality. You could still visit the lab anyti. Your case is exceptional, after all.”
“Thank you.”
“In return, I have one question for you. It’s not about you being a prophet or anything like that.”
Elena adjusted her glasses and spoke softly as I nodded my assent.
Judging by her tone, it seed like a personal curiosity.
“In The Chronicles of Zenon, there’s an elven hero nad Luden—the one who rged with the Dark Elf hero to destroy the World Tree.
Was he perhaps inspired by Eiker? The resemblance is uncanny, especially the betrayal by the Council of Elders.”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
I answered imdiately.
There was no need for hesitation; Luden’s character was undoubtedly based on Eiker.
While I hadn’t anticipated Eiker’s cheerful and bold deanor, the inspiration was unmistakable.
Eiker’s patriotism and self-sacrificial nature for Alvenheim were evident from our conversations.
“See? I told you! You’re the real Luden.”
“I never thought I was, given how different we are… but this is embarrassing.”
“You should be proud. Zenon not only based Luden on you but also gave him a truly heroic ending. If I ever et the Dark Elf hero, I’ll make sure to thank them too.”
Elena patted Eiker’s sturdy back with a grin, clearly delighted. Eiker, however, could only smile awkwardly, seemingly unused to her exuberance.
It was touching to see how well they complented each other.
Their happiness was infectious, and I found myself smiling along.
“Ah, one last thing. Has Eiker faced any trouble because of this? I imagine so people might bother him, knowing he’s the inspiration for Luden.”
“Not at all. I’ve stayed out of the public eye since the racial wars. As you know, I’m a figure confined to history. Dragging into the present would be both unwise and impractical.”
“That’s a relief.”
“Well, there were a few curious individuals, but they mostly teased , so it never escalated beyond lighthearted banter.”
“Do they still call you Luden, the one who perished with the World Tree?” Elena teased, prompting Eiker to shiver in mock horror. Judging by his reaction, he must’ve been pestered quite a bit about it.
“Your bond is admirable. Forgive if this is too personal, but do you have children?”
“Not yet, but we plan to—perhaps in 30 years?”
Ah, the elven concept of ti. Thirty years to them is like three years to us humans.
“We initially planned to after my current assignnts, but it’s been delayed. With all the hidden histories uncovered thanks to The Chronicles of Zenon, there’s no ti to rest.”
“…Is that my fault?”
“It’s not your fault—it’s my duty as a scholar. Though, I suppose you share so responsibility.”
“Isaac?”
A familiar voice interrupted us. I turned to see Arwen, balancing a towering stack of books that reached her chin.
Without hesitation, I got up to help her.
“Good to see you, Your Majesty. Have you been well?”
Eiker greeted her with respectful politeness.
While it wasn’t an official setting, his reverence for her as queen was evident.
“I’m well, thank you. Are you here with your wife?”
“Yes, we happened to run into Zenon during our visit to the sacred site.”
“I see. Did you discuss anything of note…? No, never mind.”
Arwen seed to catch herself mid-thought and quickly shook her head.
Smiling warmly, she turned her gaze toward Eiker and Elena.
“Being seen with might bring you undue trouble. Isaac?”
“Yes?”
“Let’s take these books elsewhere. Just as we have our joys, they should have theirs.”
I understood her aning.
Eiker had already withdrawn from public life, and being seen with us could lead to unnecessary complications.
“Understood. It was a pleasure eting you both, Eiker and Professor Elena.”
“The pleasure was ours.”
Just as we were about to part ways, Eiker called out.
“Your Majesty.”
“Hmm?”
“I’m glad you’ve found a wonderful partner.”
Eiker’s sincere smile carried the warmth of genuine blessing. Arwen, too, seed to sense the authenticity, her cheeks glowing as she leaned closer to .
“Haha!”
Eiker’s hearty laugh followed us as we departed, his amusent carrying the weight of a benevolent elder watching over a younger generation.
While Isaac was enjoying a few blissful days in sothing akin to a honeymoon in Alvenheim, his work on The Chronicles of Zenon did not cease.
The 27th volu had been completed even before his journey to Alvenheim, with the only delay being caused by indecision over the planet’s na.
A few days passed, and the long-awaited manuscript likely reached the publisher.
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“Hmm…”
Musk let out a deep sound as he read the “letter” that ca with the manuscript.
He fiddled with his impressively grown gray mustache, a clear sign of his deep contemplation.
Normally, the arrival of a manuscript would leave him beaming, but with the letter accompanying it, his thoughts naturally grew more complicated.
The contents of the letter were as follows:
“Hello, Mr. Musk. Along with the 27th volu, I have so news to share. As I ntioned earlier, The Chronicles of Zenon is steadily approaching its conclusion. I estimate the series will likely end with volu 30.”
The conclusion of the century’s masterpiece, The Chronicles of Zenon. This revelation weighed on his mind as if a heavy scale had been tipped.
Even though the series’ end wouldn’t an the loss of all readers—the population was, after all, steadily increasing—the thought still burdened him.
Moreover, the profits generated by the series were so vast that even nobles could scarcely fathom their magnitude.
This was no longer just a goose that laid golden eggs; it was a literal goldmine.
His secret storeroom was already piled high with gold ingots.
He did ntion he’d work on another series after this.
Though Musk had no idea what the new project might be, it was Isaac’s work, so success seed inevitable.
Perhaps it wouldn’t rival the impact of The Chronicles of Zenon, but it would undoubtedly still hold imnse value.
By notifying Musk of the final volu count, Isaac was essentially telling him to start preparing now.
This preparation should suffice.
Yet, Musk’s attention was drawn not just to the impending finale.
Questions and answers, huh…
This was an event where readers could ask questions, and the author would address them within the book—a Q&A of sorts.
It was an activity Isaac had long wanted to do but had been too busy to organize.
Now, confined to the dormitory due to recent issues with demon worshippers, the timing seed ideal.
He had already prepared manuscripts in advance, and with free ti on his hands, it was the perfect opportunity.
Of course, a part of Isaac’s intention was to delay the series’ conclusion as much as possible, though his sincerity toward his fans remained genuine.
Avoid questions unrelated to the work.
But even if they announced this restriction upfront, chaos was inevitable. Lobbyists would surely pull every string they could.
Even before Isaac’s identity was revealed, there had been countless attempts at bribery or threats. Now, the situation was no different.
Isaac’s social circle was famously small, but what little connections he had were extraordinarily strong.
Out of them, Musk was the most accessible person. He wasn’t royalty or nobility—just a wealthy commoner.
This man has a habit of acting without thinking, doesn’t he?
Though Musk hadn’t interacted with Isaac often, his assessnt was spot on.
Isaac saw the event as a simple gesture for his fans, not considering the potential storm it might bring.
Or, if he did, he was grossly underestimating it.
Still, Musk couldn’t just tell him not to do it. Sighing, he looked up from the letter to see his secretary, Matthew, standing there.
“Anything else delivered with this?”
“Yes, the manuscript for Mary’s latest work also arrived. Volus 2 and 3, sent together.”
“Oh! Is that so?”
“Yes.”
The news that the up-and-coming author Mary (also known as Cherry) had finally sent her manuscripts brightened Musk’s mood.
Though not as monuntal as The Chronicles of Zenon, her warm writing style and unique settings had won widespread acclaim.
Her work was especially popular among won and, given its intriguing premise, attracted many male readers as well.
Recently, there had been delays in her releases, but with two volus arriving at once, there was no room for complaints.
“Excellent, excellent. I can already hear the money rolling in. Send them straight to the printers.”
“Sir, there’s sothing I didn’t get to ntion…”
“Hm? What’s that?”
Matthew hesitated before cautiously responding.
“About the printing press in the Duchy of Velua…”
“What about it? Sothing happened?”
Musk’s unease grew.
The Duchy of Velua was a neutral state, serving as a key hub for global trade.
Any disruption there could severely impact worldwide comrce.
Knowing this, Musk had invested heavily, setting up a printing press there to save on shipping costs.
“It collapsed due to a terrorist attack.”
As expected, Musk’s fears were confird.
Hearing this, his head throbbed, but he knew he needed to get the full story. With a trembling voice, he asked:
“Who did it?”
“A demon worshipper detonated themselves.”
“…Ha.”
It was too obvious to even laugh at. Unable to target Isaac directly, they were likely trying to disrupt the spread of The Chronicles of Zenon.
This setback was Musk’s burden to bear. A hit to the Velua branch, of all places, gave him a severe headache.
“What about the staff there?”
“There were five casualties. Two, unfortunately, didn’t make it…”
“…Send three gold ingots as compensation along with a letter.”
Money could solve many problems, but not all. No amount of gold could bring back the dead.
The real concern was that this might not be the last. Other branches could face similar attacks. If they couldn’t strike the head, they’d aim for the limbs.
This was nothing short of a declaration of war. Musk stood abruptly, issuing orders to Matthew.
“Prepare the carriage. We’re heading to the estate. I can’t handle this alone.”
“Do you have any plans in mind?”
“None.”
“…What?”
Seeing Matthew’s bewildernt, Musk smirked reassuringly.
“But we have money.”
“…?”
“So just follow .”
Though Matthew had no idea what Musk was plotting, he silently followed.
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