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[Title : Why can’t I enter the inn?]
Post : I keep getting [Rejected] whenever I try to enter.
: jus move along bro ik u used to rejection
: the innkeeper must be a wan
: look for a n’s inn q.q
-[OP]: oh fuck off cunts
: Do you have a dark elf in your party?
: ga fcks you with penalties for having undesirable races.
: Dark elves, demons, barbarians, undead... there are a few more. Those guys give you penalties.
-[OP]: shit that’s my party list
: sorry but how you even get past city gates
-[OP]: they attacked outta nowhere so I killed them
: Just burn down the inn, then.
: that’s a true terror party fr
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[Title : How do I raise party rep?]
Post : srsly can’t a man have four demons in the party? they’re so unfair
Imma get them an inn coz never gonna let them sleep on the streets
how do I pass the innkeeper’s check?
: Be grateful they didn’t report u as a necromancer to the guards
: Adding superior races like elves, beastkin, celestials, and dwarves raises your party rep
-[OP]: oh adding a high elf worked
: btw wut the criteria for superior race?
: Races that elves approve of.
: ?
: ya elves ca up with the concept of superior races
: it’s always those tree huggers
***Gondola rushed to Lafita’s side, his eyes widening as he spotted the clear bite mark on her hand.
“My lady!”
He burst out in alarm, as if she’d suffered a fatal wound.
“How dare you!”
He spun to shoot an accusing glare at Risir.
Uhh, why ? I’m not the biter. She did it.
Risir shifted his posture, emphasizing the wolf cub nestled in his arms.
-Miuuu...
The cub nuzzled contentedly against him, entirely unbothered by the ruckus.
“Gondola.”
Lafita was already on edge, and her knight’s overreaction only added to her embarrassnt.
Despite her deterrence, Gondola was beside himself.
“But your delicate skin has been scarred!”
If the wolf were not his lady’s beloved elental, he would have struck it down without hesitation.
“How could it scar? Feryn just gave a playful nip.”
“...”
Lafita’s stony tone forced Gondola to calm down. Though he wanted to argue that the wolf was quite overtly hostile, he held his tongue, recognizing her unusually tense mood.
The elental had always shown a streak of animosity toward anyone who approached her.
The key point here was that this hostility was directed at everyone, which was why Lafita chalked it up to a quirky personality trait.
She’s just a little prickly.
This mindset allowed Lafita to overlook Feryn’s behavior, no matter how rude it was—be it growls, nips, or outright rejection of gifts. Why? Because it was just her personality.
...And that was why the current scene left her so utterly perplexed.
How could Feryn be nestled in another person’s arms? So obediently? And looking perfectly at peace?
How did he do it...?
Lafita completely dismissed the possibility of Feryn simply liking Risir.
As a descendant of the World Tree, she was the darling of elentals. So how could an elental as special and beautiful as Feryn prefer an insignificant human over herself?
How absurd.
He must have used so kind of trickery to win Feryn over—that’s what she convinced herself of.
“Sir Gondola.”
Draffon spoke up then, addressing the towering knight.
A veteran with decades of practical experience, Draffon was a first-rate adventurer capable of staring down a knife at bladepoint without flinching and shrugging off injuries. Yet now, uncertainty flickered in his usually steadfast eyes.
The elven princess hailed from the Royeth lineage, the noblest rulers of the Grand Forest. She and her escort had co to entrust Draffon with a quest.
For these proud elves to seek a human’s help, even offering one of their treasured artifacts...Draffon couldn’t help but feel unusually tense. How perilous was this task to be?
Yet, to his surprise...
“Is the elental we are after...the wolf cub in his arms?”
“...”
“...”
Only then did the elves’ inner conflict beco evident on their faces. Should they be happy? Or confused?
“Yes, it is.”
For now, Lafita chose to focus on the positive.
According to their intelligence, a dangerous cult known as the White Shadows was after Feryn, recognizing her unique nature and vulnerability. This was why, despite her deep pride as a mber of a superior race, Lafita had stooped to seeking human help.
Her only goal was to prevent the worst-case scenario: Feryn falling into the hands of the Shadows.
But now? Not only had the worst-case scenario been avoided, but the best possible outco had occurred. Feryn was back in their midst, safe and sound.
So how could Lafita not feel elated? Surely she should be overjoyed, and yet...
“...”
Lafita didn’t even realize she was glaring at Risir in silent dissatisfaction.
anwhile, Draffon and Dupona exchanged details of the incident.
“That man, Risir, is the mage Kela brought in and...”
“These elves are the clients for a quest but...”
By the end of the explanation, both the Guild Master and his Deputy were chuckling in disbelief.
He dispelled a black mage’s mind control on the spot?
That wolf cub is such a powerful elental?
In the end, all eyes turned to one person: Risir.
Incidentally, Didoa had been fixated on Risir from the start for a different reason. When their eyes finally t, she froze blankly, unsure of how to act.
“Master Didoa?”
As Risir spoke first, Didoa imdiately returned a wave.
“Hello, Risir. Thanks for noticing . It’s good to see you.”
Her voice was monotone and her wave listless, making it hard to tell if she was genuinely pleased.
“Oh, it’s good to see you too. By the way, what brings you here, Master Didoa?”
“You called Didoa before. Are you mad at ? Is it because I ca at a bad ti so—?”
“D-Didoa! So glad to see you! What brought you here?!”
“Thanks...for being glad. I’m glad too. This might sound offensive, but I missed you. By the way, I didn’t co here for such a gross reason. I’m here to bring Mr. Gadena here to you. He has business with you. So, I hope you won’t be offended.”
Her words ca out in a flat, impassive tone, yet their content was surprisingly timid. Risir still couldn’t quite make sense of this young half-demon lady’s personality.
“You ca to the Draffon Guild to bring Mr. Gadena to ?”
“It just happened. Is this what they call fate? I’m kidding, of course. Sorry if that was offensive.”
Ironically, the ones feeling offended were Gondola and Lafita.
The knight didn’t appreciate the half-demon behaving so frivolously in front of his lady, while Lafita wasn’t comfortable with her being in the sa place as Feryn.
I’m fine, I can bear with it. But Feryn? What if this beautiful elental is tainted by the half-demon’s aura?
Lafita’s worry was genuine. Unable to bear it any longer, she spoke up.
“Master Didoa? Would you mind waiting outside while we talk?”
“Okay. See you later, Risir.”
“No, I’ll go with you.”
Lafita was startled by that.
“Wait, why are you leaving?”
“I’m sorry?”
Risir expressed confusion.
“Weren’t you about to hold an important private conversation?”
“Is that it? I just thought she didn’t want in the room.”
“Oh co on, Didoa. Why would they think that?”
Is that so?
I would assu so?
Both of them looked at Lafita.
H-huh...?
Lafita was taken aback by Risir’s casual defense of the half-demon. It made her look like the unreasonable one.
Dupona and Draffon were equally surprised. Risir should have heard that Lafita was the Princess of the Grand Forest, yet he was questioning her to defend a half-demon? Even if she was a master mage of a tower...
As veteran adventurers, they were generally open-minded by most standards. But even for them, Risir’s easygoing attitude toward a half-demon was truly remarkable.
“Hey, human. Do you even know whom you are speaking to—?”
“Gondola, please! I swear! He’s the one who saved my little Feryn. Okay?”
Lafita’s patience finally snapped at the combination of her knight’s overzealous attitude and the sight of Feryn nestled comfortably in Risir’s arms. Her elegant smile twitched ever so slightly.
“...”
Gondola’s face fell. Despite his large size, he appeared surprisingly small and ek after his lady’s scolding.
Lafita turned to Risir, tugging her lips into a graceful curve.
“Mr. Risir, was it? My apologies, I haven’t even properly thanked you yet. I’m Lafita of House Royeth. I’m truly grateful that you rescued and cared for my little Feryn. And, I can explain my earlier request. You see, Feryn has a very sensitive constitution.”
“Constitution?”
“Indeed. Contact with non-elves can negatively affect her. That’s why I asked the half-demon young lady to leave.”
“...”
Is that so?
Risir didn’t agree that Didoa’s presence was harmful enough to affect an elental. But what could he do? Lafita was the elental’s master, and she claid to know best.
But just as he was about to reluctantly agree...
-...
Feryn jumped from his arms and growled at Lafita. At the sa ti, her form began to shift.
The blue wolf cub transford into a young woman.
Lafita stared, her eyes shining.
“Beautiful...”
She wasn’t referring to Feryn’s appearance. In her human form, Feryn exuded an aura of pure energy that would leave any elf in awe.
The elental, with her pure aura and innocent deanor, opened her mouth and...
“Bull fucking shit.”
“...Eh?”
Feryn’s pure expression twisted, as though she’d been splashed with filth.
“You talk as if I like you elves, but how ‘bout you cut the crap?”
“F-Feryn...?”
“Fuck yeah! That felt good! I’ve always wanted to say that to you all. ‘Cause none of you ever understood, no matter how much I growled or bit! I—fucking—hate you elves!”
Feryn scread, as if freed from a long-held restraint, then began jabbing her finger at everyone around her.
“All of you! You’re all shitbags. Humans, elves—every last one of you makes sick!”
This was Feryn’s constant thought whenever she sensed the pure aura of elves and humans.
If I were pure like them, how would my kin have treated ?
But were they even her kin? They looked at her and said she was different.
That’s why she hated their purity. She hated her own body for being drawn to it. She hated everything.
That’s why she’d let those humans with the ominous ring approach her. She believed accepting the ring’s energy would change everything.
“So just, please, get lost. Get lost! You goddamned knife-eared fuckers!”
Feryn shrieked one last ti at Lafita.
“Woah. First, let’s calm—”
She swatted away the hand reaching towards her. Risir’s hand.
“Hnnahh...!”
Feryn’s frenzy halted as a contented sigh escaped her, followed by a shiver. The mont his aura touched her, the sensation was too intoxicating to resist.
Once again, she couldn’t fight it.
“Feryn, right? Are you okay?”
Seeing her suddenly freeze, Risir grew concerned and placed a hand on her shoulder. In his mind, she was still a small, vulnerable cub.
Feryn unconsciously nuzzled against his hand.
“...”
Lafita had never seen her act like this.
Her world crumbled apart.
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