“What do you an, the elf is gone? What are you talking about?”
In the city of Noktar...
Each city had trading companies that controlled its comrce, and in Noktar, the Desert Rose Trading Company held the most influence.
From inside the Desert Rose headquarters, a voice full of shock and frustration echoed beyond the building.
Ropermang, who had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of the elf, had received nothing but terrible news instead.
His secretary gave the report.
“A report from an adventurer says that they found the bodies of the rcenaries on the road to the forest.”
“W-what? All the rcenaries were killed? Was it a monster attack?”
“No, sir. The bodies all had small stab wounds, and the prison bars where the elf was kept were cleanly cut. It appears to have been the work of trained assassins.”
“Assassins...!”
Ropermang could hardly believe it.
His entire rcenary band wiped out, the elf stolen—he had no idea who would dare commit such an atrocity.
Was it other elves? Or enemies of the trading company?
He couldn’t say for certain.
When you’re involved in a lucrative business, enemies tend to accumulate, along with a small bonus of grudges.
With no witnesses, tracking them down was impossible.
“My prized slave... my collection...”
Ropermang collapsed into his chair in despair. The chair creaked under his weight, groaning as if it shared in his pain.
How much money had he spent on capturing the elf? Recruiting rcenaries and providing their accommodations alone had cost him over 200 gold. All that money was now gone.
And he had already bragged to everyone about capturing an elf. He had even made promises to nobles, showing off his upcoming prize. What was he supposed to tell them now?
Sitting there like he had lost the entire world, Ropermang suddenly jolted up.
“W-wait, is there any chance that another elf has co to the city?”
“Would an elf ever co to a filthy city like this? If one did, rumors would have spread long ago.”
“Well, you never know! Maybe that elf ca here for so reason. L-look into it for .”
“Understood.”
The secretary answered promptly, though he sighed inwardly.
What are the chances of an elf being in this city?
He could just take his ti, co back later, and say he found nothing.
Early morning.
The Duke of Night’s tavern didn’t open until sunset, so during the day, it was a place for peace and quiet.
In the mornings, when the tavern wasn’t open for business, Victor would brew coffee and make breakfast for everyone.
Of course, it was free of charge. Considering how much I spent on drinks last night, a free breakfast was the least I deserved.
I was enjoying a leisurely brunch with a cup of coffee when the kids, who had endless energy, finished their als in a flash. They were already dressed and ready to go out for the day.
They were so full of energy that the sound of their eager feet stomping on the floor echoed like the engine of a tractor.
“We’re heading out now!” they announced.
“Be careful. This is a dangerous town. Oh, and if you find any girls who want to beco slaves, feel free to bring them along,” I said with a grin.
“Who would want that? Even if we found soone, we wouldn’t bring them!” one of the girls shot back.
“If she’s cute, I’ll buy Matthew that sword he’s been wanting,” I teased.
“There might be one!” Matthew piped up.
With that, Matthew and the girls left the tavern. He was already on his way to becoming the protagonist of his own harem. That kid owes big ti.
Once the children were gone, the tavern returned to a peaceful quiet. Morning coffee in a cozy atmosphere—this was the life.
“How long are you planning to stay here?” Victor asked, polishing a glass.
“Master, are you trying to kick out after all I’ve done for you?”
“No, no, of course not. You saved Emily’s life. I just thought you didn’t seem like the type to stay in one place for long without a purpose.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be staying for a while.”
Noktar was where I planned to start freeing Arpia. Although I had twisted the story a bit from the original, the major events wouldn’t change overnight.
I had to stay until then.
Just as I was about to take another sip of coffee, the air in the tavern was suddenly filled with the scent of the forest. The aroma was so strong that it almost made feel like I was standing in the middle of the woods.
Tap, tap, tap.
Footsteps ca rapidly up the stairs. Victor and I both turned to see Arpia erging from the staircase, her head appearing first.
“Ah!”
Our eyes t, and Arpia’s green eyes widened in surprise. I smiled warmly at her.
“Good morning, Arpia. Did you sleep well? I was worried when you passed out last night from drinking.”
“D-don’t make laugh! How are you still so fine after drinking so much? You cheated, didn’t you? No one could drink that much and still be fine!”
She had a point.
If I hadn’t used my trick, I’d have been foaming at the mouth and passed out by now.
“I told you, didn’t I? It’s not a bet if the outco is obvious. I did warn you, didn’t I?”
So what?
I warned you. You’re the one who chose to dive in.
“Arpia, you really should reflect on your actions. You’re lucky it was . If it had been soone else, you’d be in big trouble. I didn’t wager anything, and I still won. Aren’t I such a kind master?”
“You... you...!”
Arpia’s face flushed with anger as I sipped my coffee, savoring her reaction.
“I-I refuse to accept this!”
Suddenly, she bolted for the door, clearly intending to escape.
‘Oh no, you don’t.’
If she ran off now, she’d draw attention. I couldn’t afford to let people realize I was the one who had stolen Ropermang’s elf.
I pulled on the soul shackles.
Clink.
“Ugh!”
Arpia froze in place, her body seizing up. She gritted her teeth and struggled, but it was no use.
You’re not Mirabel—you’re not getting away that easily.
“Let’s not waste energy this early in the morning. Co, have so breakfast.”
After a few more futile attempts, Arpia finally realized she couldn’t escape. With a defeated sigh, she trudged over and sat next to . Her lifeless gaze fell to the table.
Victor placed a plate in front of her—a simple breakfast of bread and a soft-fried egg. Despite her gloomy expression, Arpia still managed to complain.
“I don’t eat eggs...”
“Elven lady, I’m sixty years old this year. Shouldn’t you be a bit more respectful?”
“I’m older than you.”
“...Karamir, your slave is speaking rudely. Don’t you think you should teach her a lesson?”
“I welco slaves with strong personalities.”
Victor gave a betrayed look.
What? I’m always on my slaves’ side.
“Can you remove the egg? More vegetables, please.”
“...Understood.”
With a sigh, Victor went to prepare a new al for Arpia, who had already begun munching on the bread.
I rested my chin on my hand and watched her eat in silence. She didn’t bother to look at , focusing entirely on her food.
“What are you staring at?” she asked, still chewing.
“You’re beautiful. Even when eating, you look like a work of art.”
“Spare your flattery.”
“No, I an it. And last night, you admitted it yourself—you said you were really pretty.”
At that, Arpia whipped her head around, her braid flying like a whip.
“I-I said that?”
“Of course. You even cupped your hands under your chin and tried to act cute.”
It was half a lie, but she had no way of knowing that. Just one more push would make it perfect.
“You also said, ‘I’m so happy to be your slave, master,’ and clung to . Don’t tell I was the only one who was being sincere?”
“I don’t rember that! I would never say such a thing! See, I knew you were lying!”
“Such a sha.”
Well, that didn’t work.
But no worries, I could always raise her favorability gradually.
“Could you pass so water?” I asked.
“You have hands, don’t you? Get it yourself.”
“....”
Wow. For a second, it felt like the world was crumbling.
No matter how you look at it, telling your master to get their own water is pretty bold. I let out a deep, heavy sigh.
“Ah, Mirabel would always happily fetch water when I asked.”
“Mirabel? Who’s that?”
“She’s soone special. The cutest little witch in the world, who’d make ice when it was hot, water when I was thirsty, and hold close when it was cold.”
“Well, why don’t you ask her to do it then? Where is she?”
“I sent her back to her mother. I’m sure she’s living happily up there, in a better place.”
Arpia’s gaze turned icy, but I didn’t care. What mattered more was my thirst.
“Oh, how I miss Mirabel... She would’ve brought water...”
“Why are you acting like this?”
“Waaater. Waaaateeeer.”
“Fine! I’ll get you water! Just stop whining!”
Unable to resist my exaggerated sulking, Arpia filled a cup and handed it to .
“Here. Happy now?”
“This is so plain. Don’t you have any magical water? I’ve heard that water summoned by spirits is supposed to be incredibly refreshing.”
“You’ve got to be kidding . Do you think water spirits are just living wells? And... even if I wanted to, I couldn’t summon one. I can’t use spirits,” she muttered, her voice filled with uncertainty.
For an elf, being able to handle a bow and commune with spirits was as basic as breathing.
But Arpia couldn’t do either. It wasn’t that she lacked spirits to commune with.
‘The problem is that they’re too deeply intertwined with her.’
Normally, a spirit would choose an elf it liked and bestow its powers upon them. But Arpia was different.
From birth, spirits had entered her body, becoming a part of her physical being.
These spirits clashed with one another inside her, and Arpia had to bear all the pain that resulted.
Drinking alcohol made the spirits drunk as well, dulling the pain. That’s why Arpia had beco an alcoholic, spending most of her days in a state of intoxication.
She couldn’t handle spirits. She couldn’t handle a bow. A useless elf.
She was ostracized, friendless, and banished to the outskirts of the great forest. All she did was spend her days drunk and stumbling around.
Truly, a character with a tragic backstory.
Not a beautiful, capable older sister but a shut-in loser next door. That’s Arpia.
Still, hearing all this gave a good idea of what needed to be fixed.
“Are you finished eating? Let’s go.”
“Huh? Why?”
“There’s sowhere we need to be.”
It’s ti to turn this useless elf into soone who can function.
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