"Dear Archet, I am a guest. What will you do?
"Guests? That's unusual. Who is it?
"I am a single person with a sister who seems to be a high elf"
"Oh...... if it is Master Illis and Master Thysse, is the other one Master Richt? Let him through."
"Yes, sir."
Sisters and humans in high elves - this information alone makes it easy to anticipate guests.
There was only one person in Archet's head who applied to that condition.
Fortunately, I've just finished my job and I can afford to be greeted.
I didn't expect you to come all the way from the three of us, it doesn't seem like it's just a matter of business.
Alche would naturally be obliged to listen.
(But I can't believe it's so abrupt. Has something terrible happened...)
Though I will try to anticipate the requirements of the three of us once and for all, I have no idea where.
I also remember that the reputation of the elves who are sending them to Distopia was pretty good.
It doesn't look like we made a mistake, but we still couldn't get rid of the anxiety.
"... Dear Archet, are you sure you're okay? Guests are somewhat concerned about their surroundings, which doesn't mean they're suspicious... a little"
"Huff, you don't have to worry. Not a bad person - I don't know if it's okay to say..."
……
That said, one squire leaves the room to call the three.
Archet has yet to tell the other elves about the Demon King's Army.
The reason is not to cause extra confusion, but over time, I completely lost sight of the time to say it.
The strong should obey - the idea will surely be understood.
But.
Some of the elves may be frightened by the Demon King.
Should I tell them or not - in Archet, this problem has been unresolved for a long time.
"Dear Archet, is there a problem? If it's dangerous, I can push it back."
"No, because that's not what I'm saying"
Archet's displayed look of stray unintentionally fuels the anxiety of his squire.
Loyalty, inscribed even in genes, does not miss even the slightest change in the expression of the Lord.
As for Archet himself, there was also the problem of not being able to relax in the space where he was with his squire, but it was also not such that it could be easily cured.
"… Now, I would like to invite a guest. Please wait a few minutes."
"Thank you very much."
reluctantly convinced.
The squire leaves the room to perform his duties.
I have taught them over and over from day to day, so they shouldn't suddenly turn their hands on the Guest.
Cockroaches - and I heard a noise from somewhere that would ring my neck, but I want to believe it doesn't belong to my squire.