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Talia and I met when I was just a teenager. Back then, as I might have said before, he's a vulgar adventurer.
"... why, to the adventurer?
Not at all. In the first place, I didn't even know my parents' faces. By the time I got my mind on it, it was a much coarser city around here, where kids abandoned by their parents gathered to live with each other.
He just doesn't like that environment and chooses to rely on his arm to fight.
I don't know about adventurers, but they're just runners after all. Walk through the country and get paid to solve the troubles of cities and villages. If I don't have a job, I'll be in a different city again, that's all.
I can't ask a small village to do that in the first place. Even I was so happy when I was a kid.
Well, then I was told, in a small village, to do something about the forest demons. The reward was no big deal, but I took it for one meal at a time.
Then, far more than I thought, a bear would be the target. He was such a pain in the ass as' Warcraft '.
Oh. "Warcraft" is a reinforced version of the demon that was born with a demon stone in his body. It's bigger than normal, it's stronger, and besides, it's hard to do magic.
"The animal version of" Dragongrass, "the target guy?
Hmm? You know a lot about 'dragongrass'. Well, that's the thing.
So, I managed to defeat 'Warcraft' with all my dying power, but in the deep woods I couldn't move a single step. My body is full of slander, and my hands and feet are already bogged down.
I thought I was going to die there.
As soon as I gave up, I remember my heart soaking up on the yak. The bird's voice ringing in the distance was beautiful, and the landscape seemed calm with the wind shaking its leaves.
So, I slowly lost consciousness, and I thought I was dead, but when I woke up, I saw the ceiling of the house I didn't know.
"... that means that Mr. Oyaji was saved by that Talia."
Don't preface... that's what I'm talking about.
─ ─ Hey, your hands are stopping, drink more.
Kibushi, give me a bitter drink.
Sort of. Well, go on, but it was Talia who found me falling down in the back of the woods. The requested village happened to be a neighbor of Elf's lair.
I still dream about when I wake up.
A beautiful voice speaks to me when I'm blurry thinking I'm definitely dead. I thought the goddess had picked me up, but she wasn't.
So, when I opened my horrible eyes, something amazing was peeking into me. Besides, the first voice said, 'Good morning? Alive?' or something.
Hmm? What are you looking at? You? Ah? Nothing?
... Fair enough. I'm sure my late wife is an amazing beauty... nothing.
Well, I was dying, and then I took care of that woman, Talia, on the bed for months.
In the beginning, instead of being able to move one thing, just sleeping hurt and didn't sleep satisfactorily. I've thought many times about losing my body. I think I want to die like this.
But Talia took care of me as a stranger.
He says it's good, but he wipes his body, he talks to me in his spare time, and he doesn't sleep on nights when he's having a fever and he visits me.
The word "devotional" was perfect.
Talk to me, you're a little off, but you're a good kid. He listened to my adventure story with a glitter in his eyes.
That's it. At first, I was surprised how it happened, but by the time I could wake up my body, well, what?
Don't fall in love, but it's impossible.
But at the same time, I was wondering. Talk to Talia and I know that's where the elves are hiding.
I didn't see any other elves.
In conclusion, I was in trouble in hiding.
Demons who were vandalizing the woods were a threat to both elves. And the day I fought that demon, the elves were actually putting out personnel, too.
That was Talia.
Elves seem to be racially bad at aggressive magic. I usually secure a living area because I'm an exorcist in the junction, but it didn't work for the Warcraft.
Besides, Warcraft was born with high magic resistance, and you had bad minutes for an elf who couldn't use aggressive magic.
But there was an exception. Half an elf.
"Please wait. It's bitter, three cups."
Three drinks? Yeah.
... Fine, you can drink too, Kibushi.
Well, you're talking about half an elf. A half-elf is a shorter life span than an elf. If the elf is 300 years, the half is about 150 years.
But because of the mix of human blood, unlike elves, they also become more familiar with aggressive magic. In fact, Talia could have used more or less anything, if it was magic.
The elves are oblivious to the half of it. Savage.
But that's when they had to rely on Half Elf Talia. There were only elves in that hiding place. I didn't have the means to fight.
That said, there's no guarantee even Talia can do something about the Warcraft. Yet he took the crusade. If that's for everyone, what an idiot it felt like.
That's what I'm ready to die for. I swung off my opposing parents until I turned to Warcraft.
So, when I opened the lid, I was down with a warcraft, and I tried to save Talia with my life.
"... come on, aren't you too cool to tame Fren?
Shut up, Kibushi, I'm not paying you.
... That's not why it didn't take long for me and Talia to get to think of each other.
You were weirdly happy when you started saying a few novels to me, breaking it down a little bit and not resting. Feel like you took me personally.
But Talia's mother was against it.
His mother's name was Neune. Neune is a pure elf. I mean, Neune's opponent was human.
Originally, Neune was a type of elf interested in humans. In his youth, he interacted with humans and fell in love with humans. So, I hear Talia was born.
But Talia said she didn't know her father's face or his name.
When I said what happened to the man, I ran away. Knowing that Neune is pregnant, it's light.
"... such, terrible things"
It's terrible, for sure, but I don't know what to do with them. It's good when you're in love, but you suddenly got scared knowing you had a child.
Maybe I couldn't imagine knowing they'd live three hundred years and still be together forever.
"... but he said there was no such betrayal"
... Huh. Right. Even I'd beat him up if he showed up in front of me.
Well, that's why Neune's impression of me sucks.
You don't listen to me properly. It's natural. Thank you for saving my daughter's life, but she told me to stay away from her.
"Not unlike you against a man approaching his daughter."
"Ah, Mr. Kibushi! Things you don't even think about telling me!
... Remember that later.
Well, that's why Neune hated me, but nothing else did.
After I was able to move somewhat freely, I also talked to some elves in the den.
They are, well, the ones you can tell if you talk to them. I wasn't even a shady bully to Talia, I was just avoiding it.
So, when it comes to me, I'm the hero who defeated the Warcraft. He's also a benefactor to both elves, so you didn't have a bad impression.
Even for me, I'm angry that I turned Talia over alone, but that's why I was saved, so I couldn't say much.
Knowing that me and Talia were in love, they didn't say anything in particular.
"... So you're saying that Mr. Noine was the only one who was against Mr. Oyaji and Mr. Talia getting along?
So, not even like me, but I was particularly vulnerable to that noine.
"Why?"
The drugs that healed my wounds were all made by Neune.
To put it this way, you might understand, but Neune is a so-called pharmacist. You said you wanted to know, "Elf's Alcohol," an expert.
I'm also stepping on how I got to know humans, which I'm sure will be around.
... don't look weird. It's not a lie that there's no connection.
"... I mean, ran off?
... Don't be.
Even after me and Talia feel the same way, the nursing continues. After six months, it was close to full speed.
One night I talked to Noine across the street. This is embarrassing, but look at your daughter.
Noine didn't make any concessions to me like that. "I don't do daughters to humans" strain. But I ate all the time, too. Sometimes he was young.
Well, let's make it blue, by the way...
- Oh, yeah! Kibushi! Bring me three more glasses! It's urgent!
"Yeah? Well, I'm good, but yeah."
"Are you all right? If I'm late, I'll be swimming again..."
He said it was okay. Don't worry about it! Hey, just open the glass. You guys.
It is. If I kept talking about it, Talia would have gone to bed first.
Am I that one? I've had enough momentum to propose there. But Noine's guy said he was going to bed, so he cut the story.
But then I didn't miss a word I said Boso.
'If I stay up so late, I'll be sleeping tomorrow,' I said.
That's Noine's... oops, leave the laundry to my wife. Hey, Sosoma, hey-- yeah, that was Neune's message.
The next morning, I woke up earlier than the sun and grabbed Talia. That's a bad word, I ran off with Talia.
I left only a letter for Neune. I left my entire fortune as medical expenses. But I couldn't just give up Talia.
Talia was confused, but at the end of the day, she followed me.
After that, well, no big deal.
I was a lone wolf. I became avant-garde, and Talia, who could do the magic, was attached to the rear guard.
The battle was much more stable than before, and we could work with opponents who were more than capable.
... If I were to raise my faults, it would piss me off if I drank too much and that I could no longer interact with female adventurers in the tavern.
... don't look at me with weird eyes. I'm not playing. Just an exchange of information.
So, I was just getting pretty famous, and I thought...
It's fun to be with you two, but how long are you gonna keep going, huh?
Quick enough to retire, but I decided to stop the adventurer before I was thirty.
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"Then, well, you found this cozy city and you two dreamed of a stable life."
Until then, speaking to rap, Mr. Oyaji stopped his mouth so that he could take a breath there.
He looked like a lot of fun, talking memorabilia. I thought it was rare what kind of talk you had with Talia, what she was like, and such a fun looking Oyaji.
But I know the rest of the story.
From here on out, Mr. Oyaji's story touches the wound.
"... wheezy. Kibushi, just give me another drink."
As he leaned down, Mr. Oyaji told Kibushi, who was sitting next to him from the middle of nowhere.
Kibushi looks a little troubled and then answers like it's hard to say.
"Fren, you've had too much to drink."
"Please, just one more drink, it's good."
The emotions that were put into it came through carefully.
I want to say it, but I don't want to.
I want to spit it out, but I can't help it because it's hard.
I don't often meet customers like that at a bar. Essentially, because the bar is where you come to have fun. Normally, it's a place to laugh.
Not that many people look hard in a bar.
But it's not just fun after all.
There are people who drink to set their minds free and weigh down. Sometimes when you're alone with the bartender, the spiciness comes out.
I always wonder what kind of alcohol to serve to people like that, or if it's bad.
But now I'm stepping in, because that's the place.
"Mr. Kibushi. Excuse me. Can I borrow your counter just a little bit?
"Huh?"
I was asking Mr. Kibushi a very rude favor.
I don't think it's strangely rude for you to come to the store and let me make a liquor that you don't have in the store, because you were beaten up and banned from leaving.
I asked for it when I was ready.
Mr. Kibushi had tried to face him at first, but he immediately turned that look into a laugh.
"... hehe. I don't mind. It's not open anymore."
Say it, Mr. Kibushi looks out for Mr. Sosoma, who was washing at the counter.
Mr. Sosoma nodded at me again without one disgusting face.
"Never mind. Yes, I would have liked to have seen it."
While I was saved a little by her smile, I finally shifted my eyes to Mr. Oyaji.
"... Kid?
"Can't it be my cocktail?
I inquired about Mr. Oyaji's questionable gaze.
Somewhat silent.
Mr. Oyaji, with an ambiguous grin, said.
"Please."
"Yes, sir."
I bow deeply and step into the counter.