Disciple of Immortal

"I'm not counting on your little white magic, and if it's only your business to be cheap and treatable and not to defy anything you say, and you can't even keep your time, you're seriously worthless, you know? You know what I mean, Pomera?

The blue hair was stuck to the pomela in adhesive.

Pomera was letting her mouth pound, but she didn't know what to say, she never uttered a word.

"Don't shut up, say something, huh? What, you don't understand?

I split from side to side, between us.

"I'm sorry, she was late because she was helping herself who was lost in the way. If you're angry about that, I'll apologize from you myself. I just... I can't see how you're yelling right now, so I don't know about that."

"Ka, Mr. Kanata?

Pomera looks at me with a surprised face.

"Oh?"

A blue-haired man looks at me like he stinks.

Then he laughed with his nose and looked back at Pomera.

"Pomera, you, you were even doing that? Mixers are desperate to sell their charm to humans."

"Mixed...?

"What, you didn't know? Well, I see."

The blue-haired man hoisted the end of his mouth and grabbed Pomera's beret.

"Oh, no, please don't! Mr. Roy!"

When Pomera tried to resist, the blue-haired man - Roy, poking at her at the same time as taking her beret.

I quickly turned behind Pomera and stopped myself from falling.

"So, are you okay?

"... what? Didn't you just travel for a moment? Is that a mistake?

After Roy narrowed his eyes and stared at me, he was rubbing his eyelid with the back of his hand.

"Ma... okay. Look, look at those ears. Pomera is a mixture of forest vandalism and human beings."

Pomera was holding her own ears to hide and blued her face.

From between my hands, I see pointy ears.

"Elves... not as long, so you're a half elf"

This is the first time I have seen it, but it has been taught by Renaele as knowledge.

Elves are a long-heared race.

He is magically good as a race and uses the power of the Spirit to keep old and filthy away.

For this reason, elves tend to prefer to live in spirited nature.

Those born and raised in the sky continent that floats in the universe are called high elves, those born on earth and living in the woods are called just elves.

High Elves live to near a thousand years old under the power of the Spirit of the Sky Continent, and Elves who live in the woods behind the earth live to near five hundred years old, they say.

If you were to be a half elf and live in the city, you would have a life expectancy of about two hundred years.

Forest vandalism, I can guess why he called it.

Elves who prefer nature and hate developed cities often collide with humans.

Sometimes it's never uncommon to develop into a kill.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you know, I didn't mean to fool Kanata... Po, Pomera, the... I just wish I could be friends with Kanata..."

There were tears in Pomera's eyes.

... I thought there was something oddly humbling about it, but now I know why.

Pomera, a half elf, probably had no place in the elf settlement, nor in the people.

"What? You get it, right? I can't believe how cluttered I am with forest vandalism. I'm just trying to be one of them. How sweet of me, right?

Roy sticks his face out at me.

Step by step, I got angry with Roy's words.

I put my hand on my forehead and tell myself.

"If you know what I mean, stay back. Don't come poking around at me like you don't know the world."

"... ok. It doesn't seem to make sense to say anything to you, so I'll stop this any longer."

I'm not familiar with the conflict between elves and humans, so I don't know how people here are conscious or thinking.

Besides, in previous interactions, I don't see Roy as the person to be this way in the discussion.

"Mr. Pomera, will you throw a party with me? I'm in trouble because I'm not sure yet, and I can't seem to get a decent request on my own."

I asked Pomera to shake my hand and reached out.

"Uh...? Is that okay? Pomera, it's a half elf... and can I help you Kanata..."

Roy stares at me with a frustrated face.

"Oh, hey, don't be too unsolicited. If we don't have that cheap, serviceable slave this way, it's a big loss!

"It will be up to Mr. Pomera to decide what to do, not at your convenience"

Pomera was confused, but eventually took my hand, as she had decided to.

You're unfamiliar with shaking hands, your hands were shaking.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Canata! Phew, I'm a bummer, but that, Po, Pomera, I'll do my best!

Roy grabbed my shoulder when I tried to take Pomera to the reception.

Keep your face close, dive in your voice and come talk to me.

"Let's stop shaking the good guys, hey, do it with Kanata. I know, I was kind enough to think I could do magic because it's a mix of forest havoc too, but the levels are low, the guidelines are bad, and I'm not going to use them for anything. I don't defy anything, so bring it for stress relief and chores, but it doesn't work the way you expect it to. Let's get back to him..."

I gently pulled myself together and shook Roy off.

Momentum caused Roy to fall to the floor.

"Poor guy..."

I zeroed into Roy and headed to the reception with Pomera.

Along the way, Pomera stopped and looked back at her behind.

"I don't think you have to worry about him."

"Yes, no, the... Something's wrong with Mr. Roy..."

I looked back at Roy, too.

"Yes, it hurts! I need your help, Holly! They did it! They took my shoulder off!

Roy was crawling on the floor, peeling his eyes off, drooling of covetousness, crying to another party member woman.

Chi, I might have misapplied the force.

Then, with the same feeling as when I was on Earth, I used my strength to shake it off.

I was just going to put a little effort into this, but this level difference issue is unexpectedly troublesome.