I was told I'd lead you to the chief, but no one's here.
Could it be...... after all, you can't fit the length into a human or something like that?
"Not at all."
After looking at me in panic, Mr. Sigre glances at the woman gently, feeling like he's going to do it.
"I'm not impressed with mischief."
"... Huh"
I wonder what that means?
Wondering, a woman moves to the back of the room and looks back.
Sit in a chair that seems to be long as it is.
"I, Elfin… am the head of the Undead"
"What!?
Was this man the chief?
Sometimes I thought maybe...
The chief had decided that there was no way to get to his feet immediately, and possibly, ruled out the possibility.
Um, you shouldn't.
The assumption narrows my vision.
That's what I thought and reflected on.
"And this child is my daughter Finia"
"Okay, hey, nice to meet you!?
I was chewing.
Not only is he afraid of people, but maybe he's a kid who doesn't like to stand in public.
"Totally...... sending meaningless glances just to me, so I wondered what I would do. Were you trying to see the reaction by hiding that you were long?
"Sigre rode too, so it's the same crime. Most of all, I don't feel guilty about people."
I see a strong animosity toward people from the ends of the word.
Thanks to Mr Sigre, we have managed to have a dialogue...
If it had been just us, we would have ended up just being attacked.
In that regard, I thank Mr Sigre.
"So..."
Mr. Elfin stares at this one, then sees Mr. Sigre.
"What does it mean for a human to be the representative of a race? You want to tell me more about it?
"Oh, of course you do. Actually..."
That we came to the North Continent in search of healing power.
So, Mr. Sigre and the others, after meeting the werewolves, they were allowed to admit it.
Being elected as a representative of the race as it is.
Ms. Sigre carefully explained those events in turn.
Having listened, Mr. Elfin does his hand around the temples, feeling like he has a headache because he's been told a joke.
Then a deep sigh.
"… for one thing, I understand the circumstances"
"Really? Then..."
"But! You can never admit it, such as making a foolish human representative of the race!
"Why?
"That's unheard of! There's no way you can admit it."
Pisces and says Mr. Elfin in the absence of an island to attach.
Mr. Sigre said he would do something about it... but will he manage this?
Whatever you say, I feel like it's useless.
"But you had the rule that you could choose to represent the race, didn't you? And there's no rule that you shouldn't choose people for surrogacy, is there?
"That's right... we won't even have to discuss that"
"Maybe, but it doesn't mean it's against clear rules, so don't you think there's a problem? If you really can't, you should describe it from the beginning. Haven't you ever had the heart to tolerate the fact that there's nothing you can do without it?
"It's rational, it's too forceful."
"Hey, humans aren't the only ones in the race. The other side is our Sakura. Then you wouldn't have a problem with that, would you?
"... Are you insane to turn your pretty grandchildren into human counterparts?
"That means you trusted this man."
"Hmm..."
In the words of Mr Sigre, on the face as Mr Elfin thinks.
Could it work like this?
"... Race is not about sacred rituals. If Sigre admits… no, but humans…"
Mr. Elfin looked lost in judgment and was spilling his own words.
If there's another element that pushes my back, or it might convince me...
Unfortunately, I just met Mr. Elfin, so I don't know any information that would push her back.
"Elfin or"
It feels like I'll take care of it, and Mr. Sigre goes next to Mr. Elfin.
"Because of this, why don't you take advantage of this race?
"Using?"
"If you deal with a pair of humans and Sakura, you take Phinea..."
"... Hmm"
Keep it up, the two of you start a secret conversation in a whisper.
I don't know what you're talking about...
I'm concerned about the word 'use' that I first heard.
I hope you're not up to something bad.
Sometimes Mr. Sigre has an atmosphere where he seems to think bad things.
"... ok"
Keeping the two of us in secret, five minutes.
When Mr. Sigre leaves softly, Mr. Elfin looks at this one.
"Humans, what's your name?
"It's Rain Shroud."
"Okay, Rain. Let's recognize you as a special representative of the Werewolves."
"Is it true!?
"Except!"
Mr. Elfin's thin fingers point to Chiffon and Canade.
"Your people and your cat spirits… take them hostages"
"Become!?
"Just because Sigre trusted us doesn't mean we trust him either. Basically, humans are enemies. If you still want me to believe..."
"Instead, you want me to take you two hostages...?
"That's the thing. If you seem to be thinking foolishly, I will not guarantee the lives of the hostages. Without that much assurance, we won't be able to admit humans into racing or anything else."
"I say no."
I really have to accept...
But when I realized it, I was saying those words.
Everybody gives it a little bit.
Both Mr. Elfin and Mr. Sigre, eh? Surprised at the feeling.
"I understand what Mr. Elfin is saying. You can't trust humans naturally, and I think it's natural to insure them for that."
"Then..."
"But Canade and Chiffon are my people. I would never imitate selling my people for that, even though it's to get them to trust me"
……
Mr. Elfin was surprised to see his eyes round.
He never thought he'd be able to bump a response like this.
"Kuck."
Mr. Sigre laughs with pleasure.
"I can't believe you said that... no. Rayne is more interesting than I thought."
"… indeed, you seem a little different from the person you tell"
By declining to offer the hostages, things progressed in another direction, again a little.
That doesn't feel bad, slightly, but I feel that Mr. Elfin's atmosphere is soothing.
"But there's no convenient story to just ask for without giving anything away. If you don't offer hostages, I won't allow Rain, a human, to compete in the race. It won't give us a chance to change our perceptions."
"Still..."
I don't want to imitate selling my people.
When I try to say that, Pong and I get slapped in the shoulders.
When I saw it, Canade and Chiffon each had their hands on my shoulder.
"Nyah, thanks, Rain. You're worried about me, aren't you? I'm so happy."
"But we'll be fine. Never mind, you can give it to the hostages."
You two say that, but I'm still not convinced.
Like relieving such a stubborn heart, says Canade.
"Hostages for when something happens, that's all. Rayne, what are you gonna do?
"I would never do that"
"Then there's no problem, is there? I trust Rayne, so I want Rayne to trust me, too."
"Yeah, well, Mr. Canade's right. Trust us. Send him in as a hostage."
"That... isn't the word strange"
I laugh when I stick around.
But the thought of absolute rejection was gone.
I still have a sense of resistance...
But you two are telling me so much.
And yet, if I make a rejection, that's what I don't trust.
"... ok. I accept that condition."
"That's a wise decision."
"It's harmful to both of us..."
"I wouldn't do that if you hadn't planned something stupid. Because we're not like humans."
"Okay. I trust you."
Thus... in consideration of Canade and Chiffon being held hostage, I was allowed to compete in the race.
Not only for Illis, but also for Canade and Chiffon, let's be firm and honest and try to get people to trust us.