A place in the Orlenpiegne Tree Sea.
There were many houses with living trees and buildings similar to the tents.
In that one painting, there were several men and women with silver hair with blue and white skin in the tent.
The other characteristic is the pointy ear.
"Right. Has a messenger of the demonic kingdom come to the village of the lions?"
"Ha, speaking of the Spirit, the chief himself says that a duel took place in the name of the Messenger of the Devil's Kingdom and the Code of the Beast King"
"What about winning or losing?
"They say the apostle of the demonic kingdom has won. The Lions are now subordinated to the Devil's kingdom."
"Oh, my God, Nemear is quite powerful in this tree sea as well. How the hell did you win?
"That's what the Spirit only says: 'We won an interesting way'"
"What, is that?
"It is only a matter of time before the Horn and the Messenger of the Devil Nation all come to this' Inside the Black Forest ', the territory of our Dark Elves."
"By then, we must decide. either subordinate or resistant."
"What do you think, chief?"
One person in the dark elf speaks to the one sitting in the deepest seat.
The appearance age can only be seen in the forties or so, but the dark elves are a long-lived species, so age cannot be discerned by appearance alone.
It grows a rich jawbeard and has sharp eyes like an eagle. In addition to wrinkles on his face, he has a one-letter lateral wound on his right cheek.
I tie my ash-mixed silver hair in one behind me.
He is dressed in dark elf ethnic costumes and weaves his jacket.
"... there is no subordination to the demonic kingdom."
Those who were called chiefs accumulate a little before expressing their opinions.
Upon hearing that opinion, the reactions of those gathered in the tent were divided in two ways.
Those who rejoice and are discouraged by that opinion. It is the latter that is more numerous.
"But chief. If the messenger continues to go to another tribe, and all other tribes are subordinated, my tribe will be isolated."
"If that happens, we have to perish."
Those who disagree with the chief express their opinions.
The chief hears it in silence and says quietly.
"We are the Elder Dark High Elves that exist from the formation of this world. Maybe which one should perish. It will only be then."
The chief says if it is to perish, there is no choice.
When he heard it, he cried out only that those gathered in the tent were unacceptable, but the chief did not listen.
Eventually, the meeting was over and out of the tent.
Except for three chiefs, assistant chiefs, and advisors.
And an assistant chief speaks to the chief.
"Chieftain"
"We're the only ones here anymore. It's as good as usual."
"Okay, Volforet"
"What. My friend Nigel."
"Why not subordinate? You know that subordination brings benefits."
"Right."
"If so, why?
Volforet didn't say anything.
The advisor, who knows the mood of such a volfoulet, answers instead.
"Taste it, my lord."
"Chornui"
"Bolfore, if you say what you want to say, you don't know. Thousands of years before Volfore became chief, the LORD will know that he went out of the sea of trees offering a noodle."
"Hmm. I'm asking you to deepen your vision."
"That's when I crossed over to the other continent, and that's when I met an interesting person."
"To humans?
Nigel's face had a face wondering if there was such a man.
"You're wonderful, they've decided to serve."
"Wait, at that time, I'm asking you to tell me that it was a time of constant skirmishes between different races because the Demons fought war on other races. You've been able to serve those times well."
"Magically change your appearance. He seemed to have noticed a change in Nan La, but he put it to good use."
"Was he enough to serve?"
"Uhm. There will be a sword hanging behind the Volforet"
Nigel sees the sword adorned behind the Volforet.
It was a fairly curved sword.
Since it is delivered to the sheath, I don't know if it is a single blade or a different blade. All the patterns, sheaths and violins were brilliantly made.
While emphasizing practicality, it is also properly decorated.
Not fancy, but still beautiful, I could say.
"That sword will be the sword that Volfore always puts beside"
"The sword is a gift given to Borforet by his servant."
"Ho, such brilliant workmanship. Come on, you must have used good stuff."
"It's not an alloy made from a mixture of Divine Vajra, Divine Steel, and Magic Silver."
"... ha ⁉"
"I don't know, it's an alloy. I forgot his name, but he gave his ten featured ministers the weaponry they made out of that alloy."
"And I can't shine. I'm telling you, none of these are fancy minerals."
"I'm a generous master. He gave me a spear of magical silver."
"So you're saying that Volfore is still pledging allegiance to that person?
"Not like that."
"... you don't mind laughing. He's already dead."
Volforet grins as if to mock himself.
"My friend. Was he a man to whom the Lord could pledge so much loyalty?
"Whatever."
Volfore responded instantly and stood up.
"He was the one who wanted to serve even if he was reborn"
That being said, Volforet left the tent.
The remaining Nigel asked Chornui.
"What does that human name say?
"After a thousand years, you can't forget your master's name. First name."
Nigel swallows the saliva.
Because Volforet, a trustworthy friend and respectable chief, became interested in the fact that he fell in love so much.
You said your name was Inota.