Once transferred, Sage, I was reincarnated and became the son of the Demon King. ~ Eh ⁉ The sixteenth place in throne inheritance would be too low ~

After a few days of walking, I saw the destination, "Inside the Black Forest".

Still, the entrance inside is finally visible, but it's a dark elf, so even at this distance, you'll be looking at us.

Well, don't resist, I guess it makes sense to just say you want to talk.

I hear you're an extremist in this tree sea.

I don't think they'll attack a boulder all of a sudden. Maybe.

"We'll be there soon, did you come up with any good ideas? Lewie."

"Uh-huh. Not at all."

Honestly, I can't think of anything.

But if you don't do more than you promised, it's about credibility.

If we succeed in that, the two Dark Elves and the Heavenly One will be subordinated to the Demon kingdom.

I have no hand in not taking advantage of this.

The question is how to convince the other side, but I wonder what's going on.

Walking with that in mind, all of a sudden, Ariane and the others set themselves up.

"What's up?

"Master, apparently we are surrounded"

Well, we've come this far, so isn't that strange?

I also heard the bow squeeze.

Sounds like you should tell us what you came for before you let go of the arrow.

I'm out in front of everyone.

"We are the ones sent by the heavenly people to be messengers of the demonic kingdom. I have the courtesy to speak to your chiefs and ask to see them. Please, as you can see."

I said it and a few answers arrived.

"What can I do for you, Demon Nation?

"As I said earlier, I am here to preach the words of the chief of the celestial tribe. I told your chief directly about the content, so please don't talk about it here."

"... often, wait"

That's what they said, and we decided to wait.

A little, Dark Elf Tribe guy? Someone appeared before us.

Why is it doubtful, silver hair is still good in my pointy ears, but blue and white skin is because it doesn't really link to the dark elves I remember in my previous life.

With that being said, I feel like Volforet's skin was as blue and white as this.

"What's wrong?

"No, it's nothing"

Suddenly, I tilted my head, so it seemed strange over there.

Don't. Normal mind. Normal mind.

"Then the chief wants to talk to you."

"Really?"

I wonder why? I think that part of it was highlighted.

Well, go and you'll see.

We were led inside, surrounded by the Dark Elves.

I guess I surrounded him to make sure he didn't run away.

We went inside.

As we enter, the people inside are watching us from afar.

A mixed gaze of curiosity and suspicion.

Being in such a gaze makes me feel like I've been made a spectacle.

"I want you not to be offended. Anyway, this sea of trees has never seen a demon before."

I say I'm sorry that someone showed me how to stand before us.

Well, if I saw something I'd never seen, would it usually be like this?

"Because I don't care"

I'm a little concerned, but you shouldn't be telling the truth here.

"By the way, you're asking about dark elves, but why are they slightly different skin colors than the dark elves I know?

"That's easy. We're Dark Elves, but we're the oldest Dark Elves, Elder Dark High Elves."

Something, it's the same kind of race Volforet said.

No way, is Volforet really the chief who was a subordinate of a previous life?

I don't think there will be such a good story, but I would be glad if it were.

Anyway, we broke up without saying goodbye.

At least I want to know if you're feeling better now.

With that in mind, as we walked inside, we came in front of a tent.

"The chief is waiting for you in this."

"Okay."

That's what I said, entering the tent entrance.

Ariane and the others tried to follow, but the people who came with us blocked it.

"" Become ⁉ ""

"What's this?

"Earlier, as I said, I will have only one Lord Lewie enter the tent"

That's what the person who guided me says.

Oh, so you emphasized.

"Okay."

"" Lewie | (Dear) ⁉ "

'Cause it's okay.

I smile and forgive the amartyas for their absurd voices.

"... please, you're safe"

"Oh."

Tell Arian that, and I'll be in the tent.

Once inside the tent, there were a few people in the tent that weren't that big who seemed to be from the tribe.

Everyone is looking at me as if they were going to identify me.

Behind them was a man sitting.

Because I say chief, I thought you were an older man, but you look like a man in his thirties or forties.

Nevertheless, it is normal for a species called Elves to be older than they seem, so they don't know their age by their appearance alone.

"I'll see you first. My name is Lewie, and I am a messenger of the demonic kingdom."

"Uhm."

I bow my head and give thanks, I raise my face, and I see the faces of those who seem to be chiefs.

Sharp as an eagle. Rich jawbeard. And a wound running from the head of the nose to the right cheek.

Yeah, it's a volleyfore in my memory.

I really, really miss you.