Born as a royal family of elves, Mertella was born with an excellent magical talent, enough to be a user who would not allow the other elves to follow her already at an early age.

Such is her desire to prove her power in the wider world, pushing off the opposition around her and leaving Cedria.

And he did all sorts of good deeds everywhere, and he only became a hero when.

Eventually, when the Demon King emerges who will lead the world to ruin, she will finally succeed in the Demon King crusade while helping the Brave with all its powerful magic.

The elves greatly honored her for her triumph to Cedria, but somehow she caged herself in the tower she had created.

Later, it turns out that a brave man lost his life during the battle against the Demon King.

I'm sure she felt responsible for it.

Then I never came out of that tower.

It is a long-lived elf, so it is possible that she is still alive... but the idea that she would have probably harmed herself in the tower prevailed and was now mourned as her grave.

"And to respond to the thoughts of Mertella, we have abandoned our previous exclusive nature and become active in interacting with the opposite race."

Phyllia closed her old story with a strange stare at the tower, which stood taller than the trees around her.

The other elves are snorting.

Meanwhile, after listening to them, Lion

(No, I have no idea what you're asking! Who is it, that Mertella!?

Not at all, I didn't remember myself.

I didn't have any company in Lion in my previous life.

He fought alone and defeated the Demon King by himself.

Of course I didn't have to fight anyone along the way, but they were all temporary.

(Maybe one of them or something? But not as good as being one of us. Above all, I'm definitely the only one who fought the Demon King)

Try to trace your memory, but there are no verses that come to mind.

Or did the elves conveniently alter history?

Such a kind is by no means uncommon.

It is common for victorious nations, for example, to fabricate the vices of defeated nations in order to justify their victories.

"Lord Lion? Hey, what's up?

"Hey, it's nothing. More than that, what about here?

What Lyon was brought in was a vast mansion in the heart of the city.

No, I might as well say palace rather than mansion.

(Uh, sure...)

Before Lion remembered, Phyllia answered.

"This is the palace. I would love to thank you. Please stop by."

It was a palace inhabited by the royal family of elves.

The base of the Knights to which she belongs is also said to be in this painting.

But I thought I'd be taken to the Knights headquarters, and for some reason, Lyon had been led to the room behind the palace.

"Wait here for a moment. I'll talk to my brother (...) up there (...) soon."

That's what Filia says and leaves.

After being waited for a while, he was called by another elf and now passed to the Great Hall.

Unlike luxury and beauty, it is an elegant and refined space with an elf-like quality and rigidity.

One elf sat on the chair provided in the deepest part of it.

Not only is he an elf-like and righteous face, but he is a young man who feels the elegance and nobility of seeping from within.

Right next door was also the figure of Phyllia.

A young man opens his mouth.

"I am Luberia, king of elves. Though he is now the Duke who reigns here in Cedria. Also known as the Duke King."

"King of Elves?

I didn't expect you to suddenly look at the king.

"My sister told me the story. In addition to Trent and Elder Trent, they even showed up to the Forest Dragon. If you hadn't come to the rescue, there's a good chance the dead would have come out. I sincerely thank you for helping my sister and her compatriots."

Besides, apparently, Phyllia and I have a sibling relationship.

That means she was royal to the elves.

"I would have liked you to have said that first..."

I would have said no if I had known beforehand.

For Lion, nobility and royalty were the ones he didn't really want to get involved with.

For in previous life it was not uncommon for those in power to try to exploit the power of the brave.

"Hmm? Speaking of which, didn't I say"

Not knowing the inside of such a lion, Phyllia laughs softly, "I'm sorry."

But soon he looked serious.

"Regardless, I am not interested in using your powers. Like I said, I just wanted to thank you."

She doesn't know anything about Lion's previous life.

Still, there seems to have been some observation.

In fact, there will be many powerful people who see it as easy to give, such as boys who are not yet out of the public, and think about drawing them into their allies.

"I guarantee that, too. For the pride of the elves. In the first place, we elves are a species lacking in such secular greed. And I'm happy with my life."

Luberia tells you to be careful.

I certainly couldn't even imagine Lion, such as a greedy elf.

Then Luberia has said she wants to give me some kind of reward for helping the Knights.

I'm planning on getting the Knights to buy all the Trent material I've got, and Lion told me that's enough.

"That's a thank you from my sister, isn't it? I'd love to thank you for something, too. Anything you want?

"... then"

Lion was remembering about the tower earlier.

"I want you to let me into that tower."