The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start over.

"So, Your Majesty the Emperor. May I ask why you came all the way to see me?

I asked the Great Emperor face to face.

Look for the Strayala and transfer. To gather information on where the place is, we must have searched the nearby field and reached Noi Arvent. But if you just wanted to explore it, you shouldn't have bothered to come and see me, the lord, just like that.

"Why did you do something to reveal who you are..."

"For a long time, I wanted to meet with Jin Amiwool's apprentice."

Diggrattle narrowed his eyes.

"To be honest, I also missed Jin Amiwool. It was definitely that heroic magician who flirted with the Great Empire and pushed it to the brink of defeat.... he lost his life, unfortunately nothing more"

……

From the Emperor, the enemy, was I appreciated that much? Instead, I was wondering if they thought the Great Empire was gone and clean because Amiwool's departure breathed back.

"It happened to be your territory that I came here, so I showed my face."

"Do you happen to be? He's bold."

I honestly thought so.

"Single aboard enemy land. Didn't you think they'd catch you here, or kill you?

"If you can kill the rest, you can.... if I could kill you."

Diggrattle that doesn't break your spare attitude at all. Emperor's vessel? No, you still have the firm ability to be immortal?

"For the most part, I can cut through. Even before I became emperor, I was walking through the training grounds."

That's what you were. I've seen SS Intelligence's investigative reports before, but he's a burly militant, a man who went through the border of life and death many times, and was only feared immortal at any given time.

"I thought Jin Amiwool was one of a kind."

Pottori and Diggrattle muttered.

"It's a shame. And I sincerely think. I'm glad you're dead."

... In fact, he's not dead. I'm right in front of you.

Anyway, I couldn't help but say that.

"Do you have a desire to die?

"Let me tell you something. The rest won't die. You can't die. It's a kind of curse."

"Really?"

"Want to give it a try?

"Sooner or later"

I answered. Not now, but when the time comes, I'll have your life.

"Looking forward to it"

Diggrattle peeks into the cup.

"Do you have any other tea? If there's another brand, I'd like to have it."

"Let me get it ready."

When I signaled, the SS maid pulled out.

"Do you have any preferences?

"There is, but if possible, something that the rest of us haven't experienced"

"I see...... how about some elf tea or something? It's a rare item that doesn't go into the market."

I meant casually, but I wouldn't miss a crease stopping between Diggrattle's eyebrows.... Yes, this man, you were a human supremacist. It discriminates against other races - a man who approved a plan to create a magic radar using a brain such as a dark elf.

Even humans are those who admitted to experiments that use them as slaves and resources, other than their own people, and multiply them with other creatures.

The man who is thus relaxing and drinking tea has naturally done what he would otherwise have done had he been swallowed up by fierce hatred and killing intentions. Above all, how many human beings have been hurt and lost their lives as a result of his advancing continental invasion......

"... it's Jin Tokitumo. Do you know how the Elves and the others were born?

"No."

It was an unexpected statement. But I'm interested.

"Do you know His Majesty the Emperor?

"Uhm. I'll teach you."

Diggrattle broke up with each other.

"What we call civilizations in this world, they were created by man. The subhumans and the beasts have now made their own cultures and histories, but if we follow the great yuan, it is all made by man"

"Made, is it"

What a scumbag. No, religion, I guess. An arrogant religion made of human supremacy?

"They are artifacts created during the time of ancient magical civilization. Elves, dwarves, goblins and oaks. More clearly, it was created as livestock, entertainment and slavery for magical civilizations"

……

What a tranquil story.... but at the same time, I think I see why the Great Empire discriminates against sub-races and non-human races.

I have previously spoken with Mr Daska about the possibility that the Fae were born after the time of the magical civilization, but it seems that the story of Digratl provides one answer to that.

Verification will be required for authenticity. At least I understood when it came to Diggrattle hating the Fae, or watching them down there.

So I dared to order a luxury tea of elves when I called SS Maid. Diggrattle distorted his mouth in a meaningful way.

"Do you drink elf piss?

"This is something different."

That's just what I'm getting at for what I'm saying. It is an insult to the elves. What a grace to the natural blessings made by the elves.

"Even you would take milk and cheese, wouldn't you?

I gave back a mean grin.

"At least their body fluids aren't used in the tea leaves that elves grow."

"... I see. That was a bad analogy for me, too. Forgive me."

Surprisingly, Diggrattle apologized.

"You mean the ingredients raised by the slaves? Come on, give me that elf tea too."

"... do you drink piss?

"You're mean."

A bitter Diggrattle. Call the elves slaves. I added an order while hiding my anger at His Majesty the Emperor, who publicly proclaims insults to them.

"The food in this town of Noi Arvent is fantastic."

Diggrattle said that.

"I've experienced food coats and stuff, but it's enough to make me want to go through for a while"

"You seem to like it. Above all."

I didn't make it to entertain the emperor. But I wonder if it's sad, something that doesn't make me feel any worse than I imagined when praised by the type I hate.... Nevertheless, every day, I would ask you to spare me the coming of the emperor of an enemy country.

"Soon, the Western armies of our empire will attack this country"

"I know you."

"Don't you have anything to say to me?

"Well, what is it?

Please, don't attack this country? Or stop the war?... I don't think I can handle that.

In the first place, unless he's here to offer to surrender, there's no reason to stop the war. I just preached the tragedy of war to the man that I've been talking to insanely, and he'll remember Buddha in the horse's ear.

Instead, I think we should be cautious about words that can also be taken here as weak hips.

"Are you already ready,"

"If it's a surrender recommendation, shouldn't we tell King Velilardo?

It's a matter I can't help telling the Marquis of the region. Oh, or is this an abbreviation? Tried to turn me around.

"Hmm, I have one suggestion"

So Diggrattle's eyes lit up.