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

"Elf skin differences would be good for appearance identification"

Diggrattle forked into a steak of frosted dragon meat and carried it to his mouth.

The richly fleshy steak has a unique sauce that gives it a rich flavor, and only the smell gives it an appetite.

Noi Arvent food coat. Even today, while people were busy, His Majesty the Great Emperor was enjoying lunchtime with patience, without offering.

"Nevertheless, blue and tea and white, the only difference is not the skin. Hands on the contents."

Diggrattle spoke of a subracial, magical civilization-era manufacturing theory. Me and Bell decided to hear from the chief executive about the SS intelligence report the other day.

"White is the lowest kind of livestock. Excellent magic, but it's for use as a magic tank to support magical civilization."

……

"Tea is a junior soldier. Actually, they treated him like a miscellaneous soldier. He was monitoring his head count as a guard and soldier, as well as his livestock, the white elf. If it's goblins or oaks, you can't have delicate security."

Calling Mr. Elf a livestock is frustrating. I don't even know many elves, so it's extra. Her Majesty the Queen or his escort. Vista, who was also an adventurer.... Speaking of which, is she doing well?

"Blue is superior. Compared to other elves, one physical ability is missing a head. Highly educated and able to operate and maneuver machines"

"Oh, you know what?"

Mr. Bell spoke out like he was convinced of something.

"Look, a blue-skinned elf would have attacked inside this previous elf. I was wondering if they would still be using the outside work against the elves, but I figured that out. For blue, white is an inferior species with the same livestock. So..."

"That's why all those atrocities went flat."

A blue-skinned dark elf that slaughtered irresistible residents and even plotted elf extinction. Are you saying that they were made to be so from genes?... damn bad chest.

The Emperor, who has no reason to know my mood, cuts meat with a knife.

"So there was an elf manufacturing device in the ruins we found in the meantime. They are very submissive to humans. Blue and tea, in particular, could handle weapons, so they were used for their occupants. White makes it a weapon of magic."

"You say something rash and outward..."

I think my face was strong with nature. Diggrattle shrugged his shoulder flat, even with my, perhaps stabbing, eyes.

"It's the source of the magic that made me look like an artificially made elf. I don't care how you use it.

"If you look at it as a thing, you certainly will."

"Mr. Bell......"

"If I take it from somewhere, it would be better if you were angry... When it comes to things in the form of elves that were preserved in the ruins... thank you"

Honestly, Mr. Bell himself seemed in trouble not knowing how to take it.

"... you don't feel good, do you?"

Until then, a person who remained silent opened his mouth.

Whoever it is, Kowloon Valley is my junior. I interrupted Diggrattle's lunch today and for some reason he was there.

Jiutouya said, "I know this old man." However, he did not know that he was the Emperor Diggrattle, and he was surprised and had been stunned until now.

"Why are the magical civilized guys, making the elves look like living batteries..."

"I guess I tried to save you the trouble of taking care of him. At least I have the intelligence to follow orders. Feed me and I'll eat myself, and if I tell you to go to sleep, don't go to sleep."

In a digrattle called Pale, Nine Heads Valley held his head.

"That sucks. Magic Civilizer."

"A good hobby can't be said."

Diggrattle also agreed. Both me and Mr. Bell agreed on that. That point is unanimous.

"It's just... to satisfy our own desire for domination, we may have dared to make it as a species close to what people look like"

With a distant eye, Diggrattle said.

"Imagine. Overwhelming majority of humans, lying down on their own. They worship themselves like gods and lay low..."

Exactly the unique point of view of His Majesty the Emperor. Come on. I guess it feels good, that.

Diggrattle lowered his brow if me and Mr. Bell looked at each other and shook their heads negatively.

"All I have to do is use my resources. … what, one or two of the white elves, shall I present"

"What?

"If you look at that, you'll see that you're alive, but you can't call me very human"

Diggrattle seems to be going to say that it's best to see the real thing, but he's more right about it.... I kind of have a feeling it's going to be depressing to see that real white elf.

"Think about it"

I took a seat. Diggrattle looks up.

"What, you should eat too. Let's talk more."

"No, I can hear what you want to hear, so I'm going."

Take your time. - That's what I said, I left the spot. Mr. Bell also continued, and Nine Head Valley followed him "Wait".

"Finally, you called him 'you'."

Mr. Bell turned mean.

"Exactly no longer intend to treat you as Your Majesty the Emperor?

"... I just haven't sorted out my feelings. Honestly, I'm angry."

That's more than that, if we hang out, we're going to accidentally get our hands on it. If you're just a human, then so is that, but the other person is something who looks like a human who might be immortal. If you think about the damage, it's a wasted act, so you have to put up with it.

"Fine, I'm shocked..."

The people in the elves. A separate race called Elves, the exclusive ones, but usually, crying, laughing, angry... alive.

Is it not the livestock age genes that make the elves exclusive - I went through the back of my brain and I put my head on it. I don't even want to think about it, self-loathing.

"Um, seniors..."

Nine head valleys have spoken out in a sense of fear.

"Sorry, me, I didn't know that was the emperor or anything... Bring him here."

"... oh, speaking of which"

I was told the friendly inhabitants brought me here, or Diggrattle. Was that about Nine Head Valley?

"No, well, that wouldn't be anything wrong with you"

I didn't know that in the first place. Assuming you knew and stood up to it, there was no guarantee that you would survive. Diggrattle here hasn't hurt anyone in general.

"Well, annoyingly, I need to talk to you about one thing..."

"... what?

"Honestly, maybe I shouldn't say this at a time like this... I need to talk to you"

Yeah, say it. I urged.

"Senior, I... I want a ship flying in the sky."

Is...?

Truth is, you, what are you suddenly saying...?