The house was surprisingly simple and elegant. Not surprisingly the view of the village was also a quiet atmosphere...... I don't know.
"It was quiet......"
Yes, it's too quiet. Quiet enough not to think people are living. The whole village, huh? Neither does this high elf who invited me feel as alive as I suspect he really lives here. I can hear clothes rubbing every time I walk, but it's dilute to signs. I feel a little away from people. It sounds good when it comes to mystery, but it's kind of a little creepy. I'm sorry!
"I have tea utensils, but you always wear dust because you use the same thing. Dillon, will you wash it?
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When the instructed water spirits gently wave their tails, the water polo floats in the air, in which tea vessels tend to sound puffy and washed. Where tea utensils don't bump into each other is boulder.
"Sharon, dry me up next."
After washing, the water polo immediately turns into the wind. I guess this kid is the spirit of the wind or something because of the yellow-green light. The tea utensils that quickly became clean are arranged on the table by the Spirit of the Wind.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa"
That was like a trick and I accidentally leaked my voice like that. I'm sure we could do it if we practiced too...... I'm going to crack some dishes by then.
"Ugh, I guess. I'm glad to hear that."
Picking up my voice, Mr. High Elf laughed corny. He's so pretty and scary, but he seemed kind of cute when he saw places like this.
Really, is it a high elf that they say is exclusive? Such a question was spreading to everyone's mind.
"Come on, have it. It's a calming herbal."
Mr High Elf, who behaved himself to us for the tea he had brewed, said so, first he put his mouth to it first. It must have included the meaning of the poison taste because it was brewed from the same pot. Mr. Kron then mouths and everyone puts their tea in their mouths. It's not too hot. It's a good temperature. The aromatic herbal tea twitches and sends warmth throughout the body. Ha, yummy.
"Come on, what shall we talk from? Yeah, first of all, that's a name. I'm Martinel Sheila. I haven't been out of this place in, like, 5,000 years."
I almost spit out my tea by accident. Oh, oh, 5,000 years!? It's a long way to go. I see, it's a transcendent atmosphere!
"And I'm going to be the sister of the current chief. You know about the chief, don't you? He's got a problem with the kid."
That's what Mr. Martinelsila told me, as if it were nothing. You mean Shermelhorn, the elder sister? Don't do that, kid. I wonder what it is? Am I mistaken about something?
"But, you know, I can't go against what the chief says. It's like a kind of curse on the people of the High Elves."
"Curse......?
Mr. Martinel Sheila, who laid his eyes down just a little, cursed and mouthed. The demon king who picked up the word frowns.
"When you live so long, it's hard to break what you've always done for granted. I grew up telling you to listen to me all the time, so I can't even break my word. It's not magic, is it? Strange stuff."
Mr. Martinel Sheila, smiling as troubled as ever and continuing to talk to him, also looked kind of lonely. Is it your fault...?
"But it was Yennarieal who did it."
"Yenna......! Is Yenna here?!?
Mr. Yenna's name came out of nowhere. The Demon King, who first responded to the name, seems to be leaking only a little intimidation. Oh, I'm scared!
Mr. Martinelsila was still smiling with a loose face, not moving at all to say that he had been intimidated while I was clinging to Mr. Gill and forgiving him. Am I the only one who feels the unseen horror of the bottom...
"... Meg. You made your wish come true."
"Huh...?
Martinelsila whined about it, not answering the demon king's question. You couldn't help but think of it as a pompous, could you? Besides, what's the wish? I wonder what you're talking about.
"Yenna's asking if she's here! Please answer me!?
Are you in a hurry? The Demon King asked again with more intimidation than earlier. Shall we calm down a little? Mr. Kron is subtly speaking up, too, but he doesn't seem to be in his ear.
"You have to calm down a little more to teach that."
Glimpsing the Demon King and answering just that, Mr. Martinelsila laid her mouth on the herbal ti. But it is the Demon King who cannot calm down. Finally, I took my seat.
"Why, why didn't you tell me? I've been... I've been looking for her! Please, please...! I want to see her right now! Tell me!!
"Master Zahariash, please calm down!
The demon king has begun to absurd his voice. That's right. I haven't seen you in forever. My dear friend may be right around the corner. But I want you to calm down a little, like Mr. Kron said, because you lack calm. I couldn't do anything to make myself horny.
"Oh. You're a troubled man.... but I can't teach you anything else like this right now. Could you calm down a little bit?"
"This is it, calm down and wait! I can finally see you!? Why can't you let me see him? Is that also why you can't let me see you!?
I don't even know how the Demon King feels. This could have happened if I hadn't met your father even though he was nearby. But I get harassed in the situation. Because this is the town of high elves. Even this guy's calm, but it's not weird when he got angry, is it? I can't imagine where I got too angry though.
Hearing the demon king's words to the end, he took a breath and Martinelsila exhaled softly and opened her teasing mouth.
"Okay. I'll teach you right. I'll tell you what. I want you to calm down first. You didn't come here to sell fights, did you?
Mr. Martinel Sheila told him to speak so peacefully everywhere. Looks like the Demon King has a crush on that word, too.
"... I'm sorry. I seem to have been disturbed."
The Demon King sat down in a chair with Ston and sipped the herbal tea he had in front of him. He exhaled a thin, long sigh, and now began to speak in a firm and calm tone.
"I'm sorry. It's all right now. This herbal tea calms my heart. It was a prospect, I'm afraid."
"Oh, it's just a year's work."
Once again the calm air began to flow through the field, so I finally sighed a ho relief. I'm nervous!