"I'd like to hear it before we talk. May I?
Mr Martinelsila took that confirmation at the beginning of the conversation. She's the one taking the lead on the story right now, so there's no one to say no. Everyone shakes their heads vertically.
"Outside the world, oh, I mean, outside the high elf home. What is the perception of high elves in the world you live in? I want you to tell me without lying to me, because I know it to some extent."
I guess that means you know that high elves don't make a very good impression. Looks like Mr. Kron will answer on behalf of you. Yeah, I think her calm is appropriate on this occasion.
"Right. The High Elf is an exclusive gathering of people who don't want to embrace other races, but are ruthless races who will soon eliminate them if they try to break into the territory."
"Don't put too much clothes on your teeth, Kron!
Mr. Kron was too direct! Even Mr. Gill and Mr. Nica are in a bit of a hurry. You showed me something precious!?
"Oh, that's okay. I appreciate the clarity with which you say it. Besides, it was just as expected."
Leaving room for this rush, Mr. Martinel Sheila laughed with pleasure. How broad-minded. No, because sometimes it's just superficially calm and inside... but I don't feel that way. I just don't know.
"Rumors are strange. It was just a rumor at first, but that's what really happened"
"Are you sure...? So, the High Elves still don't think well of other races?
Mr. Klon's once direct balloon statement didn't make him uncomfortable, but it just seemed a little sad, Mr. Martinelseala muttered.
"If you say the facts. We're just not trying to interfere with anything else. There are boundaries. It's the same high elf, or a mechanism that you'll never get to, except for someone who's visited here once? You wouldn't bother to attack if you weren't dangerous, would you?
You're certainly right if you ask me. Unless you hate other races as much as you hate them, it's not normal to imitate them from yourself that threaten a peaceful life, is it? I don't fear being invaded because of this bond.
"But we felt watched as we entered the northern mountains, and as we approached here, we felt hostile, didn't we?
And what Mr. Kron says is true again. If you are unwilling to interfere, why do you do it? I feel contradictory.
'Cause that's what the chief wants.'
The will of the chief... I mean, because it was Shermelhorn's decision?
"Conversely, only the chiefs interfere with other races. Me and the other high elves, nobody even cares, right?
"That means the other high elves don't care about other species, right? But why would you accept us and try to get involved?
If you sure don't care, then this is how you shouldn't try to invite us to go home and talk about it. And yet this guy seems to be telling me a lot about himself. Mr. Kron cut me into that question.
"Well, I don't think I would have thought to talk to you guys without anything either."
Having said that, he took a sip of herbal tea, Mr. Martinelsila told him to leave a breath behind.
"Nothing else, because Yennarieal asked me to. If someone like you comes, I want you to talk to him."
"... Yenna, why don't you talk to her yourself"
I kind of have a bad feeling about it. I'm sure everyone on this scene spent a lot of time in their brains.
Mr. Martinelsila finally got up from the chair there and said this towards the door.
"Let me show you around. To Yennarieal."
Stay with me, Mr. Martinel Sheila, who smiled softly, began to walk outside without looking back as it was.
We were silent and followed behind.
"Right here. Beautiful place, isn't it? They call it the White Sanctuary."
Described as one of the clearest and most magical places in the township of High Elves, it was a place where white flowers blossomed in holiness around a small fountain.
And line up everywhere --gravestones. The white tombstone, which would be new at that moment, was carved like this.
More beautiful and brave than anyone, High Elf Yennarieal, sleeping here.
I knew he was dead...
"Yenna...... no"
The demon king walked over to Fluffy and his tombstone and laid both knees on the ground. No one could speak on that back, which looked too painful.
"The birth of a child made with the Demon King. You knew the risks, didn't you? That's why he lived a few years after giving birth. He didn't want you to know. But I told him because I want him to know."
The Dropped Demon King didn't react, but I guess he's listening properly. Because I felt slightly powered by the fist I was gripping.
"The truth is, I could have lived a little longer. I think he's still alive."
"... why"
To Mr. Martinelsila's words, a word of a squeezing demon king. It was like a voice with remorse and anger in it.
Then Mr. Martinelsila turned her body towards me. Then as he approached me, he gazed at me and bent, gently touching my cheek.
"To protect you, Meg. As a mother, Yenna protected you prepared to cut her own life."
"My..."
Because of me, I was about to say, a beautiful index finger was put on my lips. It's Mr. Martinel Sheila. grin and smile, correcting my utterance.
"For you."
"Mine, for"
"Yes."
Because of me, and because of me, then the meaning is very different. That's what this guy knows. I mean, Mr. Yenna made that decision herself, and she didn't regret it. And this is how you put the warm word on me so that I don't blame myself later.
"Exciting, you tell me..."
I asked for it without being able to stop the tears flowing. I want to know. How my birth mother protected me. And I wanted to know exactly why I had to.
A soft hand strokes my head. White beautiful handkerchief is given out of the big hand behind it.
It must be because of Mr. Yenna that I feel so happy right now.
"Will you listen to me?
Mr. Martinelsila called that on the back of the Demon King. Set aside for a few seconds, the Demon King finally rises up and replies with a firm tone, albeit with sorrow in his expression.
"... I would like you to know. Nice to meet you..."
Keep your head down, please. That look seemed desperate to indulge in something.