191 – reverse-10

Nerwen had never done anything ‘uncomfortable’.

That was natural for an elf. Humans might not have the same talents and aptitudes, what they are good at and what they enjoy, but that was not the case for elves.

Unsurprisingly, the vast majority of elves were willing to submit to their destiny.

The elf, who has the talent of a landscaper, enjoyed landscaping more than anything else. Elves, born with the talent of warriors, enjoyed battle more than anything else.

Elves born to protect the forest had great patience and observation, while elves born to hunt enjoyed the smell of the blood of animals killed by arrows.

There was no reason not to do so. Elves are made. There was no reason to instill contradictions and mental anguish in the elves who were born.

Unless you’re a failed elf like Nerwen.

“I’ll tell you directly beforehand. This trip will fail.”

When Enerel was gone, Farseer, who had summoned all the other party members, spoke out as if to make a statement.

“But, didn’t you save the remains of the phoenix, which was said to be impossible?”

Eleanor’s question was cut off by Farseer as if it wasn’t worth talking about.

“There is a difference between what is known and what is actually impossible. The phoenix actually existed, and the unicorn will come out if you search the remote area for a few years… Convincing the guy who came out like that is another matter.”

“Are you talking about the dragon’s heart?”

“Yeah. I can’t find that. I can guarantee it. I just go back and forth between the worlds and say that one day it will come out… I just wander around. Enerel can’t go back.”

Celia rushed at Farseer.

“That, it can’t be. We’re working hard like this. If we all do our best to find it, someday…”

Farseer warmly stroked Celia’s head as she was crying.

“Was it hard?”

“…because of me, if it weren’t for me.”

“However, it is not that there is no way.”

“I thought you would say that.”

Eleanor’s trusting gaze was coldly accepted by Farseer.

“It’s not that easy.”

“If there is a way, I will.”

“Well, you speak well.”

All eyes were on Farseer. The little wizard struggled to open his mouth.

“However, this is quite unethical even by my standards.

-How far can you go to get Enerel back?

/////

As the end neared, Nerwen was undecided on the offer.

Even though she was free, her ‘birth’ still remained within her.

Serving and dedicating Enerel was as instinctive an act as following and sniffing him. It was a natural, comfortable action.

Hiding something from Enerel, not being able to see, smell, or help her for the rest of her life was hard to accept.

“If you think it’s too difficult, you can just think about it until the end. I won’t blame you for whatever choice you make.”

It was so detached that it was hard to believe that he was facing death.

“The plan doesn’t need you.”

Farseer, Celia, and Eleanor were essential to Enerel’s return, but Nerwen was not.

It was helpless.

“Rather, I wish I had developed this feeling a little sooner…”

Farseer casually gave an answer to Nerwen, who was lamenting in vain.

“Oh, you mean love.”

It was a word that he couldn’t get out easily, but Farseer put it in his mouth as if he could see right through her.

“That, how… no, I can’t possibly deserve it. What are you saying…”

“It’s not a matter of qualification. Do those who are slain by the sword die because they have committed such a sin? No. Emotions are violent, and the body overwhelms them.”

“…”

“Didn’t you hear the same about the World Tree? They didn’t think they could control you with just ‘s*xual desire’.”

That was Nerwen’s rebellion. The factor that made her inferior to the other party members, forced her to pour out more anger on herself.

Back then, he was a porter and got into a fight with Eleanor. Most of them were about whether to somehow save the dying person or let them die, and the fight on this topic was no different.

Other than that, he was forced to undergo harsh training, run errands, and belittled him, but that was the main reason.

However, there was no reason for her anger. He washed himself as much as an average human, much more than an average human on a journey to defeat the demon king.

That much, there was no reason in Nerwen’s anger. Only the pure emotion of disgust remains.

“Did you tell me about the ceremony the other day… When you hold a coronation ceremony, there are many different cases when considering the numerous conditions, targets, and effects.”

“I think you’ve heard of it.”

The protection of the imperial family for those who wear the crown, the protection of God for those who kneel before religious leaders, and the contracts with those who defend the empire for those who hold the emperor’s scepter.

“That’s the principle. You put positive emotions like love and favor on the strength of the hero, and you put your s*xual desire on the very fact that you were chosen by a god. If that’s the case, then your body would have felt love for him right now.”

It wasn’t until then that Nerwen remembered that she was following the law with impunity.

No matter how much I thought it had to be him, I thought I was going to shoot an arrow at the emperor right away. It was not a normal elf way of thinking.

Not too long ago, they tried to kidnap him, and then swore an oath of obedience for the rest of their lives.

“ha ha ha…”

Once, I thought I was freed. However, her instincts were still holding her back.

“yet…”

Nerwen couldn’t decide. What was really the choice for him, she wasn’t sure even within her.

/////

While hunting monsters, Nerwen met Enerel in the forest.

At that time, Nerwen had already heard all of Farseer’s plans. And he knew that he would never allow it.

I was willing to endure it no matter what, because there was no way I would allow the ritual of sacrificing Farseer and Celia.

Seeing his warm eyes, Nerwen was convinced.

“Is there anything you want to say?”

breathing becomes rough His smell, which he tried not to smell, violates his sense of smell.

A feeling of happiness, comfort and coziness spread through Nerwen’s head.

want to obey I want to love you.

I want to stop hiding the truth from him right now and be with him for the rest of my life.

His arms wrap around Nerwen’s body. be comforted

Maybe, now, at this moment, he might forgive her.

If you confess that you love her, you might allow her to smile and follow you.

Countless happy imaginations consumed Nerwen. Her nature for love, for Enerel, consumed her body.

“I see… I guess so. They weren’t wrong.”

And, Nerwen forcibly cut it off. He brushed off the piles of lingering attachments and erased the river of desire that flowed through her veins.

She must not be forgiven. He must not forgive her.

Enerel must return. Instead of being tied to the anchor of the warrior party and immersed in this world, he must find peace where he belongs.

“I’ll wait here.”

All her nature, her flesh, her emotions beg her to follow him.

Nerwen cut it out of his mind countless times.

“It’s okay if I follow you.”

He is so kind and withdrawn, even in this kind of situation, he brings out soft words.

This hit hard. If I hadn’t bitten my lip, I might have crawled after him ugly.

“Okay.”

Watching his back as he left, Nerwen was engulfed in many thoughts and temptations.

It might not be too late if you pray right now and follow along. Follow him somehow…

“ah.”

As he trudged away, the sight of him disappearing through the trees reminded me of vague memories.

Nerwen recalled Enerel’s back. At the World Tree, the image of him fighting the White Branch.

I don’t know what he would think, but for Nerwen it was salvation.

Because she showed a new world to her, who did not know that she was chained up all her life.

“Then… you…”

Between the world tree and the pressure of the elves, he did not follow his will. I just asked the elf’s intention, who must have been so repulsive.

After accepting it, he even succeeded in negotiating with the white branch.

It was a huge consideration that Nerwen did not deserve. It was a great faith that was not broken even by his great hatred.

“Come to think of it, it was like that then…”

Ironically, it was her feelings for him that gave her the strength to shake off the chains of duty.

The feeling that I don’t want to sacrifice him anymore, I don’t want to see him give in anymore.

That heart hasn’t changed.