A Black Knights slave has been pulled out by the White Adventurer Guild to S-rank.

- It was a shady room there.

Only a few candles illuminate hard. I was on the round table.

Several elves sit around.

Men and women fall apart, but they all look old.

That means that there are hundreds, or even thousands, of people alive in view of the properties of the elves' longevity.

"... so you said you couldn't take your life?

"I don't even know how to use it. You're rubbish."

A painful opinion can be hit by the blackening men in the center of the round table.

Those were the elves who attacked the look.

"Also, I'm sorry. An unexpected helper knife went in, and I couldn't do anything about it. They're pretty awesome."

"Good excuses, etc."

"But they must be the giant enemies of the Sage Presbyterian Church... ah-!"

Furthermore, an arrow of light pierces the left chest of the man who tried to warn him.

That was unleashed by one of the Sage Presbyterians.

"Advising our Sage Old Society? How long have you lived? It's the oldest living creature. It's the pinnacle of stupidity."

"Ruri. There is no one on our right in wisdom."

The man who receives the arrow bleeds and dies.

"We're thinking about keeping you alive. So you should do something for us, too. Do you understand?"

The blackening men did not nod.

Instead, the other one comes forward and says:

"... come on! We're not your tools! Return Sirle's sister to me, and you will dissolve the Jian Lao Guild and flatter her greatly!"

I say, the arrow of light flies again.

But it bounced.

The blackened men hold each weapon at once. Swords, spears, bows, magic.

"I won't forgive you anymore. Now we have the authoritarian Jian Lao Guild...?"

A translucent junction rises to surround the men who tried to flip the anti-flag inside the round table.

Says Odd, one of the Sage Presbyterians.

"I told you. We live for the longest time among creatures. Young men like you can't be enemies."

"- Uh-oh!

The colour of the junction darkened, and the blackening men disappeared without a trace.

The ground just leaves strong burnt marks. That represented the disappearance of their lives.

"I don't know if consumables are going against us. Wasn't it still a bad idea to force the current external exclusion yesterday?

"Well, if I hadn't, they would have made us food. There's no way."

"Exactly. It's just getting rid of the inferior creatures who made a despicable move."

You are doing the right thing yourself.

The magic I used on the blackened men earlier was also almost uninterrupted by inheritance.

The members of the Sage Presbyterian Church who can handle them are great. That was the idea in them.

Not to mention other organisms that have only lived for decades or hundreds of years.

It even offends me to say the opposite.

"Well, I wonder what the guild guys will do."

"Guys like Look are a hassle. My friends, my elf adventurers and I are turning requests around. I have no choice but to strike my hand at banishing every wife and family member from the elves."

"But they're good at it. You want us to go straight?

"Well, wait, both the lower bitches need to get our hands dirty. Those handkerchiefs couldn't kill them, even though they had a gap. By that new party."

"Hmm, can you still do it with one example?

"Oh. The handkerchief failed. It still fails formal requests and discredits them. Because we already have measures in place."

Niyali, and laughs black.

- I had arranged that measure long before I made a request to the Alliance. The Guild is crushed when members of the Sage Presbyterian Association gain. Exactly what you get from them.

"- Dilute the sap and let the demons run wild."

"Oh, it would be problematic if we sent him to one of the most demonic and powerful areas of the elf to increase our share of sap."

"You won't notice it first other than the demons you actually mouth. Good idea."

"But if you dilute the sap, Sille will notice."

One says what he thinks.

But none of us get anxious together. Not a single one I said broke my mouth.

"Oh. That was my sister missing."

I purposefully cloistered.

The reputation is spreading as missing.

Because the Sage Presbyterian Guild handwrapped it.

But actually, no.

They were grabbing and incarcerating.

Everything is to manipulate Princess Elf's words and actions.

"Sirle wouldn't imitate it to go against poorly either. So keep it up."

"Ruri. Everything goes well. Because we are the best creatures."

That's it.

A dark laugh echoes in the room small and cloudy.

All such suspicious rigging can be carried out by them, because there is a magic formation installed in this room.

I will not tolerate any intruders and my voice will not leak outside.

Because there's absolute magic in the elves.

But one girl was listening to them.

Dark hair flickers. Looking down at them from their empty ceilings. In a place that can't be reached by nature.