She Decided Not To Get Revenge

In the elven community, all high elves were priests. 

Once they entered the Holy Land, all high elves were obligated to stay there until they die, and they had to spend the remainder of their lives in a state of purity, devoting themselves to the rituals that kept the world in balance. 

It was a wonderful sacrifice that deserved to be honored. 

At the same time, it’s a natural cycle, similar to the elves’ mission.

When one high elf dies, a new high elf is born hence the death of one high elf was an oracle for the birth of a new high elf. 

The elves then will march to the location where the new priest will be born and bring it back into the holy land. 

That was the sacred tradition and order that the elves upheld and will uphold for the rest of time.

High elves were born that way and accepted as such noble beings, therefore they had to live more purely than anybody else in the holy land. 

So it had to be incomprehensible that Shaurillin, who was born as a High Elf, stepped out into the human world. 

It’s become an elven taboo to speak his name.

Shaurillin is an extreme traitor who would be erased in history but a faithful and loyal Prime Minister for four hundred years.

“I don’t care if you have special abilities or none.” 

Shaurillin whispered to the 7-year-old half-elf kid who hardly wore a blanket while a difficult-to-interpret smile was on his lips.

Miro is a fairy, just like Shaurillin. They are an impure molecule in the human world. 

They can’t change the fact that they aren’t human no matter how much they get used to it or how slim they get. However,  it was no different in the kingdom of fairies.

“Then, fairy child, if you wish, I will take you away. We’re both loners in this wide world. Will you follow me?”

Miro Rosway’s answer to that question was obvious.

It was thanks to the magic that a noble high elf used as a daily routine that Miro found out that he was sensitive to magic. 

After becoming accustomed to Shaurillin’s magic, Miro was able to guess what kind of magic he had used before talking to him. Shaurillin admired that ability. 

Miro, who was probably taken in by Shaurillin simply for humane childcare purposes, eventually became his close aide.

Shaurillin is Miro’s life. Leaving aside the discussion of grace, Miro’s life was shaped by his very presence. 

His life revolved around Shaurillin from the very start. 

Shaurillin won’t do it, but if Miro was asked to die, he’ll gladly die. He had such loyalty.

So, even though Shaurillin ordered him to stop, every time he sees Katlena, he remembers and misses the girl from 20 years ago.

Even if Shaurillin and Katlena are having a questionable conversation that appears like they would live if they peeled off their skin, Miro is focused on the surface warmth.

Miro knows how well Shaurillin took care of the girl.

Twenty years have passed since then, but the memories of those days are still vivid. 

Touching the deep scars on the back of the fairy’s hands that gave off anticipation, Kat whispered, ‘It looks sick, but it won’t hurt anymore’ and then made a crown of white flowers in honor of God’s blessing and peace of mind and placed it on the white fairy’s head. 

Shaurillin had a crying expression for some reason at the time. Yes, Miro Rosway will never forget the events of those days until the day he dies.

But what kind of person is Katlena today?

‘Smell of Alves blood,’ Miro wonders as he traces the magic that will bring him to the identity of the smell of blood.

Katlena Agreta said there was nothing ‘official’ about it. Even before, she asserted that there was no room for public issue. 

In other words, the Alves who have just died in the capital are all uninvited guests. 

There is no way to publicly contest that they died within Roschodur because there is no official report of visiting.

As a result, Roschodur cannot be held diplomatically accountable.

It means that they are espionage or actual operation agents. As the chief executive, Katlena Agreta is executing the spies of outside forces hiding in Roschodur. However, it was quite bizarre.

Ilinai Nuetta Higgin remained the official King of the Alves for two thousand years in Roschodur’s records. He probably had been in power for quite some time before the name of the king was specifically recorded along with Roshodur’s Alves diplomacy.

Usually, the physiology of high elves and alves is similar, and they usually live for about 1,000 to 1,500 years, but the ghost-like king ruled for at least two thousand years. 

Even he was still alive, as if life expectancy was nothing more than a useless number. 

Even fairies, who are aging slowly, outwardly grow old after going through the 3rd and 4th growth stages, but King Illinai was still a mysterious being that looked like a young man in his twenties and thirties. 

He doesn’t seem to die even if someone kills him.

King Illinai, whom he had met several times while following Shaurillin, was still in good health, a little annoying, but a wise leader despite his ambiguous attitude.

‘How can King Illinai express it in a violent manner?’ 

He had conducted an all-out battle with the elves around six hundred years ago, and he was a maniac who drew his weapon directly to the king and drove north wind to his home.

‘Could it be that he is preparing for war?’ 

Miro was reminiscent of the handsome black-haired man who passed by for a moment, and became uncomfortable without any reason.

Of course, King lllinai must have had many supporters on his side throughout those long years, but he must also have had many enemies who lost that much karma on his back.

It cannot be presumed that there are no forces hostile to him. It is extremely simple to begin laying the basis for the uprising, to examine the circumstances of the surrounding races, and to keep a watch on the prominent people.

Perhaps this is a subtle indicator of Alves internal conflict.

Miro Rosway wasn’t sure what kind of temperament King Ilinai had despite the fact that they’d met a few times. 

As a result, there was no foundation for precisely characterizing the existing situation. But all he knows is that Katlena Agreta’s reaction seems suspicious.

She is not interested in learning more about the Alves who have illegally entered Roschodur, but rather just slaying them cruelly.

Like someone who is already certain about what’s going on.

There is no need to delay if there is no purpose to, therefore information leaking is stopped as soon as possible.

‘How many spies were captured and interrogated in a short period of time?’ 

In Miro’s memory, it’s not the ‘Lovely Kat’ who runs barefoot over the countryside and turns around like the girl in the picture while holding her skirt, but the iron-blooded duchess Katlena Agreta, who is commonly referred to as the cold-blooded of Roschodur.

However, catching additional criminals, scanning the information, and conducting cross-checks are the best ways to guarantee the veracity of a potentially altered statement. 

Katlena appeared to be ignoring the step. Of course, it is not Miro’s responsibility to discover such a truth. 

Miro’s role throughout the previous forty years of being with Shaurillin has been to gather information for Shaurillin. Making decisions was Shaurillin’s right and obligation.

However, a situation that had the potential to accidentally complicate Miro Rosway’s mind unexpectedly arrived like an uninvited guest.

Miro Rosway came across Merlin Newtide at the end of the trail indicated by the magical crumbling afterimage, standing in front of a wall of blood, without a corpse. Obviously.

Apparently, she, who had not yet left when Miro left the restaurant, is making her way over Miro Rosway, where she might follow the magical route. 

The inference was plain, as was Merlin Newtide, who had known the location since the beginning and turned to Miro Rosway with a careless expression and said.

“It seems that something occurred in this area. I’ll contact the investigating officer. It appeared that I couldn’t see it. Please do not misunderstand, the security in the capital is always like this. This is a problem that will be solved in the near future by apprehending the culprit, so don’t be too concerned.”

“Ms. Newtide, how are you here?”

Merlin Newtide answered casually with a firm expression when Miro asked a question in his customary, non-aggressive, mellow tone.

“I followed Mr. Rosway to prepare a present for Minister Schult; it’s the capital I’ve been back to for a long time, and the road and structure have changed a lot in the meanwhile, so what I’m guiding you is probably politeness to the guests who trusted the minister and requested for advice.”

Merlin Newtide pinned her hazel, yellow-green eyes to Miro Rosway. She added, pretending to be kind.

“And, once again, the marketplace is not this way; you came the other way; we will direct you to a commercial area where you can buy fresh, high-quality premium fruits and magically kept cheese by type.”

“Yes…”

Miro Rosway opened his lips and raised his eyebrows in a non-hostile manner as he looked around with an ashamed face. 

Miro’s tone was always so innocent since Shaurillin was so generous with pampering. He didn’t correct his tone with envy, but instead responded as if it were his own.

“…Please.”

However, the magical particles that remain in the alleyways stab him without his knowledge. 

As he moved down the road and approached Merlin Newtide deep in the alley, the sensing ability he had unwittingly cultivated while staying by Shaurillin’s side swiftly evaluated the surrounding magic and told Miro Rosway. 

When she saw Merlin Newtide standing in a place where there was no corpse and only a blood-soaked wall, she moved quickly towards another alley, as if to guide him. He spotted at least three magics interwoven in the area where he was standing.

A cold-blooded ice magic that emanates from a ‘mark’ as crystallized as a snowflake. And, because the bloodstains in this location have an icy temperament, the dead are most likely Alves.