She Decided Not To Get Revenge

When the rose leaves sway with gold, it’s a beautiful day. 

The sea breeze has a slight green scent to it, and there are flowers everywhere they look.

Young Katlena is always running to the same location among the brightly colorful flowers.

It will be one of the most colorful and thrilling days of her life, she anticipates.

No one will ever be able to escape the world of black and white chromatic colors once coated in food.

It’s a priceless landscape because it can’t be replaced and isn’t meant to be replaced.

Katlena Agreta gently creates a line between the scenery and herself whenever she dreams of those days. 

The little “Kat” looked up at her as if she were standing there in the gorgeous and serene sunshine, drawing a manly smile at the youngster.

She reconsiders the fact that she is standing in a bloody hall, not a garden. Then, like a person who could breathe, Katlena asked “Kat” to go over the line.

“Is that fairy one of your favorites?”

She is aware of the solution.

The Red Duchess gained spite, not misery, from her experience of being pushed to the very depths of loss and grief.

I. The Iron Manor, Catlena Agreta.

       iii. An uneasy administrator.

The shape of a “mark”, a trace of God that is carved, grown, and progressively blurred after birth, determines one’s place in the elven society.

Their species, which could manage the weight of gravity on their body, began to treat the production of explosive muscle power or walking above water or snow as a regular habit.

Their main weapon is a bow, ax, and a throwing dagger, which take advantage of the physical attributes of instant muscle strength and quick mobility. They like to crush people with thin and long swords rather than cutting them with heavy ones.

In general, elves, with heads larger than humans, wielding a longsword, longer than their lower body, would kill the person in front of them without even screaming.

Shaurillin held a long sword in his hand before obtaining the castle of Inborgia in human land.

He could manage gravity better than any other elves, and he had a more vibrant and gorgeous body than anyone else, as well as being mercilessly powerful. It was a source of terror rather than awe and respect. 

The side hair of the Elf-like braid hangs down to the side of the long blonde flowing down to the elf, fluttering bright blonde.

Six hundred years ago, a young and cool elf approached the king of the Alves, whom he had met after two centuries of war.

Ilinai Nuetta Higgin. King of the Alves, the noble king of the Blue Mountains. 

‘Has he ever thought that life was free of charge over a long period of time?’

Shaurillin was insensitive enough to ask him such a question, so the meaning of life only arises when someone needs and expects him. 

Therefore, Shaurillin doesn’t have much regret.

Shaurillin will take his neck.

That’s where the calling engraved on the back of his hand leads him.

***

It was a beautiful day. It’s Shaurillin’s first day back at work since his return.

Shaurillin, who had woken at dawn, sat blankly on the terrace railing and watched the dark blue sky brighten.

His eyes are opened by a beautiful, brilliant purple morning. 

It immediately changed color to red. Before it grows brighter, it is the reddest. For a brief moment, the world appeared to be dripping with blood.

Shaurillin is always caught by the serene scenery by the time it removes the redness and melts down again.

At the end of the day, there is an obvious cross between daily birth and loss.

The light that sank on the earth and the forest veiled its existence and permeated the air, disguising its color as if there was no cause to announce its existence in the world as he held his breath with such a distant view. The world begins to cover and shine with gold when light does not expose itself.

When light did not disclose itself, it was the most assertive.

He has spent a long time sitting indifferently at the highest point of the stone-stacked sacred spot, watching the scenery and his life.

The moment the earth was illuminated was the same from anywhere on the planet. He’s been alive for far too long to know whether he’s happy or sad.

The power of gravity, wind, and lightning etched on his body tilts when the moon tilts. A side effect was a minor alteration in the fairies’ hair, eyes, and skin hues. Shaurillin’s eyes were tinted bright purple depending on the ratio of magical ability and qualities to tilting.

From murky light purple to swinging magenta, there’s something for everyone. With the blood-colored dawn’s purple hue. In the direction of the sunset.

It’s as if it’s coming to an end.

The blue color carved on the back of his hand, which hasn’t faded with age, twinkles like the last surviving star in the early sky.

Shaurillin’s eyes often closed very slightly by the time a sword-cut scar scraped the deep area of his chest and it regained its color.

He understands that this is no longer a forest, and even less so for stone-stacked elfs.

Through the pointed red roofs, the scarlet sun rises. There’s a faint sound of whispering. Various odors emanate from afar. People pass past like they do in their everyday lives.

It was more unrealistic to him than anything else in the universe, and he perceives it every time he is on top of a human planet.

He sat like that till Miro opened the door and trembled as he prepared for the light as though it were a long-running marathon that would never die

It will never fade since he knows it is the same as what faded in the first place.

***

In fact, in the current administrative structure, which is divided into nine government offices, the position of “prime minister” is a purely ceremonial one.

There was no one brave enough to unilaterally dissolve the office of prime minister while Shaurillin was abroad, and the position, which had already faded, has stayed intact because Katlena, the only fearless one, purposefully disregarded it.

In any event, until just before his exile, Shaurillin held the role of prime minister, and while there was a representative, Gallois Schurt, there was no successor to him.

The emperor left his post vacant in anticipation for the return of the High Elf, whom he said would live for 1,500 years with ease. In reality, the office of prime minister was a term in Roschodur that meant “Shaurillin Inborgia”.

There was no other prime minister except Shaurillin, the prime ministership was his and his alone.

As a result, the post that Schaurillin was assigned following his return was similar.

Katlena Agreta suggested that the administrative office is the best place for the prime minister’s work out of the nine offices.

That was, in fact, the situation.

Unless it was a private connection between Katlena Agreta and Shaurillin Inborgia, anybody would have agreed that the prime minister’s position was best suited to him.

People, on the other hand, were skeptical about Katlena Agreta’s proposition. 

Every Roschodur is aware of the 18-year-old massacre and the trial 15 year ago. People found it difficult to express anything nice just by imagining what would happen if the two sat face to face in the same seat.

As a result, Shaurillin Inborgia, was the first to give Katlena’s proposal for a job a positive review. 

He realized that the most efficient approach to boost the prime minister’s job efficiency was to get consent from the administrative office. The parties agreed that this was acceptable, but they were not required to plan for the difficulties of keeping the two apart. Both the Marquess of Rochester and the Emperor had long discussions before accepting Katlena’s offer.

So, Shaurillin’s work place was created next to the Executive Minister’s office.

A luxurious reception area, created to treat him like he belonged in the first place, with furnishings remade as the prime minister’s office to mix things up a bit. Shaurillin was named the ultimate approver of all nine departments’ paperwork.

In any scenario, he will continue to serve as the final approver as long as the prime ministership is still in existence. It was their job to deliver the final authorized paperwork to the Emperor and receive his approval. As he has done for quite some time.

Gallois Schurt, the current Treasury Minister, has yet to make changes, thus he may spend his final years as the prime minister’s representative. 

Shaurillin was not concerned about it. Contrary to popular belief, he did not believe that the title of the position, whether prime minister or not, was very important. He’s still doing what he’s supposed to be doing in his place, as before. The tall lemon elf’s life has always been arranged in this manner. Since then, it hasn’t changed all that much.

This new office, on the other hand, upset Miro Rosway.

The room just across the hall from the minister’s office used to be a VIP reception area. This description had an obvious meaning. A richly ornamented door stood between Shaurillin’s and Katlena’s offices. 

When this door is opened, the two offices merge together to form a single area. Two questionable persons who seem to run into one another all the time have decided to spend the entire year separated by a wall. It was a sign to Miro that it wasn’t going to be a happy day.

Miro Rosway’s uneasiness was increased by the fact that Katlena was the first to propose the place. Shaurillin, who is prone to treating his work as if it were someone else’s, was unconcerned in either case. 

To begin, he thoroughly analyzed the present jurisdiction of administrative offices, memorized the list of administrative personnel, and nervously handled papers from nine ministries neatly and correctly as if there were no blank time.

In truth, from the perspective of an elf, fifteen years was not that long. From the perspective of an elf, it was like a vacation if he didn’t consider what he had been overwhelmed with all this time. 

It’s like taking a quick break. He assumed he had no need to be late or slow because it was his first day back at work in fifteen years, and he was genuinely doing it. 

He completed his first day at work without incident. Despite the fact that he worked all day, Katlena appeared to be working as well.

Miro, who had glanced at the entrance between the rooms, began to rush in, and the situation became so chaotic that there was no time to be concerned. Katlena knew she couldn’t afford to open that door now and risk throwing an omen.

Shaurillin was in charge of processing the paperwork, but Miro was in charge of receiving, sorting, and returning the completed product to various administrative offices.

Lunchtime was their only break. 

Finally, about 3PM, Miro’s mind began to develop reflections and guilt sentiments. He began to resent the day he had spent visiting nine government agencies, taking three or four hours away from Katlena’s job. Miro, he had this peculiar idea that if he had been Katlena, he would have wished to murder Shaurillin three times.