She Decided Not To Get Revenge

At Shaurillin’s request, Miro briefly explained the magic particles that he felt from Lazian Minral.

Since they entered the restaurant, which did not place a high importance on formality, Miro took some of the plates the waiter handed them and placed them on the table, while Shaurillin listened intently to his story.

“Magic that comes from physics… That’s a rare case.”

“Yes, it’s been 30 years since I saw one. Although it is the first time that magic results from such an absurd physical phenomenon. Still, with Katlena by his side, he can live with the best efficiency that his ability can produce.”

It was only after Shaurillin picked up the tableware that Miro accepted Shaurillin’s words, and started eating after receiving the plate he gave him.

Magic ability was not entirely passed down by genetics. 

When both parents and children were wizards, considering that the magical properties were similar, it seemed that genetics can be affected to some extent, but it was not particularly absolute. 

This is because elves have the trait of a special magical transmission called “the mark”, but humans did not.

None of the scholars in the Kingdoms of Roschodur and Mado have figured out how magic works in humans or how it is passed along. Everyone, on the other hand, assumed that magic was similar to a motor nerve. 

There are people who are good without a chance of being good, as well as people who assumed they would be good but aren’t. Some people wonder whether it’s a talent, while others wonder if it’s genetic, and still others wonder if it’s entirely genetic, but Miro believes it originated from the inherited environment and growth.

Shaurillin, who has even approached the elves for deep information, most likely has a thorough understanding of the world’s fundamentals, although he has never given such an explanation. 

Miro had not anticipated such a response from him. 

The High Elf were keeping not only the world’s providence, but also the truth about providence, in a stone-stacked sanctuary. The solution and truth, based on the atmosphere in the elven community, are most likely of a type that cannot be changed. 

In any case, Miro Rosway had a similar understanding of magic to humans in this regard. They’re at a point where they don’t know anything beyond what they’ve heard.

“Come to think of it, Newtide’s magic was unique. It was a rare style.”

With a bite of fresh seasoned veggies, Miro mumbled as soon as he remembered. 

Shaurillin smiled faintly as he remembered the night Miro accompanied Merlin Newtide. Then he heard a comprehensive explanation of her magical talent from Miro after coming back.

Some elves who are knowledgeable with nature have magicians who can work with trees or grass, but humans rarely demonstrate similar abilities. 

Merlin Newtide’s magic is most likely winding down. Although the form was not precisely identified, the entire story was sufficient. 

It indicates that distinguishing between features and attributes was not difficult, and it is most likely a type of flowering, exploding fruit, or vine control at will.

Miro Rosway briefly bit a fork in his lips, recalling Lazian Minral, who had a very cold-looking face wrapped with a very open magic.

“Are the other two assistants magicians as unusual as Newtide or Minral? Why are there so many unique magical features around Katlena? About 30 of Katlena’s aides that arrived at the office today were wizards. Do you think that makes sense?”

“Well, because they operate alternately, if you’re an aide, you’ll probably be able to observe the other two’s talents shortly.”

Shaurillin responded to the question in his usual laid-back manner. Miro simply shrugged his dissatisfaction and then quietly returned his attention to his dinner.

***

“Do you think it’s enough to play a role assigned to you at birth? Just live as the constellation-like form of wound speaks to, without any judgment, measurement, or belief of your own? ”

He is referred to by the rest of the world as an immortal being who never dies. The Alves race’s immortal ruler, a sculpture-like guy with frozen glaciers and black hair like the north wind’s shadow, chuckled and spoke.

Those blue eyes are the source of his lightning. His white and apparent scars on his eyes, which no one can hide, have proven his indiscriminate existence and driven him to this location.

He can’t possibly die for such a boring guy. He reasoned that no one would try to murder him, hence he had survived so far. 

The monotonous life of foolish and blind fairies is what is free, not life itself.

“Will you also become such a short and free entertainment of my life and disappear beyond the question?”

Ilinai smiled brightly at the protagonist with the lemon-colored hair and grape-like eyes who had pushed the wire deep into the blue mountain range for a long time. He muttered something.

“All right, let’s see whether you can end this life.”

***

It was at this time that Shaurillin built his own office next to the administrative minister’s and became accustomed to his duties as an administrative officer.

To be precise, it was around fall, about a week after he walked in and sat down to do his work.

Guests of high importance began to visit the former prime minister’s office on a regular basis after that.

Anyway, the 400-year-old Prime Minister, Shaurillin Inborgia, the High Elf, was attracting public attention, and young influential people, particularly those who had completed a generational shift in the previous 15 years, wanted to meet with Shaurillin and judge him according to their criteria.

Miro was obnoxious to those individuals, but he remained silent because Shaurillin made no gestures or words.

There were just issues that Miro couldn’t stand and wanted to lash out at. 

It was that uninvited visitors would show in and sit down without regard for working hours or other hours, all the while making noises about scratching people’s heads.

This was due to the fact that Shaurillin’s leave time was approaching. Shaurillin, who excelled at new jobs, began to accelerate day by day, although his work hours grew longer and longer.

How unreasonable that is!

Miro, more than anyone else, was well aware that the white fairy did not sleep or relax for an extended period of time. He also realizes that it’s not simply because Shaurillin is physically strong that he sleeps well. Since they first met, Shaurillin has been living like that.

He possessed a well-rounded personality that appeared generous and comfortable in all aspects of life, yet the ease did not stem from a calm state of mind. It’s like a well-painted sword’s quiet surface. It’s like a sharpness that can be yanked at any point while remaining as bright as a lake.

There are three types of elves. As a priest, a High Elf guards the Carpenta Forest’s stone-stacked sacred area in the middle. Low Elf as a warrior who is continuously fighting an outside race near the border. Finally, a common elf, who spreads across the elven settlement and surrounds it as if guarding the primary holy site, the Ground Elf is the “generic citizen”.

The origin of this name, which separates the elf into three groups, is most likely derived from the elevation of the location where it resides. 

The sacred place where the high elves lived was called “Silver Star” because it was piled high with stones, and the entrance to the wilderness where the low elves stayed outside the battlefield was called “the neck of Iri”.

The middle zone and the forest and plain where virtually all elfs are born became the standard up and down, and those who lived there were called ground elfs.

As a result, there was no way of knowing where Schaurillin’s mentality of treating life as if it were in the middle of a war came from. 

Shaurillin’s life as a priest would have been holy because he is a high elf. 

Indeed, when Shaurillin’s name, which is nearly prohibited among elves, was leaked from ground elves in the middle zone, there was a narrative that he was “an ungrateful opponent who went out of the Holy Land and into the human realm”, which Miro found peculiar. 

‘Why are the elves living in the Holy Land wary of life every moment of the day?’

Miro is baffled, yet the fact that Shaurillin lives in such a manner indicates that he is acquainted with Miro.

Shaurillin didn’t take naps too often. 

Miro had no option but to be careful of significant exhaustion collecting on Shaurillin, who was actually ignoring himself and having a hard time resting down.

Shaurillin may have his physical strength, but it doesn’t mean he deserves to carry all that hefty weight. Miro wished he could react instead of Shaurillin and take care of his work. He couldn’t, which was an issue.

So Miro had to feel less relief than annoyance when production minister Zilosurua, with whom he had only exchanged hello once the day before, paid him a surprise visit.

No one would have filtered out disagreements during the presence of ministerial officials, at the very least. 

Furthermore, even if Zilosurua leaves immediately, he may exploit the excuse of his visit to prohibit subsequent visits.

Miro sighed profoundly, and today he was making tea for the production minister in the hopes that Shaurillin would not overwork himself.

Zilosurua, the production minister, was a thirty-year-old young guy.

The production hall is one of nine government departments in charge of looking after people’s livelihoods, assessing welfare and social problems in each region, and devising statistical measurements.

They’re also in charge of assessing urban design and establishing standards. They’re even working on books about coordinating industries in different regions and managing specialties. 

It’s simple to say, and in reality, their duties overlapped three or four times. As a result, when he came to see Shaurillin the other day, he couldn’t remain long, only exchanged greetings, and had to go without disturbing him.

There has to be a reason for such a busy person to come at such a busy time. 

Miro, with the heart of a public official, carefully chosen tea leaves that may aid in tiredness recovery, stared pitifully at Zilosurua.

With his wheat hair extended up to his shoulders, Zilosurua has a slim and attractive aspect. 

His skin was generally pale as if he were going to collapse, so after reviewing the work status of nine government agencies, he looked pathetic. 

Shaurillin grinned for a time as he read Miro’s eyes alone and advised Zilosurua to take a seat first. With a wink, sky-colored eyes as pale as the skin thanked Shaurillin and Miro.

After exchanging a few ceremonial welcomes, Zilosurua advised starting the talk right away rather than prolonging it for a lengthy period. Shaurillin softly nodded.

Unlike some other high-ranking persons who have essentially put one foot in politics, Zilosurua is a sincere person who was compelled to sit in the ministerial seat by Katlena Agreta, who was on an inspection while conducting integrity administration in the province.

Katlena declared she had abducted him with her own mouth the day he was presented to him, and Zilosurua did not contradict the statement much, to the point he assumed he had been kidnapped. 

He inquired right away, unlike others who sought to bring up his company formally, because he is the owner of such a character.

“Do you know that the atmosphere of local administrators has been disturbing?”