She Decided Not To Get Revenge

Not all fairies were aware of what the Holy Land was and what the priests did there.

However, the elf’s who looked up to the “silver star”, a land where the Holy Land was located, never had any doubts.

This is because they were convinced that it was safeguarding the elven society and, by extension, the continent, despite the fact that there was no way of knowing what part and what the elf’s, who are the best and closest to the truth, performed.

There’s no need to be skeptical. Insufficiency has no place there.

When one High Elf dies, a new High elf emerges as if it had been revealed someplace in the elven society, and the death of a High Elf is a faith in the rise of a new High Elf.

The soul is occupied from the beginning to become a high-elf, and the soul returns to the sacred location that preserves endless eternity and embarks on another journey to the Holy Land.

While lightning warriors died once and welcomed the birth of a visionary who returned to the world with a new life and led a parade to mark the end of the pilgrimage to the Holy Land.

Somewhere, a remarkable half-elf was born, drawing a dagger on his body to form a bulging scar. The artificially created brain had a blue star, and the greatest power a fairy could have was to stand on a body that had not been given the trust it deserved.

The ramifications of what one did to protect someone went in unanticipated directions.

The trusting half-elf grew skeptical.

‘If that’s the case, is God’s mission order determined by the mission of God’s mission rather than the brain?’

Miro is confused.

‘Why is it necessary for the Holy Land, Priest, and High Elf to exist?’

I. The Iron Manor, Katlena Agreta.

iv. Minister and minister.

Isaac Mandera, the Exploration Minister, paid a visit to the administrator less than 24 hours after Luke Mandera started working.

He went to the administrator as soon as the day arrived and learned that Katlena was only going to work at 8 AM, so he was forced to wait on the sofa in Shaurillin’s office and pass the time. Miro Rosway was unconsciously peering at the odd visitor.

Miro planned to stay late at work and rise up to a higher position in the hopes of never seeing the boy again after their terrifying first encounter the day before.

He plans to wait for Shaurillin by boiling the tea water in the office from now on, rather than forcing Shaurillin to go to work first.

Miro’s urge was accepted, and Shaurillin cheerfully permitted him to go to work early, adding, “You can come on your own without me pushing you.” As a result, it was when Miro was alone that he received the guest who arrived as soon as the day began.

The first impression was “The boy’s brother”, although he couldn’t even be thinking about that. Miro’s first impression was rapidly drowned by a visual one.

Isaac Mandera was a really attractive man. Miro was entranced when Isaac relaxed for a second and stared at him, making him sit blankly.

Miro had never seen a person who looked like that in his 50 years of existence.

In reality, it was assumed that he was not a human, but rather a strange constitutional fairy with such a delusional “mark”. Of course, he has no idea whether such a “mark” exists in the real world.

Even though it was strewn about, the thick and thin golden hair glistened brightly like the god’s breath, and the gorgeous topaz eyes with golden color were displaying their warm and pleasantly honesty.

If the younger brother is a handsome boy that would appear epic, the older brother has the appearance of a hero in an epic.

Because Isaac was in charge of exploration, it was enough to create the ludicrous notion that he was a hero who had gone on an adventure.

To avoid having unsettling thoughts with a high-ranking official in front of him, Miro sought to come to his senses by repeatedly hitting his forehead as if he were catching a bug.

Shaurillin turned on the light earlier than normal, perhaps as a result of God’s support in appreciating such efforts, or perhaps because the Miro-free morning was more lonely than he imagined.

He was a well-mannered proprietor who did not appear agitated despite an unexpected visitor’s arrival; rather, he came in as usual, hung his coat, and acted so casually, ordering a cup of tea from the staff, regardless of whether there were customers or not.

The welcome and generosity then raised a young smile toward Isaac Mandera, who belatedly gazed up at him.

“Good morning.”

“I’m sorry I came out of the blue this early in the morning, Sir.”

“It’s okay. Perhaps my assistant forced someone in the hallway to come in. They said not to stand in the cold.”

That was exactly how it felt. Whether Miro appeared humble or not, Isaac Mandera finally let out a sigh of relief and grinned warmly.

“I just said my greetings then left last time because of the excavation work in the suburbs. I was in a hurry and came to visit in this manner, although I was eagerly anticipating the prime minister’s return. I’d like to have a relaxed discussion, but I’m sure this is awkward right now. Please have a long talk with me next time because I’ll be dressed up and looking great.”

He then showed his dusty sleeve. Miro Rosway finally saw how wrinkled and dirty his clothing was. Miro was so fascinated by Isaac’s appearance that he couldn’t see his clothes.

Isaac’s hair was likewise messed up, despite the fact that it was new. He had assumed it was a notion or a set of wild charms until now.

Shaurillin sat opposite Isaac, lifted his own teacup, and poured tea into Isaac’s teapot while Miro’s head was gradually lowered.

“So, you came straight from the exploration site.”

“Yes. I’m embarrassed, but it’s my brother’s business, so I don’t care. Thanks to Sir Rosway, I calmed down a little.”

“You mean Luke Mandera, the 4th assistant of the Administrative Minister?”

“…….”

Isaac’s smile, which had been lingering about his mouth, had hardened. His attractive lips were forcibly stretched.

Isaac remained silent for a minute after his smile faded. Ultimately, rather than extracting the solution, he chose to swallow the horse with tea water. Shaurillin also wasted time by sipping tea in silence.

Shaurillin was the first to speak when Miro Rosway looked up restlessly in reaction to the foreboding silence.

“I’m also aware of public speculation that her aides participated in the well-known “unofficial work”, but I’m not sure. Either way, Luke Mandera is still a 16-year-old boy, so I don’t think he’ll be transferred to that; anyway, Katlena would have to give him a position that would not be ignored to some extent because he had the minister’s younger brother as his servant. Because he’s still young, he won’t be able to assist with administrative tasks, so calling him an aide or secretary would have been the simplest option. As an older brother, I’m concerned, but I believe my little brother will be alright.”

Shaurillin had carelessly dropped the most optimistic argument just the day before, when he learned from Miro that Luke Mandera was a real combat agent.

On the surface, Miro discovered that it was intended to calm Isaac Mandera while also serving as a form of floating. Due to hasty facial movements, Miro Rosway preferred to put his head back on his desk rather than expose Shaurillin’s intentions.

Luke Mandera must be a real fighter. Rather, he is most likely the aide who does the most “unofficial work” of the four.

As soon as Miro Rosway clasped his hands together, the boy’s hesitancy and terrible magical power, as well as his admission that he was unfamiliar with administrative affairs, established the point.

It also resembles King Ilinai’s “north wind”, which is reminiscent of “at the same time” in the air around the boy. King Ilinai, who resembled Katlena’s “black fire”, but was afraid enough to never shake hands.

Unlike Shaurillin, who was proficient in practically all of the elf’s abilities, the two had their own unique specialties. Even if Shaurillin is more useful, if it comes down to a simple power battle, it will be an opponent that Shaurillin will be unable to defeat.

King Ilinai can stop a person’s life activities in the blink of an eye or transform his entire body into ice bits with one breath, causing it to break into pieces, and Katlena Agreta can melt a man without even leaving ash.

Because it is so confined in one attribute, it is even more monstrous and magical.

In reality, few people have developed magic in such a focused and effective way. Losing, as much as one gain, has a variety of connotations. King Ilinai and Katlena Agreta were the two most prominent owners of such strong magic.

This isn’t to say that humans can’t have such abilities. There have been examples, such as Katlena Agreta, a human, and Rosetta, a half-elf, and the “mark” just ensures a minimum, rather than a characteristic that ensures a maximum.

The fairies normally live for a thousand years, but the row elf’s flying on the battlefield had an average longevity of roughly 700 years.

High-elves with exceptional magical abilities, on the other hand, can live happily for up to 1,500 years. Longevity is a good indicator of how long a piece of pottery will last.

That is why elf magical powers are often greater to human magical abilities, despite the fact that there was no difference in talent.

The fact why Miro suspicion stemmed from the reality that their abilities were both highly powerful and extremely contradicting.

It’s not that contradictory magic can’t be utilized at the same moment, but Miro was sure that “such” flames and “such” ice couldn’t coexist.

Furthermore, Luke Mandera’s magic was unusual. The boy’s sorcery had such an impact on Miro that it looked practically identical to the two nice folks.

Magic, on the other hand, is similar to motorism in that it is influenced by the owner’s personality, magic usage, life and experience, and has its own distinct hue.

Similar magic may exist, but it cannot be the same magic. It’s even because the two subjects are the most terrifying.