What is a spirit to elves?
I had never really thought about it, but...
“Why did you make a contract with a spirit?”
“Did you deceive the spirit?”
“Release the spirit at once!”
Now I thought I understood.
To elves, spirits seemed to be something like high elves.
Otherwise they wouldn’t react this intensely.
“Urrs.”
[Leave it to me.]
A burning pain spread through my left arm, and a blue ball of flame emerged from it.
“T-that person is... a spirit...”
“Aaaah...”
As soon as Urrs appeared, the elves began to weep and prostrate themselves on the ground.
As if they were worshipping him.
[...This is a little much.]
“It’s your fault, so handle it.”
[Fine... Haaah...]
Urrs let out a deep sigh, then spoke to the elves bowing before him.
“Rise.”
“““““Yes.”””””
Before long, adventurers had gathered as well, watching this spectacle.
[Why do you envy my contractor?]
“You have been deceived by that wicked Crozzo!”
One elf shouted confidently.
[Deceived, am I...]
“For someone as noble as you to make a contract with a human like that makes no sense. He must have tricked you!”
[...I was the one who wanted this contract more.]
“W-what!?”
[On what basis are you so certain that my contractor deceived me?]
Urrs shouted at the elves in a stern voice unlike his usual one.
[The contract with Bellf Crozzo involved no fraud and no lies. You simply misunderstood on your own.]
The flames blazed more fiercely.
[I will ask once more. Why do you envy my contractor?]
“That is...”
[If you cannot answer, then begone.]
““““Yes!””””
The elves vanished in an instant, fleeing as if they had been chased off.
“What kind of way is that to talk?”
[Elves only understand it when I speak like this.]
“Ah...”
Urrs returned to my left arm once more.
I bought a few simple things to eat while I was on my way to check the epithet.
“Can you even eat food like this?”
[I can taste things, but I can’t feel fullness.]
So he doesn’t need to eat.
“Hm?”
As I approached the forge with my bags, I spotted an unexpected figure.
“Ah, you’re finally here?”
“Why are you here...?”
The high elf whom elves admired without limit, [Demon Exorcist] Riveria Ljos Alf, was waiting for me in front of the forge.
“Um... if it isn’t too much trouble... could you show me the spirit?”
“You’re popular.”
[I don’t really want to be popular...]
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