Chapter 23
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Pointed ears, thin and soft hair, flawless skin, a long and slender body and a beautiful face.
It was a typical elf appearance. It’s just what you’ve seen and often imagined.
Some would like to meet the forest elf, but Ivan couldn’t be happy. Because in this damn world, strangers are always at risk.
In particular, the elves were a race that was extremely reluctant to come into contact with the outside world and lock themselves in the forest. And, showing up like this was never a positive sign.
‘I’m sure it’s difficult to deal with Elf.’
As the rumors say, the elves were very beautiful, but they were stranger, so he was a bit reluctant to face them.
Because the elves of this land all inherited the blood of the primordial elves with the spirits of nature, and their emotional lines were difficult for ordinary humans to understand.
They did not have the expression of a living creature as their emotions were not deep. It looked like a well-carved doll with their beautiful appearance.
Ivan asked, squinting his eyes.
“What’s going on? I don’t think it’s your realm.”
Elves were extremely reluctant to come into contact with other races, especially with humans. They felt that humans lived too fast, and their emotional changes were too intense. They thought that if they got too close, they would be affected as badly as a fire would burn a tree.
The elf, who had appeared, looked at him silently.
The slowly moving eyes were so transparent that they looked more like glass beads than those of living things. It was difficult even for Ivan, who was quite quick-witted, to read the emotions from those eyes.
What the hell is this little bastard doing? Should I throw the ax first to to be safe?
She opened her mouth only after a long time had elapsed, enough for Ivan to think about it.
“…you are a warrior of Asgard. You don’t have to worry because you’re not the person we’ve been looking for.”
She was very pretty, and she had a good voice, but her emotions were so faint that I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. So he felt the horror before he could feel her beauty.
“That sounds funny. To grabbed onto someone passing by and stop talking about it.”
“What do you want to know?”
“It’s strange that the elves are searching around out of their realm. What’s going on?”
It may have been a sensitive question, but Ivan did not hesitate. This is because the elves have very few emotional ups and downs, so a rational response takes precedence.
If it was something they couldn’t say, they would say they couldn’t answer, otherwise they were likely to answer it gently.
As expected, the elf opened her mouth.
“There are humans roaming around with an ominous energy. We were just wary of them.”
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Pointed ears, thin and soft hair, flawless skin, a long and slender body and a beautiful face.
It was a typical elf appearance. It’s just what you’ve seen and often imagined.
Some would like to meet the forest elf, but Ivan couldn’t be happy. Because in this damn world, strangers are always at risk.
In particular, the elves were a race that was extremely reluctant to come into contact with the outside world and lock themselves in the forest. And, showing up like this was never a positive sign.
‘I’m sure it’s difficult to deal with Elf.’
As the rumors say, the elves were very beautiful, but they were stranger, so he was a bit reluctant to face them.
Because the elves of this land all inherited the blood of the primordial elves with the spirits of nature, and their emotional lines were difficult for ordinary humans to understand.
They did not have the expression of a living creature as their emotions were not deep. It looked like a well-carved doll with their beautiful appearance.
Ivan asked, squinting his eyes.
“What’s going on? I don’t think it’s your realm.”
Elves were extremely reluctant to come into contact with other races, especially with humans. They felt that humans lived too fast, and their emotional changes were too intense. They thought that if they got too close, they would be affected as badly as a fire would burn a tree.
The elf, who had appeared, looked at him silently.
The slowly moving eyes were so transparent that they looked more like glass beads than those of living things. It was difficult even for Ivan, who was quite quick-witted, to read the emotions from those eyes.
What the hell is this little bastard doing? Should I throw the ax first to to be safe?
She opened her mouth only after a long time had elapsed, enough for Ivan to think about it.
“…you are a warrior of Asgard. You don’t have to worry because you’re not the person we’ve been looking for.”
She was very pretty, and she had a good voice, but her emotions were so faint that I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. So he felt the horror before he could feel her beauty.
“That sounds funny. To grabbed onto someone passing by and stop talking about it.”
“What do you want to know?”
“It’s strange that the elves are searching around out of their realm. What’s going on?”
It may have been a sensitive question, but Ivan did not hesitate. This is because the elves have very few emotional ups and downs, so a rational response takes precedence.
If it was something they couldn’t say, they would say they couldn’t answer, otherwise they were likely to answer it gently.
As expected, the elf opened her mouth.
“There are humans roaming around with an ominous energy. We were just wary of them.”
Pointed ears, thin and soft hair, flawless skin, a long and slender body and a beautiful face.It was a typical elf appearance. It's just what you've seen and often imagined.Some would like to meet the forest elf, but Ivan couldn't be happy. Because in this damn world, strangers are always at risk.In particular, the elves were a race that was extremely reluctant to come into contact with the outside world and lock themselves in the forest. And, showing up like this was never a positive sign.I'm sure it's difficult to deal with Elf.'As the rumors say, the elves were very beautiful, but they were stranger, so he was a bit reluctant to face them.Because the elves of this land all inherited the blood of the primordial elves with the spirits of nature, and their emotional lines were difficult for ordinary humans to understand.They did not have the expression of a living creature as their emotions were not deep. It looked like a well-carved doll with their beautiful appearance.Ivan asked, squinting his eyes.What's going on? I don't think it's your realm.Elves were extremely reluctant to come into contact with other races, especially with humans. They felt that humans lived too fast, and their emotional changes were too intense. They thought that if they got too close, they would be affected as badly as a fire would burn a tree.The elf, who had appeared, looked at him silently.The slowly moving eyes were so transparent that they looked more like glass beads than those of living things. It was difficult even for Ivan, who was quite quick-witted, to read the emotions from those eyes.What the hell is this little bastard doing? Should I throw the ax first to to be safe?She opened her mouth only after a long time had elapsed, enough for Ivan to think about it.you are a warrior of Asgard. You don't have to worry because you're not the person we've been looking for.She was very pretty, and she had a good voice, but her emotions were so faint that I couldn't tell what she was thinking. So he felt the horror before he could feel her beauty.That sounds funny. To grabbed onto someone passing by and stop talking about it.What do you want to know?It's strange that the elves are searching around out of their realm. What's going on?It may have been a sensitive question, but Ivan did not hesitate. This is because the elves have very few emotional ups and downs, so a rational response takes precedence.If it was something they couldn't say, they would say they couldn't answer, otherwise they were likely to answer it gently.As expected, the elf opened her mouth.There are humans roaming around with an ominous energy. We were just wary of them.
