Chapter 249 – The Secret of Birth
Elves smell like flowers.
Not figuratively, but actually. Among the intelligent beings, the race closest to nature itself was called the Elves. The energy of trees, the source that gives them a long lifespan and unfading beauty. The scent is naturally generated in the process of circulating the body.
“My dear disciple.”
Her beautiful face came closer as if it were touching the tip of her nose. The thick scent of acacia blossoms wafted from the gap between her wavy black hair and her slightly open red lips.
At the will of the noblest woman among the few long-lived species left on the continent, plants and trees dance and dance, and a long tree trunk surrounds the two and is wrapped in green vines.
Before long, a single flower shyly blooms from the vine wrapped around the tree trunk. In a landscape resembling a fantasy garden, Wolfgang gazed at the face of a woman who was his teacher, lover, mother, and close friend.
“…Yes, Master.”
“I know what you’re worried about.”
Arienne stretched out her arms and carefully took Wolfgang’s large torso into her arms. In terms of size, it was unreasonable to hug her completely because the disciple was already twice as big as the teacher, but that was enough to transmit the warmth.
—♬♩♩~ ♪ ♬~
Arien’s lips parted softly as she gently held Wolfgang’s head in her arms, and the folk song of the elves began to resonate in the secret forest that appeared in the middle of the archipelago. It was a repetition of short melodies composed of monotonous rhythms and humming, but it had a strange power to calm the mind by itself.
In the warm embrace of his master, Wolfgang calmly closed his eyes.
Then, miraculously, it felt like all the worries and worries that had been bothering him so far disappeared as if they had been washed away in an instant.
It was natural.
How to feel the greatest tranquility in the arms of parents. Wolfgang had never seen his mother’s face since he was born, but Arien was the one who took the place of his mother from a young age.
Her arms are by far the best resting place to soothe the tired body and mind of Wolfgang.
“Looking at it like this, only the body has grown.”
Wolfgang’s thick forearms, embracing his teacher’s slender female body, were energized involuntarily.
If it had been an ordinary woman, it would have been a terrible tragedy, but the transcendent master stroked his head with a warm expression instead of bursting out.
Arien’s calm voice tickled Wolfgang’s ears.
“I can tell just by looking at your expression when you open it. She must be thinking about the image again.”
“That’s right.”
Wolfgang buried his face in Arien’s arms and answered as it was. It was because I was embarrassed to reveal the expression that must have been loose and grinning.
Now that it’s not just a relationship between a teacher and a man, it’s a relationship between a man and a woman, so it was an expression of the psychology that he wanted to show only a cool image as much as possible.
But, did it have an unexpected effect?
“Huh…!”
A cavernous voice suddenly resounded in her arms, causing Arien to shake her body.
Even so, it was Wolfgang with a heavy bass that was appropriate for her size, and the amplitude of her voice was greater than others because the lion’s roar, which she taught herself, was completely permeated into her body.
But, of course, it was because Wolfgang’s mouth was now in perfect contact with Arien’s left nipple, and the vibrations were passed through a thin sheet of cloth and felt an indescribable thrill.
‘This, this… There is such a thing as atmosphere… ‘
Of course, since the two of them had already crossed the line between master and disciple for a long time, they were even jumping rope with a broken line, so there was nothing particularly problematic.
Now Arien wanted to teach her pupil, not to be petted by her.
“Master?”
“It’s nothing.”
Hearing a sudden groan, Wolfgang looked up at Arien in a puzzled way, but there, as usual, there was only the calm and weak face of his teacher.
From that appearance, the lewd female elf who almost left after hearing the disciple’s voice with her nipples was nowhere to be seen. Indeed, it was the dignity of a great transcendentalist.
As if nothing had happened, Arien stroked Wolfgang’s hair and continued her advice.
“Listen, disciple. No matter how transcendental you are, you can’t look into other people’s images as if you were your own. You can only guess what they will look like based on their external appearance. It’s the same with women who have taught you since childhood.”
“Yes. I know. You said that imagery is an area that only depends on your training.”
“Yes. The realm of imagery and the entire ideology are just the result of those who transcended nothingness, including Yeo, figuring out how to systematize the abstract description of imagery. It is meaningless to make it a specific direction in itself. Inira.”
Although it was like reviewing the knowledge he had learned a long time ago, Wolfgang quietly listened to his teacher.
It is because learning is the same as reading a book you read as a boy and reading it again as an adult can give you a different feeling. In fact, Wolfgang had just listened to Arien and nodded quietly to see if he remembered anything.
“That’s right. After all, the size of my bowl has changed, so it’s just that it’s easier to open the imagery than before. It seems that if you try to pull the imagery out beyond the limit, side effects will come.”
“But you know very well that others are not like you.”
“Yes. I am well aware of it.”
“If so, have you realized just how different you are from other people?”
“That…”
Arien stared blankly into her pupil’s eyes.
While her disciple was immersed in contemplation, Arien followed her disciple and lost herself in thought for the first time in a long time.
She knew better than anyone that Wolfgang’s talent was heterogeneous.
Clearly, the beginning was not a big deal.
‘It’s boring.’
It’s been a thousand years since they were bound by an oath and acted as fierce dogs of the empire. Her thousand years was a very long time, even for her immortal, freed from her death by her aging.
A series of boredom that seems to understand why dragons and other immortals eventually give up immortality and end their lives by suicide. The pleasure of watching the ever-changing world is bound to wear off after hundreds of years.
Her oath with the first emperor could also be broken and escaped if she wanted to, but the end meant ascension, that is, the end of the material world, so she didn’t have to.
If you really reach the end of boredom, you will try to ascend one day, but not right away. For Arien wasn’t sure if there was anything up in the sky that could alleviate her boredom.
In the end, even though she was wet with her inertia, she chose to live for now.
The last survivor of the ancient high elf royalty and the godmother of all elves. Her title as the Great Transcendentalist, who remained on the ground to protect mortals without ascending to heaven, sustained her as the Great General of the Empire.
Except for occasionally making fun of the mortals, she doesn’t do anything but stay still or commemorate the high elves who have disappeared. In the midst of living a life closer to plants than animals.
While traveling aimlessly, he encountered the most dangerous talent in a thousand years.
‘Can you see her movements?’
‘Yes! You’ve been around here since the beginning, right? The dark friend inside of me told me!’
‘… I’ll teach you a move, so try it.’
‘Like this?’
She didn’t even know how to move instinctively to achieve the most efficient movement, and the child had an image innately.
However, like this kind of genius, he was not equally proficient in all fields, and the talent he possessed was limited to the realm of martial arts. It was strange.
It was a sprout that would become a disaster in human form if left unattended.
‘Oh… ‘
I was interested.
The reason why the bastard of a count family, not even the royal family, was born with such a disparate talent was not that important to her.
She had the qualities to be noticed by her as a transcendent, so that was enough, and she was convinced that she would one day reach transcendence, so she accepted her as her disciple.
‘Yeah, but who’s your sister… ?’
‘Sister… She’s very nice to hear, so forgive me for the first time. Just call me Master from now on.’
As such, the beginning was just a whim in a thousand years.
However, as time passed, the child became deeply involved in the daily life of the high elves, and by the time she became a boy, she became inseparable from her, and she eventually made her heart pound for the first time in her life. He grew up to be a man who makes the streets go away.
Arien looked at her disciple and her lover, who quietly closed her eyes, and smiled.
I don’t know how the hell this happened. Her fate was something unknown and mysterious even to her transcendent.
“…I realized.”
Then, Arien felt that the time had finally come for her.
Now is the time to tell the truth to Wolfgang, who has grown into a strong man who can handle anything.
