Chapter 261 – The Dark Elf and the Swordsman (2)
I knew it. Icher’s feeling of wanting to eat the cake seemed accurate. He could feel himself eating a slice of cake through his robe, savoring it. Her small snort also hummed, and Marais smiled slightly at her fixed appearance as if she was concentrating on the cake.
“Would you like some more of mine?”
“Ah, that’s… So… Can I?”
Even though she ate the whole cake, Marei unknowingly handed over the half-remaining cake when he saw Valentine bringing a fork covered in cream to her mouth. The inside of the robe had been magically treated, so it should have been black, but upon closer inspection, a faint outline inside caught her eye.
I couldn’t know exactly, but I thought that Icher must be a great beauty just from that outline. She ate a piece of cake while waiting for the boy who came last time, but the student didn’t come. If I had seen her a few times, I would have remembered her name, but since I had only met her once, I was a bit vague about what she looked like.
“…Looks like he won’t come. Let’s start class.”
Yicher, who was staring at the door, gave up, cleared the table, and grabbed the chalk. Marey also smokes her book and prepares to take notes, when suddenly she is seated next to her by Icher.
“It’s just the two of us, but it’s inefficient for writing. I will tell you directly.”
Professor Valentine took out her pen, took out his book, put it beside her Marey, and began talking about magic one-two.
“The word black magic is a very comprehensive term. Witchcraft, clan specific techniques, etc. It is called a general term for a kind of non-mainstream magic.”
At Icher’s words, Marei lightly nodded her head. She remembered the words of Illien and Idrien, who had lectured on the difference between white magic and elemental magic. The wizards seemed very dissatisfied with the magic divided into three categories.
“Although most people think of black magic as something like a curse or necromancer. In fact, the majority of black magic is race-specific magic.”
Mysteries using blood used by vampires, magic that handles fire unique to the dwarf race, and strong body techniques of the beast race. The mark of the Orcs. The magic unique to the race was created by human standards.
But.
“Why is the elemental magic used by most elves not black magic…?”
“Well… I wonder if it’s a matter of adults.”
Itcher smiled. No, he seemed to be laughing. The blurry outline inside the robe seemed to be smiling for some reason.
“Pawen-kun, what do you think of when you say elves?”
“Elf…?”
Naturally, the Ksacru sisters were pictured in Marey’s mind. Covered in semen, the blood in the lower half of the body rushes to the sight of him lying on the bed and struggling to breathe. Marey couldn’t even answer properly, and Icher laughed at her slightly reddened face, wondering what he was thinking.
“Are you thinking of Professor Illien? Certainly, images like him are universal. Beautiful, kind and I am also capable…”
Itcher Valentine’s voice was powerful. As if to boast about the existence of Illien Ksar Kru, he quietly blooms on her waist and exhales pleasantly.
“Come to think of it, he said he was Professor Illien’s disciple. He is a person who likes students, but he said he has no intention of accepting students…”
“Ah, yes…”
Icher’s strange gaze was felt. She feels as if she is sweeping herself. She felt as if she was being graded in front of the judges, and she felt uncomfortable and unknown expectations.
“Coming back to the subject. Isn’t the image of elves a very positive direction for humans? Even before the continent was unified, there were even villages that were considered sacred… The Empire stood on the side of the victor even in the unification war.”
“Yes. I heard that it is related to Governor Balter.”
Itcher let out a small exclamation. Then he leaned back against the backrest and looked at Marey. It looked pretty fun.
“Yes, did you say you were the governor’s grandson?”
The pen was spinning in Isher’s hand. Seeing the pen drawing a certain trajectory between the index and ring fingers, passing over the thumb, and then moving again between the two fingers, Marey couldn’t take her eyes off the white-gloved hand, even though she thought she had to look at Icher.
“Even when the demon king invaded, elves were by the side of humans, and even before that. In many stories, elves have been by the side of humans. It felt like a kind of companion whenever there was a big crisis. Unlike the dwarves and beastmen who clung to each other and then fell off.”
In the race war that occurred during the Continental War, the mad war between the Dwarves and the Beasts, the Elves were still on the side of the Humans. That’s why the Empress acknowledged the elves’ territory. According to Ravella’s story, there was a realm called the Great Forest to the west of Balter. The exact name is that there exists a kingdom called Elvenheim, and most people say that a huge forest that is several times the size of Balter is the territory of the elves.
“Humans, too, if they have the talent, they can use the Beast Tribe’s Gauntlet, the Dwarf’s Fire, and the Vampire’s Blood Magic. Just as there are few people suitable for animism, so are other things. But no one learns. It’s because you believe you can’t learn. Few people know about this.”
“Could a person use it?”
Icher nodded his head as if it were natural.
“I’m not a vampire either, but I can use blood magic unique to vampires. It wasn’t a fake descended from necromancy, like making a spear of blood or exploding a corpse, but real blood magic. It is a kind of talent.”
Are you a person who moves? Marey saw a woman covered in a robe. It seemed that she was not human. Her first smell of her body leaked from her. It smelled similar to the unique refreshing sensation that emanated from the bodies of the Ksakkuru sisters, but something different.
“It is nothing unusual. In the villages around the border of the Beast Tribes, I’ve seen before that there are families that can use the martial arts. I don’t know if it’s still there. I’ve seen humans using dwarven fire. He was a human who grew up under the dwarves.”
“And…”
Izer smiled slightly at Marey’s surprised look. Now, the voice inside the robe was clearly audible in my ears. When he first met Ravela, he was stiff and low. It resembled a husky voice, but it was a little softer and softer.
Of course, now that she’s gone, Ravella’s voice calling for Marey has turned so sweet that her ears will melt…
“Considering that the term ‘blue blood’ existed a few years ago, such a special talent must have some degree of genetic factor. In particular, if you look at Lavella de Parwen… Oh, excuse me. The story of your mother has become an example.”
Itcher scratched his cheek as if in trouble.
“It’s not a bad story, it’s okay.”
“I’m glad you don’t feel bad. When it comes to this story, there is no better example than Ravella de Parwen. Well, let’s continue talking. Ravella de Parwen, have you often heard stories about your mother? Well, he’s someone who doesn’t fall out when talking about genius.”
It’s a story that Marey doesn’t know much about, but she nodded her head. She knew that Ravella was a great person, but she was actually her own partner who always warmly hugged her skin to skin. No, she shouldn’t use these words. Because she was his mother.
“There is a word called dragon blood, and there is a story about warriors in legends who killed an evil dragon and bathed in its blood, and their skin hardened like steel and their eyesight improved. The story has gone to a strange place. Blood, so talent in the sense of genetics means that it definitely exists. Because he is a human who can use magic, swordsmanship, martial arts, and spiritual arts. That too powerfully.”
“Rigid body art…?”
It seems like I’ve never heard of Ravela being able to handle her elementals. No, wasn’t there However, it was the first time that Marey had heard that there was someone who could use the Beastman’s rigid body technique, so she had never heard of Ravella being able to use it.
“I did not know? Oh, this… Tsk. To be honest, she had a fight with Ravella de Parwen before. It was Elbenheim, but she used strong body liquor.”
“It’s the first time I’ve heard of it…”
“I lost, so I don’t have to worry about it. Even if we fought, it was just sparring, so we don’t have any ill feelings towards each other.”
Don’t worry. Itcher replied briefly. Come to think of it, when she was making her class schedule, Ravella’s opinion was strong. At that time, she seems to have liked Lee Cher and Lee Ha-un quite a bit. Lee Ha-woon might have known Ravella as well. Or maybe she didn’t remember Ravella.
She couldn’t know everything about Ravella. Of course, she knew that if she asked Ravela, she would tell her everything, but she couldn’t help but feel strangely upset to hear about Ravela from anyone else.
Marey let out a small sigh. Ycher called her Marey’s name in embarrassment and bit her mouth shut.
“It’s not that I’m angry or scared. Are you okay.”
“Okay.”
Icher nodded her head. Marey wasn’t mad at Ycher Valentine either. Technically, she was mad at herself. This sticky possessiveness towards Ravela. No, I just had to think a lot about her possessiveness these days.
Just yesterday, she distinctly remembered herself being angry with Illien for the grown-up look he showed to Idrien. She said that there was nothing she didn’t know, and she couldn’t let go of that stubbornness.
“The atmosphere has become heavy. Let’s get some rest.”
Seeing Icher rise in haste, Marey was taken aback and grabbed the hem of her robe.
“Hey, would you like some cake?”
“…Okay.”
Icher let out a small sigh and nodded her head.
“Actually, I’m an adopted child, so I don’t know much about my mother. It’s been a while since I registered.”
About the number of Ravela’s moles, her erogenous zones, how to kiss her, how she squeezes her breasts tightly and wiggles her ass hole every time she slams her from behind, etc. Marey knew her appearance better than anyone else in the world, but on the contrary, she knew more about what kind of person she was and how she was seen by others than others.
“… Excuse me. Sorry.”
Itcher sat leaning back in her chair as if he had no energy. As if swallowing her sighs bursting out through her robes, she paused a little before answering.
“No. Why is the professor sorry? I am very happy to be enrolled. I am not ashamed of being adopted.”
When I was in the village around the barrier, unimaginable things were constantly going on. In the days that were very lascivious and full of perverted acts that she couldn’t tell others about, Marey was completely intoxicated before she knew it.
“I’m glad… Come to think of it, I think I’ve heard it before. I was not caring enough I apologize for this. To think that the world’s Lavella de Parwen would adopt her… Even though she met her in Elbenheim a few years ago, her memory is so intense that her concept of time is rather ambiguous.”
I don’t know how to say it because I don’t have anyone to talk to. Ycher let out a short sigh. Marey had no choice but to wave her hand and tell her that she was really okay. She didn’t know what to say in this situation, as she herself was speechless.
The more I listened to her, the more Icher de Valentine seemed less human. That said, she didn’t seem to be a vampire or an elf. Is she a beast She didn’t seem to be either. That, I didn’t feel the unique wildness.
“Shall we start class again soon? Or, would you like to take a break?”
After eating the cake, Ycher Valentine carefully put down the plastic fork. He was delicious, but eating consecutive cakes was a bit burdensome for Marey, so he gave way to Ycher. She had already eaten two slices of cake, but she seemed to want some more.
My eyes went to her white gloves. Why is she covering her whole body tightly? Her unspoilt gloves made her feel like a sophomore, but it didn’t seem like it.
“Shall we rest a little longer… ? Would you like some more cake?”
“Thank you.”
Itcher seemed to be laughing. She wanted to see her face in her robes. What kind of person is she Her curiosity was weighing on Marey. But she didn’t want to satisfy her deep curiosity until she deliberately asked the person who was hiding herself.
“Okay, let’s start class in earnest.”
It hasn’t even been an hour yet. Because of the awkward atmosphere and cake, she had no choice but to be ambiguous about classes and breaks.
“Now, focus. I’ll speed it up from now on.”
“Yes!”
It was inevitable that it would be several times faster to inform directly from the side rather than from a blackboard. Because it was a class taught by Icher, who was notorious for going so fast and constantly running through difficult content, Marey’s hands did not have time to rest.
She writes down what is being called, and intermittently she checks that she understands. It was too much for her just to write it down over and over again. On the contrary, I didn’t think of miscellaneous things in the class that was so fast that it was burdensome. If I had taken only one magic-related class, Icher, I would have had no choice but to grab my head and make a dying sound, but I was able to somehow take the class because of the subtle common story with the Ksakr sister’s class.
Seeing the boy concentrating on taking notes for a while, Valentine gave her a small nod.
‘I don’t know if Illien’s sister is enough to make her a disciple, but it’s not bad.’
Oh Sung is not bad. Come to think of it, did you say it was a distant branch? Judging by the color of her hair, she did not inherit dragon blood. Although she doesn’t have magical talent, she was a pretty good student at absorbing knowledge or drawing knowledge from other fields.
