Chapter 263 – The Dark Elf and the Swordsman (4)
It might be more accurate to say that a disciple, a disciple to a magician, is a successor.
That’s why being a disciple was something that wizards only developed when they were in their later years. In addition, as the empire revealed magic to the general public, the words of being a wizard’s disciple were heavy words that would only come out of the mouths of elderly people.
Of course, the elves were still familiar with it, but…
“You said you were Professor Illien’s disciple, right? What are you learning these days?”
It’s been a while since I talked to Professor Illien. It’s an outsider, so it would be accurate to say that he avoids him, but he was the one who didn’t even bring out the ‘disciple’ of the disciple until three months ago when he met him in Elvenheim. Still, since he was in the position of a professor teaching students in the field, the meaning of the disciple he thought of and the meaning of the disciple Illien said could be different. I wanted to check that out.
“With elemental magic… The story about Professor Illien’s teachers? There is magic passed down from the sect… Ah, this is a secret…”
Marey looked up at Isher in surprise. She looked very frightened. Icher, who knew who Illien’s teacher was, was able to be sure that the student he thought was right. Of course, the master was a very eccentric person, and he didn’t know what kind of magic he could use. Illien had never done that ‘sect magic’ to himself. Looking closely, it was the same as not telling Idrien.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it. I’m not even curious Excuse me. Well, because each normal wizard’s apprentice has his own secret skill. I didn’t make a big mistake. You just don’t have to tell me what it is.”
“Yes… !”
Maray let out a sigh of relief from her. Seeing this, Isher laughed a little. It’s stupid. I liked it for some reason because it didn’t seem like the time had been asked. The boy smelled strangely good. She was a child that Professor Illien believed in, and she wanted to show the lithe person a little surprised. She was envious because she seemed to have made a good disciple. Some were still in training, but I was envious of them acting as if they were complete by themselves. Of course, it’s understandable because he’s a person who’s achieved enough to be proud of.
“By the way…Professor Ycher, aren’t the gloves uncomfortable?”
“Uncomfortable.”
In Marey’s gaze, Ycher looked at his hand. He once again confirmed his own figure, covering his whole body with his white gloves and robe. I’m used to it now, so I didn’t pay much attention to it. This inquisitive little boy seemed curious about his identity. He might have already guessed.
“It’s because of this species.”
“Yes…”
The boy’s dark eyes, which stretched out his words, were still full of curiosity. He’s a mysterious boy who makes him feel like he’s done something wrong for some reason why he lowers his head as if he’s disappointed. I might be fooled one more time.
“Look Carefully.”
Itzer rolled up his robe. His gloves, which he thought would cover his wrists, were long white gloves that completely covered his arms. And he tugged very slowly at the middle of his glove.
“Wow…”
As the white gloves are pushed out little by little, brown skin comes into view. No, you couldn’t even call it brown. It was a sweet-looking skin made by pouring white milk into milk chocolate.
“I am a dark elf.”
“Ah yes…? A dark elf?”
He thought of an elf with black skin to call it a dark elf, but I wondered if it would be correct to call it a milk chocolate elf instead of a dark elf. The mandulman-looking forearms were very thin, giving the impression of being healthy rather than sickly or skinny.
“I am not very surprised. Did you guess?”
“No, that… It’s called a dark elf, so it’s a little blacker… I think it’s black. It’s a different race…”
Izer laughed out loud at Marey’s words. How funny she was, with her head down she giggled and she laughed. Then she immediately pulled back the robe that was covering her face. Her thick black hair was pulled into her robe.
“You really don’t know anything about dark elves.”
The topaz-colored eyes looked oddly happy. Marey blankly looked at her face. Her long bangs were tucked behind her ears, but they were so long that they covered one eye.
“Surprised?”
“Ah yes. What…”
Marey hurriedly nodded her head. Itcher was beautiful enough to meet the boy’s aesthetic standards, which were raised high enough for Erden and other women of her variegated beauty. She especially couldn’t take her eyes off her skin, which looked soft and sweet, like milk chocolate filled with milk.
Itcher seemed to be waiting for something. She leaned back against the backrest and crossed her arms as she looked at Marey, smiling strangely. She thought about what to say, but she didn’t know what to say.
“Just… It’s beautiful.”
“…Huh?”
Isher’s eyes widened. And she let out a laugh as she clamped her mouth shut for what was so funny. Her short breath continued at the tip of her pointed nose.
“Ah, thank you. Thank you.”
Ycher kept one eye closed, and waved her hand roughly at her Marey. For some reason, she seemed to be in a good mood. I guess she was right to say this. Maray let out a sigh of relief inside her.
“You are a good boy. Yes, good boy now I get it Why did Professor Illien take you in as a disciple?”
Itcher suddenly started praising Marey. She scratched her cheek at her words of praise to the point that her face automatically turned red, and she avoided Ischer’s gaze.
“Yes? Oh, thank you.”
“Is that the end of the appreciation?”
“Ah… That’s it.”
What does itcher want? Her wobbly toes were visible. Do you want more praise? Oddly enough, Marey didn’t know about Isher. Her Idrienne, or her own woman’s mind, seemed to be intelligible now, but for her, as well as for her husband, only a still vague feeling flickered before her eyes.
So, let’s be honest.
“Very… You are pretty. Wow, to the point of surprise!!”
She unknowingly said it out loud, causing Marei to blush from her shame. Not knowing what Ycher’s expression would look like, I lowered her head.
“Isn’t it ugly? This brown skin. He looks like an elf, but he’s black, right?”
“He looks healthy rather than black…”
Itcher seemed dissatisfied with himself. She seemed dissatisfied with her race. She seemed to want to get rid of her brown skin and have white skin like Illien’s. But to Marey, she was Yéche Le Valentine, and her existence seemed to be nothing but a wonderful woman with a very healthy and sweet-looking body.
He knew all too well that it was her breasts that sat heavily on her hands with her arms crossed. She thought it would taste sweet when she took a bite. How does it feel inside? Could her inner flesh be the same color? At such a shallow thought, Marei struggled to look away from Ycher.
Whether he knew what Marey was thinking or whether she didn’t, Ycher chuckled. Just as she finished, the bell rang signaling that she had finished class.
“Okay, class is over. You may go.”
Marai nodded and packed her things. She seemed to have been revealed to Icher, so she dropped her book in a strange haste. Ycher picked up her book and even put her thick book in her Marey’s bag.
“Thank you. I’m just…”
“Marey de Parwen.”
She was about to leave the door, but when she heard her voice calling her from behind, Maray saw Ycher.
“Yes?”
“Are you coming next week?”
At Icher’s sudden question, Marei returned to her door as if surprised.
“Yes? No classes next week… ?”
“No, no. Next week I’ll be a little more relaxed. Study hard.”
Icher laughed a little, covering his mouth with his finger at what was so good. And after shaking her head from side to side, she stretched her leaning on her back as if she were feeling refreshed. Marey bowed her head to her once again and quickly moved on to her Philia and her meeting place.
“It would be nice if everyone didn’t care like you, but…”
Ischer’s muttering disappeared in the empty classroom. Even though class was over, Isher stared blankly at the door for a while.
“Icher’s class… ? Are you okay?”
Philia looked over at Marey with a confused look. Her complexion was normal for having taken Le Valentine’s lessons. Her eyes weren’t even blurry.
“Yes? Ah yes. Are you okay.”
Seeing Marey nod her head, Filia stroked her chin and made a small grunt. If it was her expression that her soul was drained, that would be the case, but she was rather worried as she walked leisurely as if nothing had happened.
“Show me how many…?”
Philia waved in front of Marey, drawing her V-shape with her hand.
“Two, two outlines?”
“Then what about this?”
An overview. Filia didn’t understand Marey’s answer as she looked down at him. No, we were facing each other now. She was a little shorter than herself, but she felt a little unfair that she was already the same height as hers. No, not this one
“Are you really okay? Did you doze off or think about something else during class?”
“No, I heard you. Really.”
Philia was looking at Marey’s face with her eyes glazed over. She didn’t seem to fully agree with Marey’s words.
“Hmm… Believe.”
“Yes?”
When the vampire princess suddenly said that she believed, Marei had no choice but to ask.
“I believe, that I listened diligently in class. Do you say no. Believe in you Yes, I think this is accurate.”
Her silvery-violet hair rustled in the wind, but her red eyes were looking only at Marei. Her elongated, elf-like ears were dyed red.
“Ah, thank you. Thanks Philia… I’m sorry… No, it’s not this, Leah. Thank you!”
“Whoops, you seem to be saying all sorts of things, Prince Fawen.”
Philia lifted the ends of her skirt and greeted her in her aristocratic manners. When the bewildered Marey greeted her according to her etiquette, she said philia haha. She laughed
“It’s a joke, a joke. When Marey reacts like this, she keeps wanting to play pranks.”
“Ugh… Look at me, Leah.”
Marey scratched her cheek and avoided Philia’s gaze. I could see her hand gripping the hem of her skirt. Seeing Philia spit out her embarrassing words, Marei lowered her head.
“If you praise like that, Philia won’t be ashamed…?”
“Hmm… How about…”
Philia strode out in front of her. Then she turned to see Marey, and she smiled dazzlingly.
“I am very, very embarrassed. It’s amazing that I can say this, and it’s such a shame. I want to.”
At the words of Philia, who directly revealed that she was ashamed of her, Marei was finally able to capture her Philia fully. Her hands gripping her skirt trembled slightly with tension, and she blushed not only her ears but also her face.
It was hard. I thought so.
Marey quickly approached Philia and grabbed her hand. She was a girl with lukewarm warmth, Philia, who always felt great, and when she thought that she was working hard at this moment, she was so lovely that I couldn’t stand it.
“Thank you. I’m embarrassed, too, but I’ll give you a lot of compliments… “
“Ahahaha. What is it. Is it an exchange of compliments?”
Instead of shaking her hand away, Philia avoided her gaze and smiled. Her little voice trembled as it came out of her mouth. With her other hand she was twirling her silvery purple hair that came down to her shoulder.
She kissed her lightly.
“What… It’s not a bad feeling.”
She didn’t really hate it when her elf-like, pointy ears fluttered surreptitiously at her. If she says she rather likes her, she thinks Philia will get angry. She had a nice sweet smell coming from her.
As if looking at someone else’s eyes, the red eyes that glanced at me, the white cheeks, the pink lips that wanted to say something, the slender neck, the pink dress where the collarbone was faintly visible, the white stockings underneath the dress, and the black shoes. . Entire. No, than this
A sweet scent, and a sweet body scent that seems to flow from her body. The dense body of a woman who is so familiar and never gets tired of it. When she smelled it, she couldn’t stand it any longer. Fortunately, there were no people around her.
“What are you looking around for so much.. Kyaa..?!”
Marais led her Filia’s arm. Philia let out a small noise as if surprised, but her arms held tight to her gave no resistance. I could feel the thump of her heart pounding in her wrist. Forced her into her bush.
A bunch of her flushed cheeks and tears at the end of her eyes tumbled straight up and climbed on top of her. The girl’s body shrunk as if she was nervous. Unlike Ravella and others, I liked her voluptuous and mature charm, as opposed to her youthful feeling and the thrill of her own age.
“Oh, Marey… This…”
The vampire princess stuttered as if embarrassed. He seemed to understand exactly what was about to happen. What would Idrien say if he saw this?
“You are a naughty child, Philia.”
Her philia eyes widened. Then she blushed even more and turned her head away to avoid Marey’s gaze. Idrien, the education of a meat toilet bitch who doesn’t even know the subject is helpful.
Marei casually passed the evaluation of Idrien, which Ravela had secretly brainwashed her into, passing through her mind. No, she thinks subconsciously, without even realizing what she’s thinking, she licks her lips at the figure of the attractive girl beneath her.
“I don’t know… Don’t look at me like that…”
The gaze that seemed to be licking all over her body, and between her trembling thighs, the body imprinted with pleasure was preparing itself. Philia understood that correctly, so she couldn’t see the boy sitting on top of her properly. Rather, she covered her face with her hands and wanted the other person to lead unilaterally.
She was a very mean child.
