My grandfather always told me stories of a great time in his generation, when heroes were abundant and evils were rampant. He gave names of great people and told me stories of them - A hero who sliced a demon in half with one swing, a princess who kept a proud dragon as a pet, a divine cleric who resurrected the dead...
There were so many stories he told that I lost count of all of them. Some of those stories, I liked, some I ignored, and then there were the ones I loved: the stories of an elf heroine who stood on top of every great people. I was at awe at how fantastic and incredible her stories were; it was like she was an incarnation of a goddess.
On a certain age, I learned how to read books. Since I was a noble son, I was allowed to read a huge catalogue of books on my own accord.
As usual, I looked for heroic tales. I searched and searched to find more stories of the elf heroine... and that's when I stumbled upon a dusty old book of a deceased sage.
The book I found was about the elf heroine. It was about Eria-sama. Opening the cover of the book, I saw the face of an incredibly beautiful woman... even though I was still only a child, I knew that she stood at the peak of beauty. Then, I fell in love.
The book were filled with stories that even my grandfather didn't told me, and I read all of them. I did not skip a page. Every day and every night, I would read in excitement.
And then, as I reached the end of the last story, I found there were still some pages left. What I saw on those pages opened a whole new world to me. Even more so, my attraction towards Eria-sama grew.
A few years later, I entered a prestigious magic academy. I didn't have the talent to wield a sword, so I practiced magic, and soon, I was able to acquire a level on it that surpasses my peers. I was also praised by my mentors. I felt proud of myself, but I don't really think it fed my ego. I knew I had a long way to go.
Then, while on a long vacation from the academy, I heard an interesting rumor circulating around the guild. Apparently, a strong beautiful elf has accomplished the most difficult quests in the guild of this town I was currently spending my vacation in. The rumor says it must be Eria the elf. I doubted it, but I just can't let a rumor like that pass my ears and learn later that it was true. I went to the guild for confirmation the same day I heard the rumor.
To my surprise, the guild was quick to confirm the rumor when I ask them. Maybe they saw the emblem on my uniform and did not have a choice but to answer, but that didn't seem to be so. Still, however, they said they'll refuse to point her out among the few elves that were living around town. A smug appeared on my face as I thought that wouldn't be necessary.
And so, I searched for Eria the elf myself for a few days. Then, I knew right away it was her when I saw her figure. She was exiting an inn, appearing to have business somewhere else. But I didn't want to waste the opportunity, so I shamelessly went and introduced myself. However, seeing her indecent appearance, I staggered my words.
"I'm wearing a bra, aren't I?" she said as she peaked over the valleys on her chest. "You're overreacting too much," she criticized.
And so, I met with her and I asked her to teach me. In the end, we settled on me, tagging along on one of her adventures as she trains me. Then we talked and I came to know that all the information I read on the book the sage wrote were correct. I praised the sage secretly in my mind... Still, however, there was one thing I would like to complain about to him... he did not perfectly capture the allure of her! *Cough! I almost choke on my self staring at her. Those breasts and backside were so shocking to see in person that my vision turns blurry and I almost slip out of my conscious every time I see them.
I came to know that walking behind her was a far way harder and harsher training than I ever did in the academy... I'm ashamed to admit that I was as stiff as I was when I first saw her drawings in that book.