'Elf, aren't those pure beggars?'
Entering the village of elves, I naturally couldn't help but recall the conversation with Grand Duke Cablowjob.
Unlike the dwarves' cities, which had a splendid yet magnificent taste, the elves' villages were literally nothing.
All that could be seen was a sloppy house built erratically on a tree, and even that was meager.
Perhaps the condition of the village also had an effect on the dwarves' dislike of the elves.
Even as a human from a rural village, I felt that the elves' village was backward.
To be honest, it looked worse than the shantytown where the poorest people live.
Of course, having visited the elves' village in my previous life, I was less shocked.
However, the faces of my party were full of surprise.
"Eh, I didn't expect the elven village to be like this."
"So, is this unexpected?"
Right now, Karen and Genoa are looking around the elves' village with expressions of surprise.
Dalsignian, who was tied to the saddle of my horse, looked skeptical as to whether they had waged a war against a place like this because they thought they had something to lose.
"By the way, don't you feel strangely offended?"
At least, Marian, who was from Raksha Street, acted as if the scenery of the elves' village was not so unfamiliar, but words of displeasure came out of her mouth.
And at Marian's words her, Karen and Genoa slowly nodded.
Of course, being poor is not a bad thing.
However, the attitude of the elves who came out of the house to watch us was enough to spoil the other person's mood.
The faces of the elves were full of strange pride.
What can I say?
It was an expression asking what the dignity of the elven village was, where the dwarves were terrified, the humans admired, and the demons envied.
'Ha, these beggars.'
Again, poverty was not a bad thing.
However, it was only natural that the attitude of pretending to be great with something that was not so great was felt to be precious.
In addition, I was one of the people who knew more precisely than anyone else why the elven village was like this.
Externally, they made a fuss about pursuing a life in harmony with nature, but in reality, they only hated tasks such as building houses and maintaining roads.
The reason the elven queen followed me and joined her party her in the previous episode was to rip something off the humans and dwarves.
"Ignore it, ignore it."
As I watched the party slowly begin to show their unpleasant expressions on the outside, I exhorted them.
After all, he had to fight alongside the elves, and there was no reason to waste his emotions.
"Are you a warrior?"
Our group headed to the center of the elven village and finally met the elven queen Isabella.
Isabella asked, staring at me with her ugly expression.
Certainly befitting the chieftain of the elves, who are said to be loved by the gods, she had a seemingly flawless appearance, and even her voice was full of grace.
She is so beautiful that even the women, Genoa, Karen, and Marian, open their mouths and stare blankly at her.
However, I was not particularly impressed as I knew very well what kind of bitch Isabella was.
"Are you here? Beggar King?"
"Yes?"
At my words, Isabella's expression hardened.
No, she was blinking with an expression she didn't expect it to be towards herself.
"Oh, that was a mistake. Let's pretend I didn't hear it."
I said that to Isabella, who was looking at me with a cold expression in an instant, and soon I could hear laughter bursting out from behind her.
The culprit, who unknowingly burst into laughter at this situation, was a man with a solid body. He was probably the lightsaber Duke Cablowjob was talking about.
"… You're being rude in the first place."
Isabella, who glanced at the old man who appeared to be a lightsaber, said so to me.
"A mistake? To be petty."
"Squeeze, squat?"
It wasn't really a mistake, but I said that to Isabella with the utmost shamelessness.
Embarrassed by the ensuing attack, Isabella bites her lower lip hard as she realizes that if she continues to weigh the matter, she will only lose herself to her.
"After. If you say so, I won't ask anymore."
"Yes. It's a mistake. Mistake. Who dares to call the noble Elf Queen the Beggar King?"
"…"
I felt Isabella's body her tremble again at my words, "Beggar King."
The elves who were watching the situation, unless they were fools, had no choice but to know that I was making fun of their queen, and the atmosphere in the forest quickly cooled.
"Ah, yes. There is no way that any human would consider the elven queen to be a beggar."
It was the lightsaber, Frank, that changed the atmosphere.
Of course, his words did n't convince the elves, it just felt like the elves' hostility towards me had been relieved by half.
'Hmm, it's my first time seeing a lightsaber, so it's a bit awkward.'
I slightly frowned at the lightsaber smiling at me.
In any case, there were many lightsaber skills that I enjoyed using, and those were things I acquired after the lightsaber.
If you saw the lightsaber, you could have doubts about where you got those skills, and if you ask, it's because it was close to stealing, so there was a corner that stabbed you in the heart.
"I didn't say beggar. I thought it would be the beggar king."
"If you put a king on a beggar, what difference will it make? Isn't that right, disciple?"
As if my words were interesting, the lightsaber said that to the woman next to me.
I saw a woman with short brown hair, quite common on the continent, laughing with a troubled expression at the words of the lightsaber.
"Master, a little…"
The woman who responded to the lightsaber's words was tall and slender, and had a toned body built through her workouts of her, so even when she was next to the elven queen, she didn't feel that her appearance of her was so drooping.
She was rather a flower in a perfect greenhouse, next to the elven queen she was a woman who felt like a wild flower boasting her own fresh and healthy feeling her.
'Lightsword apprentice, memo.'
I looked at the lightsaber again after keeping my eyes on the woman who was said to be a disciple of the lightsaber with a strange gaze.
Although there was a corner where he stabbed him once, he had not yet used the technique in front of him.
Well, I thought that even if I later argued about the originality of the lightsaber, it would be okay if I boldly went out with the words that it was a noble class.
"After… Anyway, you're here to help us, right?"
Isabella, the elven queen, asked me that, probably feeling that the initiative had been taken away from the conversation between me and the lightsaber.
I nodded lightly at her words, and soon I saw Isabella's gaze on my companions.
They were the ones who were ignored by me, but in fact, they weren't the ones who deserved to be ignored anywhere.
She was a saint right away, a genius of the Mage Tower and the daughter of the Darius family.
"Um, so… It was an operation miss."
Isabella's gaze of her, which was muttering to herself like that, eventually turned to Dalshinyang, who was clinging to my words.
"That… What is it?"
The appearance of Dalsignian roughly loaded on the saddle while being restrained was difficult for anyone to see as my companion.
"Everything, moonshine? Queen, that woman is the Demon King."
In the end, someone who recognized Dalsignian shouted that, and the elves gathered in the village began to hum.
"If it's a moonshine… Aren't you the one who led the beast tribe?"
"Are you sure. How unlucky was the woman on the battlefield last time?"
"They say it's a hero, but it's definitely different. I'm going to catch the officers of the Demon King's Army."
"Isn't that the cowl that's leading the beasts now?"
I listened to the conversations of the elves and looked at Dalsignian with a pathetic expression.
As befits Darcy Nyang, who has a arrogant personality from the beginning, it seems that she has accumulated karma step by step even among her elves.
"What happened? I guess this needs an explanation."
Isabella the Elven Queen looked at me with her eyes asking for an explanation, and I saw her lightsaber also staring intriguedly into my face.
The simplest way was to tell the truth.
One month after the fall, Nyang escaped from the Demon King's army, and if she was captured in the process, there was nothing wrong with it.
No, on the contrary, since the elves were not very nice to Dalsignyang, he might be treated quite well.
'Well, if the beggar treated it.'
But I had no intention of just handing over Dalsignyang.
I couldn't possibly see the elves gulping down what I had worked so hard to catch without lifting a hand.
"Hero, what is your answer?"
I watched the elven queen urge her to answer, and she slowly opened her mouth.
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