Chapter 217 - Episode Twelve - High Elf Sorcerer, Devin (5)

You are a high elf?

I said this with my wand in tow, pointing it at the elf.

High elves are famous for their terrifyingly high magical power and their arrogant nature.

Im not sure how many times Ive seen them, though, as they rarely come down to earth.

Hmm? Norcs has a strange cry, doesnt it? It looks like Ive been called you. How dare a mere norcs call me something like that, fufufu. Youre funny.

He hides his mouth with his long fingers and smiles deliberately.

Its even more refreshing to be made fun of this much.

Me-, Mea and Abel are not norcs! Abel is a Marren and Mea is a Doom!

As expected, Mea was also angry at the elfs argument and complained to the elf.

When the elf glared at her, her body shook for a moment and then stepped forward to protect me.

Its the opposite, opposite! If youre afraid, you can back off!

Marren! Oh, that Marren! You guys are like that, right? You call yourself a high elf on earth or something, right? Thats funny.

Sure, there are such names, but they are not self-described.

Its just an alias.

But to bring it up to this guy here and now is terribly infuriating.

Mea tried to silently move her hand to the quiver after seeing my expression, but I gently blocked it with my hand.

Dont do that.

When I whisper, Mea replies in a hushed voice.

B-But hes making fun of Abels tribe, you know? Are you sure?

Let it be said. Its not like its going to hurt me by bad-mouthing.

Its in these situations that Abel is rather mature.

Hearing my cessation, Mea let her hand down.

Dont get emotional.

Its obvious that theyre trying to pick a fight, but if you come out of it with a low profile, you will be able to pass them off properly.

This elf can control a stone doll that can kick out a bunch of C-class magic beasts.

This is not just a small fry. In terms of sorcerers, hes a few steps ahead of Icarus and Ebelheid.

And right now, Im tired.

I dont want to come here and start an unnecessary fight, and if I speak back carelessly, the longer Im going to have to talk to this obnoxious elf.

This is the place to hold on and endure it.

Oh, so you fight with that wooden doll. Fufufu, did you know? I heard that Marren was defeated by the High Elves in a war a long time ago, when they were defeated by geological forces, and then he forcibly converted the wooden dolls he used for rituals into weapons, and started to stop the power struggle and start fighting in an unexpected way. Isnt that kind of uncool? It means that youve accepted that you cant win in a purely magical fight. You started doing nothing but fighting makeshift battles. So youre still using that surprise toy as a weapon.

What?

As expected, I lost my patience.

What may have been a long time ago for you guys is just a funny story about your grandfather to us. You dont even know how long youve been using it. Its sad to see a short-lived species.

So you didnt hear from your grandfather? I heard that you were badly injured by the surprise toy and run back. Thats what happened to the buried stone doll over there with my surprise toy, according to you.

The eyelids of the elfs bright red eyes twitched nervously.

You know a lot about the Marren tribe for someone who talks about Norcs. You actually noticed it at first sight, didnt you? Its embarrassing to be too conscious of it, so lets just call it norcs for now

Mea pecked me on the back.

Um I thought you said just go through with it

With a thud, the elf thrust his staff into the ground.

Meas shoulders jerked up and down in response to the sound.

Its easy for the Norcs to prove themselves insignificant to us High Elves. It would be easy for me to burn you to death right here and now, dismember you, or freeze you to death. The only hassle is that there are so many ways to do it that its hard to choose which one to use.

His tone is eerily flat, but theres a quiet killing intent to it.

Fortunately for you, though, Im a very, very proud member of my race. Im going to give the profane and short-lived Norcs a chance. You know, if you claim to have sunk my Stone Servant with that toy, thats easy. Lets see who can hunt more monsters, my Stone Servant or the toy. Youre not going to say that you cant, are you?

So, what does that mean if you win?

Im a nice guy. Lets see, if I win, Ill let you guys choose the way you want to die. But you dont have to worry about it. If you guys win, Im going to back down with an open mind.

He smiles again, hiding his mouth, and then opens his left red eye and looks into mine.

Ive got to kill the Norcs who stand up against me, but even if I do, I have to teach him a lesson first. The difference between the races, the disparity. Thank goodness, if I wasnt a proud one, you would be dead without this kind of reprieve.

If, hypothetically, I win, can I give you the terms?

Fu, fufufu! Nice, I dont like bossy, naive, or stupid, but as prey, youre great. Fine, you can say whatever you want. If you can beat me, I will reward you. I am the most powerful sorcerer of all the High Elves. If I lose to a mere Norcs, I will never again set foot in the land of Alfheim, the sky country. Im willing to give you my life, or anything else you want. The sky country of Alfheim is rich in resources. Magic stone? Money? Ill make sure you Norcs has enough money to live and play with for the rest of his life. Our grimoire is alright too. The Norcs mundane folk want it badly enough, dont they? Anything you want to say is free. Now, go ahead and say it.

Well, , if Im presented with so many things, Im in trouble. Hmmm please one moment.

I took off my shoes and poked the bottom of them at the elf.

Yeah?

Lick.

Eh?

When I win, then lick the bottom of my shoes.

really, you really seem to have a lot of courage.

The elfs forehead wrinkled as his red eyes widened and his eyelids twitched.

F-For Abel give up money and grimoire

This one really annoyed me a little bit.