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If the story had been frivolous, I could have let it slide, but Xenon’s Biography is composed of stories that could truly happen. Therefore, readers couldn’t help but immerse themselves in it. Moreover, it possessed a writing style and readability that had not been seen before, leading people to naturally believe that I was a sage who had experienced the world alone for decades and a scholar who had visited Alvenheim’s Sanctuary.

If I had written a novel based on facts from my past life, I would have focused on the importance of historical accuracy, but this is a fantasy world where anything can happen. Here, it’s perfectly normal for impossible battles and magic to run rampant, and common sense is turned upside down to the point where even a Steam Locomotive is considered scientifically accurate.

In fact, there was an attempt in the dwarf nation of Makina to invent steam engines, but I heard that, except for a few isolated cases, they all failed because they were too complicated.

Anyway, as far as I’m concerned, I didn’t need to scrutinize historical accuracy in detail, but I was still anxious because it meant that the moment my identity was exposed was getting closer and closer as the underlying current was revealed.

Moreover, the story features not only humans but also various other races, including demons, elves, dwarves, and beastmen.

So I need someone to consult with, but for demons I have Cecily, so that’s okay, and for elves I have Arwen and Siris. Also I have a lot of knowledge about dwarves from books, and their role is not that significant.

The only problem left is the beastem, who don’t have a good relationship with humans to this day. Furthermore, because the beastmen country of Animers was established not long ago, no one knows what kind of structure it has.

‘Well, there’s Leona… but she’s a bit difficult to deal with.’

Although Leona is the only beastmen I have a friendly relationship with, I can’t say whether my relationship with her is good or bad. We just occasionally cross paths and exchange a few words.

Even though we coincidentally formed a connection, it didn’t significantly change my daily life. Moreover, recently I’ve been focused on attending history lectures, so I rarely come across her.

‘First, let’s focus on the story between the Elves and Dark Elves. It will take time for the Beastmen to make a proper appearance.’

I pushed aside my concerns about how to describe the Beastmen and devoted myself to writing. In Xenon’s Biography, the country of the Beastmen appears late due to their isolationist policies.

Above all, at the moment, the Elves take precedence over the Beastmen. The invasion of Alvenheim alone is planned to take up a substantial portion spanning two volumes.

Therefore, it is a priority to first organize the structure of Alvenheim rather than the Beastmen. Fortunately, I received advice from Arwen, so it wasn’t a problem.

‘First, the Council is the highest authority, followed by the Warrior’s Commander, and…’

The Elven army operates as a small elite force, unlike humans with a large population. The reason why each Elven warrior is worth a hundred men also stems from this.

Not only that, even civilians possess formidable power. From a young age, they receive basic martial arts and magic training from their parents, and they also undergo training at the “Lecheron,” which is known as the first academy.

Furthermore, when you think of a warrior, you might envision someone wielding a sword and shield, but Elves also include spellcasters. However, warriors specialized in magic are often referred to as “Magi.”

In any case, the position of “Warrior’s Commander” is the commander who leads all the aforementioned groups. As a commander, their personal strength is devastating, and they rarely participate directly.

Because of this, during the racial war, many questioned why the Warrior’s Commander had to personally engage with humans. In fact, it is quite common for them to refrain from participating. Considering the rank of a commander, it is only natural, but such an arrogant mindset was ingrained in the elfs by default.

Except for one person, Ikehr, who understood the true nature of humans.

He employed extraordinary strategic tactics, leading the Human Alliance to press forward forcefully. Despite sensing the imminent danger, he personally took part in the battle. Unfortunately, as you may already know, he was apprehended by the Council of Elders, and judged as a war criminal.

‘In Alvenheim, there are four Warriors. They say that Elven Warriors dedicate themselves to the army until death, so there won’t be anyone like a reclusive master.’

Elves, with their stubborn nature, tend to devote their entire lives to the profession they have chosen due to their unique personalities. Retirement after reaching a certain age, does not exist for them. Even if they suffer injuries, they often remain as mentors.

Therefore, even if Alvenheim is invaded, they will steadfastly endure. However, as they engage in battles against the devils forces, their strength will gradually diminish.

‘But why don’t the elves utilize wizards like an air force?’

As you could see when Cecily levitated me during the exhibition, it is evident that with a little effort, elves can freely soar through the sky. It is puzzling whether elves or demons can actually utilize wizards as an air force. If they were employed like scouts or bombers, humans wouldn’t stand a chance.

Of course, narrow-minded and traditionalist elves may stubbornly insist on direct confrontation, disregarding even such cunning tactics. But it would be beneficial to introduce another Warrior to Xenon’s Biography, incorporating such a concept.

‘If this changes their perspective, then…’

Since the concept of an “air force” doesn’t exist in this world, one could simply laugh it off and move on. It could be dismissed as an amusing notion, akin to a steam locomotive.

As I continued writing the story, I found myself hesitating and pausing. While I have ample knowledge about elves, I know very little about their combat methods.

I know to some extent that they insist on a frontal confrontation, but I didn’t know what weapons they use, whether they fight while using magic, and finally, how their organization is structured, etc. It’s not exactly classified information, but I lacked knowledge about the most fundamental aspects.

As I pondered on what to do, and with no apparent solution in mind, I decided to summon Siris.

‘While I’m at it, I should ask about the detailed lifestyle of Dark Elves.’

Alvenheim was invaded by devils, and eventually even the World Tree was set ablaze, causing the Elves to leave their homeland. One of the havens they sought refuge in was a forest where Dark Elves concealed themselves.

In reality, the Dark Elves lead a secluded life in deep forests, but it wasn’t a primitive lifestyle. It’s practically like a city. Siris once mentioned that Dark Elves are quite skillful due to their harsh living conditions, similarly to demons.

‘Nevertheless, it would be much better to ask.’

I momentarily set down my pen and opened the desk drawer, revealing tightly rolled parchment. It had a capacity of not just one sheet but almost dozens of them, making it quite thick. It was a magical communication tool for summoning Siris.

If I tear this paper, the message will reach Siris, and she can choose to respond or refuse my summoning.

‘This time, she won’t come in the middle of bathing.’

Last time, I called her and she arrived in the nude. When I asked in a bewildered state, she explained that she was in the middle of taking a bath…

In the end, when she responded to the summon, I at least told her to put on some clothes before sending her back. After that, I never had a reason to summon her again, but I was worried if it would be the same this time.

Dark elves are said to be more adaptable than ordinary elves, but Siris is quite strict. Fortunately, she only gets summoned to the accommodation, so I don’t have to worry about getting caught, but I still feel tense for some reason.

Swoosh-

As I pulled out a sheet from a well-rolled scroll, I saw a magic circle filled with unknown characters. I know that it takes a strand of Siris’ hair to create this one magic circle.

I stood up and walked to a slightly wider area. Without hesitation, I tore the paper apart.

Rip!

As soon as the paper was torn precisely into two pieces, it turned into blue particles and dispersed into the air. Now that the message has been sent to Siris, all I have to do is wait.

Although I feel a little sorry for bothering her with such trivial matters, she always follows along without complaints. In fact, she’s practically like a half slave, even though I only call her a messenger. Of course, I don’t actually treat her like a slave.

‘It’s a bit late today.’

Until the last summon, when I tore the paper, Siris immediately responded and was summoned. However, today’s summon is slightly delayed for some reason.

If there are circumstances that make it impossible for her to refuse, I told her that she doesn’t have to respond to the summon.

Perhaps that’s why. Siris is also serving as Arwen’s escort, so she must be busy in various ways.

Just as I was about to put my disappointment aside and return to the desk, the light flashed.

“You called?”

“Huh?”

A husky yet low and dignified voice of a woman. There is only one owner of such a unique voice.

Upon this, I turned my half-turned body back to its original position and glanced at the appearance of Siris, feeling surprised.

Unlike last time, she didn’t come in a naked state while taking a bath, but only in underwear. However, even though it was black underwear that matched her pale skin, my gaze naturally drifted to more provocative areas.

Her well-defined 11 abs and underwear that barely covered her ample chest seductively caught my attention. Even in her usual attire, she exposed a lot of skin, but now, with just underwear on, she stimulated my manly instincts.

I glanced at Siris in bewilderment, quickly scanning her from top to bottom, and hastily spoke up.

“Why, why are you dressed like that? Did you forget to put on your clothes?”

“I came during my sleep.”

“… …”

Upon hearing her words, I checked the time. It was currently 1:30 PM.

I’m not sure if dark elves are nocturnal or if Siris just took a nap and came like this, but there is a high probability that sleeping in underwear is her habit.

Seemingly aware of my confusion, Siris opened her mouth with her characteristic husky voice, as if recalling the incident of being naked the last time.

“Even though I’m in underwear, I’m not naked, so I judged that it would be fine to respond to the summoning.”

“No, I’m not okay with it.”

I had a headache due to Siris’ actions, which lacked any flexibility. While she might be suitable as an escort, she seemed completely clueless about everyday life. The problem is that Siris herself doesn’t seem to know what the issue is, as she tilted her head, looking bewildered. Thanks to her, I couldn’t help but seriously doubt the cultural norms of the Dark Elves.

Even though she’s only a half-slave messenger, I can’t quite figure out if she has any dignity. It’s unclear whether she has manners, given that she came while bathing or arrived in her underwear.

I glanced at Siris while I was covering my face. With her dark skin and the distinctive solid figure of a warrior, her destructive power was truly formidable.

“Um… Do Dark Elves have any dignity or something like that? I heard from Arwen that Elves consider showing their naked bodies to someone other than their partner as defiling their dignity…”

“That’s an Elven custom. Since we live in a harsh environment, we tend to be more lenient when it comes to sexuality. Even if a partner dies due to an accident or illness, if our hearts align, we can take another partner. However, adultery or rape deviate greatly from our norms and are subject to strict punishment.”

“What kind of punishment?”

“For males, their genitals are cut off, and for females, their inner parts are scorched with fire, rendering them infertile.”

“Uh…”

Thanks to that, I learned about the terrifying customs of the Dark Elves. Anyway, setting that aside…

“…I apologize for waking you up. If you want, you can go back and sleep.”

“Then may I take a short nap here? I don’t even have enough mana to cast teleportation because I was training until just now.”

Siris seemed really tired. Despite her stern tone, her golden eyes were gradually closing. She was forcing herself to keep her eyes open, but her blinking indicated that she had reached her limit.

Dark elves are said to undergo rigorous training that keeps them awake throughout the night for several days. If she appeared so exhausted, I wondered just how tired she must be. I looked at her with a sympathetic gaze and gave her permission.

Originally, the accommodation prohibited intrusions from others, but on the contrary, if someone entered secretly, no one would know. It meant that there would be no problem for Siris to sleep here.

“…Do as you please. There’s a blanket, so sleep warmly.”

“Thank you. Then, excuse me for a moment.”

And so, as soon as Siris was summoned, she slipped into the bed where I was sleeping and began to fall asleep. Like her fatigued face, she peacefully slept on the soft bed…

“There’s a nice fragrance from the bed.”

“…Just go to sleep.”

It seemed that I would have to seek advice from Siris after she woke up.

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