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Chapter 270 Part 1

Translator: “Hakou” Editor: “Weasalopes”

The Northern city, which is a city in the Empire closest to the Spirit Forest.

After passing through the central square, the Griffon flew down a narrow alley toward its destination.

(Pii~!)

It chirped in its mind as it held a piece of paper in its beak.

The little white bird with hind legs sensed the threat and flipped itself around with its wings wide open.

Immediately afterward, a long-handled insect net was swung down from right beside it.

「It dodged it!」

A thin man with a pale face appeared from between the buildings.

He was the one who had informed the elf village about the Griffon, and his job was somewhere between merchant and adventurer.

At that time, he noticed the thick smell of money and planned to catch it.

「You sure have a good instinct, you bastard」

The little white bird easily dodged all the nets, even though they were swung around in a disorderly manner.

For the Griffon that has been trained a thousand knocks by Count Rosehip, this kind of thing is an easy feat.

「Kyua!」

It opened its mouth and fired wind magic. It was only as powerful as a finger flick, but it aimed for the man’s eyes.

Although it didn’t hit him directly in the eye, the impact was so close to his eyeball that he reflexively protected his face with his arm.

「Pii!」

The Griffon was aiming for this. He swooped down at the now defenseless sandworm.

The Griffon claws plunged deep into the sandworm’s two precious eggs.

「Gyaaaaaaahhhh!!」

Claws sharper than rose thorns pierced through the fabric. The attacker already settled to run away, while screaming and pressing his crotch.

The man threw the insect net away on the spot and fled into the gap between the buildings while bending forward.

The Griffon, however, did not pursue him. It descended to the cobblestones as if it had something more important to do.

「Pii」

A piece of paper that it dropped when it cast a wind magic. It had fallen into the gutter.

A small white bird walked and looked into it.

(It can’t pick it up because of the bars on the lid, huh)

Elder thought as she saw that figure. She had been hiding and observing it since earlier.

(But still… As expected of a Griffon. It’s powerful even though it’s still a chick)

The raven snake under her shapewear sent a wave of agreement. He insisted that he’ll be fine if he’s attacked, but now he’s feeling a little vulnerable.

(Well then, I guess we can sell a favor. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, is what the saying goes)

If they’re fighting against the elves now, they’re allies even though they’re humans. With that in mind, Elder emerged from the shadows.

『I see you’re in a trouble. Let me help you』

It was not a human language, but a spirit language.

She wasn’t sure a young beast could understand what she said, but she said it anyway. The Griffon jumped back and looked at her.

(It doesn’t seem like it’s going to attack me)

Elder crouches down, her heart thumping in her chest. She lifted the steel lattice lid with difficulty and managed to pick up the piece of paper.

It was dirty, but it seemed to be fine.

『I’ll just put it here, okay?』

Elder placed the paper on the cobblestones and took a few steps back.

Did it understand the spirit language, or read it from the atmosphere? The Griffon approached her and lifted the piece of paper.

It then flapped its wings a few times.

(Could it be that it tried to thank me?)

She can’t tell because it doesn’t speak and she doesn’t have any connection with it as her familiar. She just somehow felt that way.

The Griffon turned sideways and kicked the cobblestones with its hind legs to start running. After a short distance, the Griffon steps off and flies away to the back of the alley.

(I wonder if its master is nice. That Griffon is a lot nicer than the ones I saw a long time ago)

Elder bent her mouth sarcastically and looked away.

With this, she probably left a good impression. Her hands and clothes were a little dirty, but not enough to bother her.

(There’s no need to rush. At least this first meeting was a success)

She clapped her hands together to remove the mud and dirt from them and walked to the brothel where she worked.

There was still time before her work, but she wanted to do some research. She wanted to find out more about the Griffon’s owner, Count Rosehip.

(I should be able to figure it out soon if I go to the brothel)

The Northern city is small and has only one brothel. This meant that the store where she worked was the only place for gentlemen to socialize.

If he’s a man with high status, there’s no way he wouldn’t come.

(I had it sealed away, but maybe I could brainwash him)

It was a combination of magic and physical skills that she had been refraining from using since she was exposed in Awoke. She had planned to hold off on using it until the incident faded away from people’s minds, but it was worth the risk.

(What do you think?)

Elda put her hand on her chin on the spot and exchanged thoughts with the raven snake on her chest.

She hadn’t noticed. She didn’t realize that there was a man observing her from further behind as she watched the fight between the attacker and the Griffon.

(Did she just give the Griffon a letter?)

The one who said this in his mind was the fat high elf. He walked at his own quick pace in the direction indicated by the middle-aged woman at the stall.

Just as he entered a narrow alley, he saw a woman leaving a folded piece of paper to a small white bird with hind legs.

(So that woman is Count Rosehip, the master of the Griffon, huh)

But he immediately shook his head and denied it. The distance between them is too great for a master and their familiar.

The fact that she had it pick it up from the ground once was probably a sign that they were wary of each other.

He quietly walked back towards the plaza and resumed his thoughts when he got back to the entrance of the alley.

(Then she’s probably just a contact)

It was hard to imagine a Count, someone of high rank, all by himself in a back alley.

(Hm?)

And then, a beautiful woman in a long white toga emerged from an alleyway.

The fat high elf looked at her sideways as she passed by without noticing him, and he decided.

(Let’s go after her)

There was no sign of the Griffon. Instead, he thought he should check the place where the contact is returning.

There must be the nobleman of the human race, Count Rosehip, there. Perhaps even the survivor of the elven royal family who controls Count Rosehip behind the scenes is there too.

As if attracted by the scent of the perfume that Elder had left behind, the fat high elf started walking.

(So this is the place)

He had no experience in tailing someone, but the result was a success. No, he didn’t even have to follow her.

There was a large brothel near the square. She entered the building through the side entrance.

「She looks like a cool beauty, right? It seems that she’s also pretty popular, you know」

The man who spoke to the high elf was drinking what looked like ale from a nearby stall. He winked at him and opened his mouth which was missing one of its front teeth.

「I can totally understand why you might want to follow her」

He thought he had been following her without being noticed, but it seemed to be obvious to others.

After a moment of depression, he used a technique he had learned from the middle-aged woman at the stall earlier.

「How about I buy you a drink?」

He sat down beside him and made an offer.

The man with the chipped tooth smiled broadly and nodded. He grabbed the new mug that had been delivered to him and started to speak, even though he hadn’t asked him any questions.

「There’s something you need to know if you’re going to nominate her in the brothel」

Her play is with the curtains drawn and the lights dimmed. If you don’t accept these conditions she may refuse your nomination.

「It must be nice, a haughty but shy woman like her. I’d love to grab her by both wrists and push her down outdoors under the sun」

As the man continued to talk in a good mood, he thought while giving random responses.

(A play in the darkness huh? It’s convenient for me who’s an elf)

She wouldn’t be wary of him until the end.

(Once the play starts, she will be mine after all)

The fat high elf smiled out of the corner of his mouth, as he recalled the weakness of the human race.

After an hour or so of pounding on the innermost wall, they will go insane.

It had been more than a hundred years since he had done it with humans, but there should be no different now.

(By the time she realizes it, it will be too late. I will shatter the walls in her mind and make her a prisoner of using my magic)

After that, I can get all the information, and if possible, the Griffon. I can kill them, but it might be best to keep her alive.

(If I can make the Griffon my familiar, I can keep the villagers at bay)

Once the fear of revolution is gone and their safety is protected, his fellow high elves will surely stop using the Spirit Cannon.

If this happens, the life of the world tree will not be shortened.

(What we need now to save the world is time)

The fate of the world depends on the next generation of the world tree.

The survivors of the elven royal family are obsessed with reclaiming their throne, and the human race is blinded by their interest in the Spirit Forest.

They are too powerless to fight against the World Enemy that she, the pharmacist woman, has seen.

(After all, we elves are the only ones who can protect the world)

Thanks to the elves, this world can exist. Only those foolish people do not realize this fact.

They just make a fuss about their own interests.

(But that’s fine)

This is the duty and responsibility of a superior race. There is no need for gratitude or praise.

The fat high elf’s heart, which had lost all hope, lit up and his spirits began to rise.

The question was whether or not the proud Griffon would become one of his familiar, but he thought it was quite possible.

(Fortunately, it’s still a chick. I’m sure I’ll be able to bring them to their knees with force)

Griffons build their nests near the treetops of the world tree. The chicks are carefully raised by their parents and do not come down to the ground until they leave the nest.

The royal family had a hard time getting them to be their familiar because they had to deal with adults first.

「Thank you for the info. It was helpful」

When the man began to repeat the same story, the fat high elf pushed a large bag of sweets and left the table.

「Sweets don’t go well with alcohol though」

The chipped tooth man said but took it happily.

「Thanks, old man. Make sure not to overdo it and break your back, alright?」

The fat high elf looks back at him with eyes full of determination and heads towards the brothel.

As he passed through the entrance, he saw the lobby overflowing with customers. The place seems to be quite busy.

(Can’t be helped. Let’s try the same thing)

Remembering the effect on the man with a chipped tooth, he walked up to the concierge who was standing by the wall.

He put a few silver coins in his hand. The concierge looked surprised for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and asked what he wanted.

「I’m looking for a woman」

She is wearing a long white toga and a gold belt. He also told him that she had just entered the store through the side door.

「I understand, sir. However, she will not be available until late in the evening. Would you like to make a reservation?」

He nodded deeply, relieved that the concierge understood right away.

The fat high elf went for a cup of tea at the restaurant attached to the store to ponder while he waited.