After scouring every corner of the village and asking the local militia, no one has seen, let alone heard, of Sepesh Balaur. It’s almost like he never existed, and yet my lighter wallet and cursed blade thirsts for his blood.
“Please put that away, Enbos! Are you really immune to the curse?”
“Don’t worry, Takashi. I haven’t noticed a thing. Still, I want to shove this cursed blade down his throat!”
“Should I take this as a sign, father?”
“No, he just needs to cool his head! Enbos, you will not be joining us on the second trip!”
“Welcome Takashi! You’re a year early.”
“Hello Finn. I felt like visiting your bustling village. It’s almost like a small town!
“Hahaha, again with your silver-tongue. You wouldn’t have changed your entire migration for our humble village.”
“Though he did change it for a single skeleton,” mutters Chiyoko under her breath.
I’m sorry to say this, but it seems I’m busier than I thought. The hiatus will be extended by another week and posts will resume on the 28th of March.
It’s a good thing I didn’t end on a cliffhanger.
Hello. I regret to inform everyone that I will not be posting chapters for the following week. I’m going to be busy, and I simply don’t have the time or attention.
I’ll resume on the 21st of March from my time zone. I thank you for your patience and continued support.
Also, the site crossed 100k views. How exciting is that!
“I feel troubled entering a village filled with… humans.”
“For once, I wholeheartedly agree, Chiyoko.”
“Don’t be like that you guys. It’s an important part of our livelihoods, and you both need practice associating with humans.”
“… I understand, father.”
“… Yes, Takashi.”
“Kaito, pass to Izumi!”
“Did you really think you could trick me?”
“You won’t get past me!”
“Good job, Shou.”
A few weeks have passed since that first game of basketball. I’ve been keeping this group of four entertained between my regular activities. It’s a great way to pass my time, and to them I’m an untiring playmate. It cannot be overstated just how useful limitless stamina is when dealing with hyperactive children.
Usually they’re unfair games where it’s me against them, however…
As the name implies, it is the fabled homeland of the mysterious Elves. They are a long lived race who descend from the divine spirits that dwell within the World Stream. Every elf has high magic potential, but their bodies develop at a much slower rate. Naturally, these beings of power, beauty and longevity are envied by all. Continue reading