Chapter 79: The Elves’ Common Sense Of Persistence (4)

Chapter 79: The Elves’ Common Sense Of Persistence (4)

“Will you marry me?”

Be my political sacrifice (X)

Come on, give it to me! (O)

After chewing over the jumbled translator output, I grinned broadly.

“But I don’t want to?”

“...Eh?”

Eve, momentarily unable to comprehend what she had heard, made a foolish noise.

But it didn’t take long for her to understand what I had said, and her complexion quickly turned pale.

“Why, why not?!”

“Why not, you ask? Well...”

“Although I am a former queen, I was a queen nonetheless. I simply didn’t feel the need, but if I wish, I can reclaim the throne anytime.”

“I can also gain power whenever I want, you know? Since I’m kind of like a saint.”

“Then, then what about money? I haven’t made much due to my lack of skills, but the other elves aren’t like me. If I ask, they will all generously donate their gold.”

“That might be true. But I wonder if the Temple has collected more money than all the elves of the Continent?”

“Kkeuk...”

“More than anything, I’m not a materialist who marries for money... It’s a bit sad if that’s how you see me, Miss Eve.”

“No, not at all! I swear to the World Tree, I’ve never thought that!”

“Hmm. Well, let’s assume that’s the case. But still, it’s clear that it’s not a reason for me to marry you, Miss Eve.”

“That is...”

Eve chews her lips and eventually closes her eyes tightly and shouts.

“Then what about my appearance?! I know it’s quite something to say this myself, but I am confident that I possess exceptional beauty and physique even among the elves.”

“Wow...after money, it’s appearance. You do realize that what I said earlier applies here too? Just as I’m not someone who marries for money, I’m also not someone who marries for looks alone.”

“......!”

Having lost her words, Eve bowed her head deeply.

Of course, if appearance was a major consideration, Eve would certainly be welcomed anytime...but not yet. There’s also the matter of order.

Eve’s is merely third place...!

Muttering to myself, I look up at Eve, who couldn’t bring herself to raise her head.

Her face was marred by shame and self-loathing. At this, one corner of my mouth curled up into a smirk.

“Perhaps, as Miss Eve says, I might be your destiny. It’s possible that you won’t meet another man besides me. ...But isn’t that your own circumstance?”

“......”

“Of course, your situation is unfortunate, Miss Eve. However, I shouldn’t have to devote my life to you just out of sympathy. I have my own goals and circumstances too.”

“......”

Yes. Eve, true to her forever-single ways, did get carried away with the mood and made a rash move, but by now she should have realized.

That she proposed to me simply because she was caught up in the moment...!

Well. To be honest, I’m not feeling bad about it. In the continent of Pan, where gender roles are reversed, a woman’s appearance does hold value, though it’s not extraordinarily high...but at least it’s a major matter to me.

There’s no way I’d refuse when a woman like Eve says she’s the only one for me and offers everything from money to power if I marry her.

However, as I mentioned earlier, I have a purpose to address the dark foreshadowing I’ve scattered across this world.

Just maybe. It’s just a hypothesis, but...

Could it be that Eve turned evil because she was rejected by the protagonist after being too clingy?

It’s like if I can’t have it, I might as well destroy it.

She ruled the country wisely in her own way, and now lives a good life adhering to the classical elven lifestyle, but I wondered if Eve would really turn evil just because she was rejected...

Seeing the content of the translator, I now think it might actually be possible.

As if hiding my astonishment, I grabbed Eve’s head and hugged her tightly.

Eve’s face buried in my chest. I gently stroked her trembling light green hair, an unexpected event for her.

Like comforting a child who has caused trouble.

Eve’s trembling slowly subsided. Only after she had completely calmed down did I continue in a low voice.

“No. That won’t happen. I won’t let it.”

“Eh?!”

Eve startled, as if my statement was a contradiction of what I had said before.

This is sincere. I can’t live just for Eve, but it doesn’t change the fact that Eve is someone I need to embrace.

Even if she has lived nearly 50 times the age of my current and past life combined...no, this elder...um. Anyway, even for a long-lived species, that part doesn’t change.

Eve is my child.

With that sentiment, I tightened the arm that was embracing Eve’s head slightly.

“It’s not that I dislike Miss Eve. It’s simply that I can’t marry Miss Eve right now.”

“Does that mean it will be different later?”

“Of course. By then, I’ll be an adult, won’t I?”

“Ah... You are so mature that I didn’t pay attention to your age, Sir Jonah.”

Indeed. Marrying a minor would attract societal criticism, so I must endure it (X)

The grooming angle is sharp (O)

I decided to give Eve, who had started to spin her delusions alone again, a dose of reality.

“And there are other people besides Miss Eve.”

“O, ther people? What does that mean...”

Stop NTR!(X)

3P...possible!(O)

I brought my lips close to the elongated ears of the helpless lewd elf.

“There’s another woman I’ve promised to marry. And Miss Eve might not be the last.”

“......!”

Eve, perhaps now grasping the situation, gasped.

I whispered into her ear with a voice full of unrestrained mischief that I couldn’t quite hide.

“Sorry. My lower half is a bit busy.”

“......?”

Oops! I meant to just soothe her...!

Eve reacted so honestly that I ended up saying it without thinking.