Part 9
In any race, there is what is called beauty and ugliness by individuals. It seemed that Elves were no exception.
「I am quite thankful for being invited to the dinner party.」
The man that appeared with a viscous voice, was more of an Orc than an Elf.
A pig.
At any rate, he was fat.
When Diablo wondered who he was, the Queen beckoned him over.
「Sit, sit.」
「Dufufufu……Why thank you, excuse me.」
He was a man that had a peculiar and greasy way of speaking. Elves had nothing but beautiful forms and looked young, but this guy was a middle-aged ossan (old man).
While wiping the sweat that rose to the surface of his skin with a handkerchief, the man sat down next to the Queen.
Rem expressed a complicated expression.
「……U, um……Who might, that person be?」
Expressing a whole faced smile, the Queen answered.
「This person is Durango. Shera’s husband that I have chosen! The next Greenwood King!」
「Haaaaaー!?」
Rem’s eyes went round.
Shera’s face went pale.
The Queen wasn’t perturbed.