108 Lesson 107

Ethereum and Deena, who were able to obtain books by Grevin, will check the contents of those books when they return to the Inn.

"The elders put out quite a few books, too."

"Hey."

From the books I get, I stack only the books written by the elders on the table, but even then there were nearly ten.

One of them was about the battle of a thousand years ago, which, unlike the stories currently told in most countries, contained content close to the truth. It was much the same as what I read in Toula, but it was even more detailed. Although censorship was carried out and blurred, some seemed to have flowed to other countries and what was in Tula's library was one of them.

"Our battle a thousand years ago is detailed, and it says a lot that only we know. I guess one of them survived is an elder."

Aotea takes the book and rolls it all over with a look she might miss somewhere.

"Maybe you came to see me too... though I was sealed"

Deena was depressed and dropping her shoulders.

"It might have been difficult to meet Elf's country even if he had put it in the country because the theory of discrimination against other races would already have been on the rise. The sequence isn't up there, because Deena's a princess."

"Really?"

I give a little face to Aotearoa's words, but still the depression had not disappeared.

Aotea stroked Deena's head a little harder without saying anything.

"Wow."

"Don't look like that, thanks to the seal, you could see me too."

"... Yes!

Deena remained facing down unchanged, but the grief had faded from that look.

"Now, back to the book... this is mostly a story or something like that. I read a little bit about it in the library, but I don't know if it's going to solve the mystery or anything we want to know..."

Aotearoa takes other books, but the look was a refreshing face.

"Oh, but... hey, maybe this book isn't. Can you read it for a second?

Deena took one of her magic bags that looked old at first sight. It had a black cover and was more like a thick notebook than a book, to say the least.

"Hmm? Was there such a thing, this... written in a storytelling style, but like a diary?

"Yes, I found it at the end of the cleanup, but I was wondering if it was a little different in color from the other books. Read it too, Mr. Sota."

Going to the back page as Deena told me, there was an elder's upcoming appointment written there.

"Well, with this... Deena, you've often found something like this. Big deal."

Aotea grinned and stroked Deena's head again.

Then I glance back at the notebook again and read it in turn from the back page.

"This is..."

Ethereal's hand stopped just after reading through a few pages.

"? Mr. Sorta, what's wrong?

"Deena, we're going to the castle again!

"What? Yes!

Not so long after returning from the castle, Deena rushed to follow Ethereum, who was surprised to eat his face but had already risen.

When they went to the castle, Aotearoa and the others were guided to a no-check visit. There were already kings and heavy towns there.

"Should I say you're here often or should I still say you're here"

"I still wonder if it's right"

Roudred answered the king's words.

"You knew it all."

Aotearoa asks with a slightly obstinate look.

"Well, I thought it was because it was exactly what I was talking about, but just in case it's possible,"

"I came here in the millennium, so I wanted to make sure."

Roudred supplemented the king's words.

Deena looked in turn at Ethereum, the King and Loudred's face, wondering what it was about.

"Deena, the notebook you found, but I was a notebook written by an elder. After that battle, the elders came to the land of the dwarves, the land of the dragons, and this country, and maybe to other countries."

Deena was nodding to Ethereal's words with a serious look on her face.

"So I left that story behind in this country. And he told the royal family and state agencies here that I might come one day and asked them to take it over from generation to generation."

"What? Well..."

Aotearoa and Deena saw the Kings.

"Oh, we know about our hero, Lord Sota, a thousand years ago, and your sister, Lord Deenalius, the valiant soldier of the Elves. And that means it's you."

When Loudred said so, the next thing he knew, he looked sideways at the king.

"Talking about the tournament is a king's road trip. Blame the king if you blame him."

"Oh, hey, don't make me solely responsible!

The king panicked, but there was more laughter in the room.

"Well, I could return the interest by getting a ton of books, so I'm fine with that, but you haven't told me anything other than what I might come for? Where to go, who to meet, what to look for."

Hearing Ethereum's question, the king frowned between his brows.

"That's not the kind of detail you're telling me. What we're hearing is that you stopped by both dwarf and dragon races before you came to this country, and then there's the message. I thought you said something."

The king's tries to remember as he looks up.

"I'll leave you the information, but make your own decisions about the way to go. I think it was."

Loudred mouthed the elder's message.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it. You remember me well."

"After you two were here, I checked back right away."

"Decide for yourself, huh? You always said that. It was often relied upon because of its original position as a dwarf elder. But never give up on making our own decisions."

Hearing Grevin's remaining words, spoken by Roudlett, Ethereum was meditating on his eyes and remembering the numerous words he had received from his elders.

"And I'm telling you that I said what I wanted to tell you was in that notebook. Rude told me you took my notebook, so I was expecting you here."

The king said so while pointing to the notebook Ethereum had in his hand.

"Okay, I'm sorry for all the noise. Thank you for covering up the tournament. Loudred, thank you."

"Hey, to me!

The king pointed to himself and put in a cling.

"Oh, thanks for all the books"

That's all Aotearoa said, after the occasion. Once Deena bowed her head, she followed Ethereum in the room.

Beyond the door was the ambition of a repentant king.