"...Well, all right then, Aunt Irus."

Pralulu had to let go of Ilus reluctantly.

"Be sure to come find me."

The elf girl Pralulu returned to her original position.

As a result, as soon as he returned, he ran into the elven archbishop with a dark face.

Her eyes were staring silently at Pralulu.

"Alas!?"

Pralulu's face turned pale, and she immediately curled up into a ball like a frightened bird.

As he trembled as he passed by the archbishop, the archbishop whispered another sentence.

"I'll settle the score with you when I get back to the church."

“… …”

At this moment, Pralulu was completely wilted. She stood silently behind the archbishop with her head down, her little mouth pouted in grievance, almost shedding tears.

Led by the elves, the federal troops continued to approach the Elf King City.

On the way, Hulim turned her head and looked at Pralulu, who was mixed in with the elves with a look of grievance on her face.

Looked at her carefully.

Judging from her appearance, Pralulu is probably only about thirteen or fourteen years old, but this is based on human standards. For an elf, her actual age must be much older.

She had bright emerald eyes similar to Irus's, platinum-colored hair of the same texture, a flower-shaped emerald ornament on her forehead, and wore a white clergy dress with the church emblem.

Most importantly—

That look of pretending to be "wronged" is exactly the same as that of someone not long ago.

If there were no close blood relationship, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

Speaking of which.

As for Irus, most of what he knew was information about her herself. He knew very little about her family and relatives.

"Irus——"

Hulim turned to look at Irus beside him.

"What's wrong~?"

Irus looked at her with a smile on her face.

“… …”

For some reason, seeing her smile, Hulim didn't want to talk anymore.

"You can ask me anything you want to know~"

Hulim didn't say anything, but Irus couldn't wait to talk to him.

In desperation, Hulim had to ask:

"Irusi, is Pralulu your family?"

"What what!" Irus's eyes seemed to be shining, "Pululu? Why does Hulim care about Pululu so much? Could it be that——"

Hulim was speechless.

This elf!

He must have noticed that I was observing Pralulu, so he was waiting for me here, right?

"——Hulim, you're not jealous of Pralulu~?"

"ha?"

"Hate it~, Hulim, you think too much~!"

“???”

Irus smiled and poked Hulim's cheek with her finger.

Puff~, puff~.

"Don't worry, Hulim is still the most important thing to me~!"

“???”

Phew~.

What's going on with this elf!?

Phew~.

Is it broken? Is her brain finally broken? Who can help her fix it?

Puff~, puff~!

The veins on Hulim's forehead kept throbbing, and he finally couldn't help but shout:

"Stop it now, how long are you going to poke me?"

... ...

Elf King City.

After the elves' reception, Hulim went to the garden of the royal city for a walk alone.

The architecture of Ilz is very different from that of humans and orcs. The style is more natural and elegant. The most important thing is that there seems to be no concept of height here. Buildings can appear at any height. The square where we landed before was built at a height of more than 100 meters from the ground.

Of course, the garden in front of us is also a real hanging garden.

It is said that the reason for this situation is that the elves built their buildings as high as possible in order to be closer to the World Tree.

"Hey, are you the one who was with Aunt Irus before?"

A voice came from not far away.

Hulim looked up and saw an elf girl sitting on a wall.

"You are... Pralulu."

“Hey—”

Pralulu jumped down from the wall, walked up to Hulim in two or three steps, and looked at Hulim curiously.

"You know me?"

"Yeah," Hulim nodded, "After all, I heard it before."

"Oh, yes, there's also this matter. By the way, what's your name?"

"I'm Hulim Hyeral."

"Hulim?!"

Pralulu was surprised, and then her eyes sparkled as she said, "I know this name! Aunt Ilus told me about it before. I didn't expect you to be the one."

"Irus? What did she tell you about me?"

"Hmm..." Pralulu shook her little head and said, "They said you were amazing, cute, and funny... Come to think of it, I always thought Hulim was a more reliable elder, but you don't seem that way. Can you tell me how old you are?"

“I’m 14 years old.”

“Eh—! 14 years old!?”

Pralulu was dumbfounded and snapped her fingers.

"14 years old, 14 years old! Younger than me, younger than me... Really? Are you not lying to me?"

"You can tell from this kind of thing, right? I'm a human after all, and I grow much faster than you elves."

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