Silvermoon Tree Garden is a place rich in resources. It is the origin of many special spices, the raw materials for magical potions, and some special supplies. In fact, many of these items are unique products that can only be found in Silvermoon Tree Garden.
The country closest to the World Tree, and its guardians, certainly possess special advantages.
The elves are one of the few nations without any hostile races—they resent the wickedness of humans, but do not despise them; they look down on the poverty of monsters, but still treat them as equals; they disdain the rudeness of dwarves, but try their best to communicate with them frankly; they are not used to the mannerisms of orcs, but still live in harmony with them.
This is the Elf race, a more friendly and powerful race than the Elf Ira saw in her previous life's novel. Directly belonging to the World Tree, they unabashedly display their beauty and sublimity to the whole world.
Of course, a nobleman with a brain fart wouldn't appreciate it.
That's why the relationship between humans and elves gradually deteriorated.
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"Aren't you going to ask them to pass on a message to your old flame?"
As always, on this terrace, Vera asked Ira this question. Looking at the elven carriage approaching in the distance, she remarked, "It seems to be a huge trading caravan. We're going to have a good time this time."
Ira stood beside her as always, tapping Vera's head as always, saying, "I told you, Cassieopea is my friend, not some old flame."
As he said this, Ira didn't care about Vera's "Do you think I believe you?" expression. He shook his head and said, "Why are you still here? Didn't we agree to give that stone tablet to the elf caravan so they could take it back?"
"Huh? I'm going?"
Vera looked puzzled. Although it sounded like an interjection like "Holy crap!" or "WTF!", Vera was clearly asking a question. So she looked at Ira with a "Are you kidding me?" expression and said, "But I'm a wanted criminal, you know?!"
Ira glanced at her, shook her head helplessly, and said, "Forget it, I've already seen Youyou with the stone tablet. Compared to being wanted... you're just lazier, aren't you?"
"Oh... how can you slander my innocence without any evidence?"
Vera, pale and looking resentful, argued, "Being wanted doesn't count as laziness... Being wanted! Can a lich being wanted be considered laziness?"
Then came a string of incomprehensible words, such as "I am utterly loyal to the Empire" and "It is a woman's nature to love beauty," which made Ira chuckle.
Then, the chuckle abruptly stopped when Ira turned her head to look back at the Silvermoon Tree Court trade caravan.
"..."
Vera, noticing Ira's silence, also peered over and immediately spotted the tall elf, surrounded by other elves, wearing a crown and magnificent attire, stepping down from the carriage.
Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, could it be...?
"Could it be..."
Vera said this with a smug smile on her face. She grinned mischievously and asked the silent Ira, "Queen of the Elves, is it Cassiopeia? She even came all the way to see you. Isn't she your old flame?"
This left Iraq somewhat bewildered.
“It’s hard to explain to you. After all, I was the former chief governor, a legendary figure in the world whose songs are sung by bards. I have a high degree of legend. It’s perfectly reasonable for Cassiopeia to come and see me after I betrayed the empire and joined the Demon Lord’s territory. Moreover, the governor has the ability to absorb non-human mana, which also applies to elves. That’s why Cassiopeia came in person. She was eager to know my current political stance. Even from the perspective of our personal relationship, it’s normal for her to come and see a friend like me, whom she is still quite familiar with, in the midst of such a big event as the reopening of trade routes.”
Ira rattled off a long speech, then turned to go downstairs, saying to Vera, who was giving him a sneer, "Now you understand, right?"
"..."
Vera, who followed her downstairs, had an even bigger, strange smile on her face. She couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hahahaha, hahahaha... I'm dying of laughter, really... Hahaha, Ira, you're hilarious."
Vera laughed loudly, clutching her stomach as if it hurt from laughing, but liches shouldn't have stomach aches.
"???"
Seeing Ira's puzzled expression, Vera didn't know what to say. She coughed twice to stop laughing and said, "Ahem, Ira, didn't you notice how rushed you were when you were explaining all that, hahaha!!!"
"Am I getting anxious? No, I'm not anxious."
Ira immediately retorted, but seeing Vera's expression that seemed to say, "Go on, I'm listening," he suppressed his anger and admitted, "Fine, I got impatient because I couldn't stand your fabricated stories."
"Hmph, fine, fine, fine~"
As Vera said this, to avoid getting beaten up, she nodded in agreement with Ira's words. She patted Ira on the shoulder and said, "It's rare to hear you ramble on and on like this."
Ira paused for a moment, then continued walking as if she hadn't heard anything.
After leaving the Demon King's castle, Ira passed through the castle courtyard and the garden tended by fairies and maids. After leaving the moat, she immediately encountered an elven caravan.
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