016. Nyan Lif
Classes are boring. I wonder if that immutable law applies here as well, the drowsiness running through my body brought heavy fatigue even though the sun hadn’t even set yet.
If a class was helpful in the slightest, I would have listened with concentration, but that was not the case for Veris, who had achieved her own level, so it was literally hard work to sit in the lecture room blankly.
─ Kiki.
But even that boring time is liberated today. To be precise, the weekend was approaching, so it wasn’t complete liberation, but only two days of free time.
“What are you doing?”
Opening her dormitory door with her miscellaneous thoughts, Berrys soon realized that her unexpected guest had come to her room.
Under his eyes, his blond hair, shining like melted gold into thread, was dominating the bed.
“Hmm, class ended early so I was waiting for you here.”
The identity of the customer is Arwen. Judging by the fact that her face was buried in Verice’s pillow, he must have been quite tired from class.
If you’re tired, you can even sleep. Why did you bother lying on someone else’s bed and flapping your legs? He’s a guy you really don’t know.
“Because of swordsmanship training?”
“…… Yes? Yes. You told me to come and see you the other day.”
Arwen dyed her ears red as if she felt like she had been caught. However, on the contrary, her expression was calm and expressionless as usual, so Verice’s assessment that she was a person who was surprisingly easy to understand her inner thoughts seemed to fit.
However, there was definitely a difference between the strange atmosphere flowing today and the usual. Right now, look at this scene where Arwen, who is like the epitome of a soft outer and inner milk, is sitting in the corner of the bed and wiggling her legs.
“What are you worried about?”
“… ….”
Arwen kept her mouth shut and avoided her line of sight as if he had hit the mark.
Her eyes gave off a cute feeling like a sad little animal, and Veris had to put up with trying to put her hand on her head.
“…… There is a blockage when performing swordsmanship.”
It is a face that seems to have something to say. However, the only thing that came out of Arwen’s mouth while she was quiet for a while was about her studies.
“Swordsmanship?”
It was a strange thing. Arwen, whom Berrys knew, thought she was a talented person who could easily break down any ‘wall’ like a sponge that sucks up her water, but she had a blockage.
She is herself anyway. Her status window stats and all sorts of passive skills have been calibrated, but isn’t Arwen literally a ‘genius’?
“It is ambiguous even to say that it is blocked. I had a sudden thought. Compared to the Veris-sama of the past, I think that I am at a very weak level.”
Veris silently nodded to Arwen’s low confession.
She then walked over to her side and sat down on the bed beside her bed. She flinched as Arwen made another expressionless face, but… Veris didn’t care and continued her words.
“Talent is such an irrational violence.”
“…… Violence, you say?”
“You don’t have to be so downhearted. I just consider myself a lucky man who found a gold nugget called Arwen while digging through the mud.”
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“What do you mean?”
“Considering the skills that Arwen has now, it is understandable that he has such concerns. However, comparing one’s talents and abilities with others ultimately leads to one’s loss. You know that? To the extent that your skills are never inferior to those of the other freshmen.”
A very slick answer, even if you think about it. Veris shrugged her shoulders in satisfaction.
In fact, there was a high possibility that Arwen’s worrying about this would be seen as deception to her other students. I heard that the professors in charge of S class also stick out their tongues after seeing Arwen’s skills and her talent.
“…… I have another question.”
Arwen’s mood is the same as usual. How should I say, compared to other people, she is a little bright and a little calm.
“What is it?”
“Verys-nim said that I was a piece of gold found in the mud.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Then if I am a gold nugget, what kind of jewel is Veris-sama?”
“Me? I am adamantine.”
Arwen struggled to hold back her laughter at Berris’ answer, which hadn’t even bothered her.
Gold is originally a mineral used as a key currency, but diamonds are overwhelmingly superior in value compared to gold.
This is what Arwen saw as Veris. If there’s something troubling, he’s strong enough to think of him first, and if there’s something he’s suffering from, he’s a man with a strange knack for solving it.
For some reason, I felt relieved. To be honest, the reason Arwen came to this room wasn’t just because of a blockage in advancing the path of the sword.
‘This is enough.’
Muttering to himself, Arwen eventually remembered the name of a grass.
She is an elf who is said to be loved by Mother Nature, and there was a grass that cats really liked in the place where she lived as a child. And the elves called that grass ‘nyangleaf’.
The Cats of the Great Forest were very fond of that grass. The grass that small children love so much that it melts even the harsh personality of a feral cat at once.
When she thinks about it, memories from her childhood come flooding back. Painful but not hateful, such a past.
Anyway, to Arwen, Veris was like that nanny leaf. That kind of person who is enjoyable just by your side and exudes a fragrant scent that satisfies something deep in your heart.
However, if there is a little minor problem, she feels that more and more people are trying to steal her nyang leaf.
“Is your concern resolved now? Ugh, tired.”
─ Fluffy.
Arwen couldn’t help but smile warmly as Veris threw off her shoes and began to roll around on her bed.
Just the two of us talking about each other is a feeling that warms our hearts. This was where she would be.
* * *
She had a dream.
The dream she had been dreaming of ever since she was taken in by the Wittelsbach family and worked as her servant has been coming to her out of nowhere.
It seems like a sweet dream, but in fact, it is a dream that you cannot refuse even though you know that there is a reality that is so terrible that it will break your heart.
‘My father and sister picked up another cat!’
‘Heh heh, Lancelot. How can I not know Arwen’s kind heart?’
‘That’s true, but… ….’
‘Arwen. I can’t help but think that you are thinking of a weak animal, but the people in the palace are already sighing in worry.’
‘Sorry…… I feel so sorry for you.’
‘But taking care of the animals in the forest is also our duty. Your actions are admirable, but those children might have a place to go back to.’
‘Right! My sister is a kidnapper! I have to tell my mother about this!’
‘What? Ha ha ha!’
The dream reminds me of old memories that are already far away from memory. She was in a dream, but Arwen couldn’t erase the uneasy look in his eyes. Feeling happy, but unhappy. It feels like her complex and subtle emotions that cannot be expressed in words raise her head.
Now, after the old memories pass like video playback artifacts, I can anticipate what will unfold next in front of my eyes.
The Burned Forest. Devastated land. People who bleed.
War was meaningless and took away everything from Arwen. Perhaps she herself will relive her pain of losing loved ones all over again.
Now that I knew the end of this dream, I couldn’t help but feel that I was becoming more and more numb to her pain. Perhaps she loves forests and nature, and unlike uncivilized humans, elves who claim to be free-spirited and have few desires appear, take everything from her, and burn it to wake her up from her dreams.
But.
‘Sister? What are you doing?’
‘Ah?’
Arwen in the dream couldn’t help but question her unfamiliar feeling.
It is an epileptic feeling that cannot be expressed in words. If it’s definitely a normal dream, it’s time for the scene to change and shed tears…….
‘Isn’t your husband waiting for you, Arwen?’
Startled at the gesture of her father, whom she will never see again, Arwen turns her body around, and soon one of her eyes catches her eye.
She has a unique cold impression. But unlike her impression, her mischievous smile, which can only be seen by her close friends, is a face she knows well.
His appearance in the wedding attire unique to the elves looks like a painting. Even in the eyes of Arwen, an elf who is said to be a race of beauty, he has an exceptional appearance, and since he is wearing luxurious clothes in the palace of the blue forest, it is enough to nod naturally.
‘Were you thinking about something else? And pretending not to.’
At that smirk, Arwen involuntarily brought a smile to her lips.
This is a dream. But I had no idea how long it had been since I had such a happy dream.
In my first dream, Arwen was a beautiful new bride. Yes, a few days ago she said that Cecilia was allowed to marry a saint of the church.
‘Me too… ….’
She is now a woman who has nothing, but it wouldn’t be bad for her to dream of a future like this herself.
Sprouts filled with the smell of grass have sprouted from the earth in the heart of the elf that was so dry.