How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World

Chapter 133: Mixed Race (5)

It was a great relief for me that the accommodation was equipped with basic soundproofing. If it hadn’t been, not only would my laughter have been heard, but also Arwen’s shouts.

However, Arwen’s speech and that person’s speech overlapped in a subtle way, making it impossible for me to hold back my laughter. Moreover, the arrogance of the elves and the ruthless nature of the nazis strangely matched.

Arwen standing dressed in uniform, extending her arm forward and shouting a specific slogan. Furthermore, her radical speech inciting the citizens and pushing them into the flames of war.

The more I imagined each moment, the more it provided amusement to the point where my belly hurt.

‘I should write about it later, right?’

When I finish Xenon’s Biography, I plan to write a novel about World War II, whether to include only humans or other races as well. But watching Arwen’s speech, my heart was gradually drawn.

Of course, if I were to do that, the settings could become entangled in various ways, so it might be better to leave it for now. This setting could also be suitable for a sequel to Xenon’s Biography in the future.

While Xenon was alive, all races came together as one to defeat the demons, but after a long time passed, they once again became divided and fought among themselves.

The demons, who had been patiently waiting for an opportunity, began their invasion from within rather than from the outside. After that, the world expands its worldview.

(Tl note: Isaac is talking about possible plot of a sequel)

“Hehehehe...”

I looked at Arwen while sniffling and stopping my tears from laughing. She was puffing up her cheeks like a frog, wearing a full expression of dissatisfaction.

Moreover, her embarrassed and pale skin was also tinged with a blush. Seeing her gray eyes slightly filled with moisture, I felt like I should just laugh.

“...Did you laugh at me?”

Arwen asked me with a gruff voice. It was a low voice, but her expression was so cute that it didn’t pose any threat at all.

Really, who would think that this adorable girl was the Queen of Alvenheim? I couldn’t help but have such thoughts, knowing only that Queen Arwen, in her role as queen, had a strong sense of responsibility.

Still, an apology is necessary if I did something wrong. I wiped away the dew clinging to the corner of my eye and opened my mouth.

“I-I’m sorry. If I upset you, I apologize.”

“Hmm... It’s okay. What’s disappointing is not you, but my age. You don’t have to worry about it.”

Arwen replied, turning her head shyly. Right after that, she glanced at me and asked in a timid voice.

“...Is it really not suitable?”

“The speech earlier?”

“Yes. I’m curious if it really... doesn’t suit me at all.”

“If it did, I wouldn’t have laughed.”

It was a serious evaluation that wiped away all the mischief. I said it subtly suited her, but it was only to a certain extent, similar to an elementary school student giving a speech.

“Phew...”

Arwen sighed deeply in frustration at my harsh evaluation, as if the ground would swallow her up. At the same time, a sense of concern appeared on her face.

I looked at her silently for a moment and then asked about the point that I didn’t understand.

“Don’t you have someone performing a role like an advisor? Can’t you ask them for help?”

“...That advisor is the Council of Elders. In Alvenheim, the king is at the top superficially, and the Council of Elders assists him.”

“This structure could easily turn into a puppet show.”

Arwen nodded her head in agreement with my sharp observation. If that was the case, the king of Alvenheim would be politically isolated.

You could question why they even established a monarchy, but it seems that it is inevitable, even if it is to keep the Council of Elders in check.

The ruler of Alvenheim is elected through voting by each prestigious family, so it appears there are complex secrets involved here. Perhaps the prestigious families choose the ruler to keep the Council of Elders in check.

‘No wonder the ruler changes frequently. This must be the reason.’

I should include this in Xenon’s Biography. I apologize to Arwen, but I have no knowledge of the political structure of Alvenheim.

I am merely an advisor, not a servant of Arwen. I intend to help with the speech and then leave the rest to her.

“In any case, don’t give a speech in that manner. Try a different approach that suits you.”

“What speech style do you think suits me, in your opinion?”

“Hmm...”

I stood with my arms crossed, gazing intensely at Arwen, lost in thought. Speeches often vary in style depending on the situation, and they also have a significant impact on people’s mood.

A bold and passionate style, much like Hitler’s, ignites a fire in the hearts, while Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech touches the audience with its genuine voice.

Currently, in the realm of Alvenheim, there is a growing rift among the elves due to the issue of mixed heritage. It is imperative to somehow mend this division and unite them as a single race called “elves.”

‘For now...’

I examined her closely, not as Arwen in her usual state, but from the perspective of a third party. Despite her youthful appearance, she exuded the elegance and nobility characteristic of elves. With just a smile, she emanated compassion. Even her subtle aura exuded the charisma of a leader.

Rather than delivering an impassioned speech in such an atmosphere, it would be more effective to speak in a calm yet powerful voice, amplifying the impact.Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

“Have you ever communicated with the people of Alvenheim besides giving national speeches?”

“A few times, I have urged them to enjoy themselves and be cautious during festivals.”

“Other than that?”

“I have rendered judgments in difficult trials, and on several occasions, I have gathered the people for audiences. Since I can’t trust the Council of Elders, I decided it would be better to directly listen to the stories of the people. By the way, why do you ask?”

Arwen asked with an adorable yet curious gaze. I shrugged my shoulders and replied as if it were someone else’s story.

“It’s nothing special, just an Elven acquaintance of mine spoke favorably of you. They described you as a compassionate and elegant queen. I was curious if others see you in the same light.”

“Hmm... I’ve heard that despite my youthful appearance, I have a mature demeanor.”

“Where did you hear that?”

“At the festival.”

“And you’re openly discussing it right in front of me?”

As kind as Arwen may be, it was indeed an act of insulting the queen. Well, back then at the exhibition, we didn’t know each other’s identities, and now we’re in a position where we can exploit each other’s weaknesses, so we can maintain a friendship.

Arwen averted her gaze upon hearing my question and hesitantly opened her mouth.

“...I was hiding my face just like during the exhibition. At that time, I bought some food or casually asked a few people I happened to encounter.”

“It seems like you enjoy having fun, Your Majesty.”

Seeing that, I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief and called out to Marie, who was beyond the door.

“I’ll go now! Just wait a moment!”

After confirming if there were any traces of Arwen, I walked towards the door. Along the way, I didn’t forget to check the time. There was still some time left for all the classes to end. I wondered if the professor had finished early or if there was another reason for the early visit.

Squeak

As I opened the door, I came face to face with Marie, who had her characteristic mischievous smile. Thinking there was no one around, I looked around and asked her.

“Why did you come so early? What about the lecture?”

“I finished early because the professor had an urgent matter. Since I couldn’t find you in Professor Elena’s lab, I came to the dormitory.”

“Oh, I see. Then...”

Before I could finish my sentence, Marie forcefully pushed her hand against my chest. Her strength was far from weak, and I couldn’t help but be pushed back slightly.

Fortunately, she didn’t let go of the door handle, but she didn’t stop there. Taking advantage of my retreat, she pressed her body firmly against mine and continued pushing.

Naturally, I stumbled back from the door, and Marie had somehow managed to step all the way to the entrance. The door closed firmly with a thud.

“Uh, uh? Marie?”

“There’s no need to go all the way to the inn, right? I heard from Rina that the dormitory is soundproofed thoroughly. It’s as if you can’t hear anything that’s happening inside.”

Marie looked at me with a mischievous look in her sparkling eyes. Desire was bubbling inside them like boiling lava. It seemed like it had diminished recently, but it looks like another log has been added to the fire.

‘This is messed up...!’

If there were only Marie and Isaac, it wouldn’t matter, but Arwen is hiding here now. The moment we do it here, Arwen will see everything.

So, realizing that I had to stop it somehow, I hurriedly spoke to Marie. It would be beneficial to move somewhere other than the accommodation.

“Well... Mari? Even if it’s in the room...”

“So what? We can have a quick one here, then go on a date and do it again at the inn, right? Think of it as warming up.”

“What kind of warm-up is that? Get your hands off me!”

“Don’t you want to?”

Overwhelmed by Marie that had transformed into the embodiment of desire, I stumbled back and somehow ended up on the bed. I fell backward onto the bed, and Marie took the position to straddle me.

Why do I feel like there’s a heart-shaped glimmer in Marie’s blue eyes, even though shadows loom over? The desires of women are utterly elusive.

But that’s one thing, and as long as Arwen is watching, I absolutely cannot engage in anything here. I urgently pleaded with Marie.

“M-Marie? Can’t you endure it a little longer?”

“No. Way. Today’s classes were so difficult, and I’m under a lot of stress. I need to relieve it through Isaac’s body. For now... huh?”

Marie, speaking in a sultry voice, blinked her eyes a couple of times without continuing her words. Then, she suddenly raised her head and began sniffing.

“Sniff. Sniff.”

“...Marie?”

“Sniff. What is this smell?”

Did she really smell the scent coming from Arwen? I didn’t notice it at all, but women are indeed different.

While I was thinking such thoughts, Marie, who had been sniffing and smelling, began to smell my neck. Then, she squeezed her face slightly and mumbled softly.

“I can smell this scent even on the bed...”

“... ...”

“Hmm...”

As she looked at me with suspicious eyes, I tensed up, feeling like something else was implied.

Did she really notice Arwen’s presence? I hope not, in a different sense.

And so, as the heavy silence settled in the room, Marie smiled mischievously, and with that, the tension eased as she spoke.

“Did you spray perfume on the bed or something?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“At first, I thought another woman had been in the room. But the scent only comes from the bed, not from your body.”

“Haha...”

It was at that moment when I let out an awkward laugh. Marie, with the same teasing expression on her face, slowly lowered her head towards my neck and brought her lips closer.

“Mm...”

“Ugh... Marie?”

“I will make sure my scent permeates Isaac’s body.”

Although we had overcome one crisis, another one remained. I urgently tried to separate Marie, but she remained indifferent, completely sticking to me without any intention of letting go.

In the end, it seemed like I had to deal with it like this.

[...I’ll be away for a moment.]

Arwen’s voice suddenly echoed in my head. Although there was a sense of embarrassment, it was undoubtedly Arwen’s voice.

It seemed like she had conveyed her thoughts through telepathy, as if she had been watching over everything from the sidelines.

‘Oh dear...’

For a moment, I covered my face with one hand and gave Marie a wry smile. She didn’t even consider distancing herself.

Feeling frustrated and slightly angry, I spoke in a voice that reflected my annoyance.

“Marie.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re dying today.”

“What, what? Ahhh!”

I quickly recovered and went straight to the act, without any foreplay or anything.

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