Retired Hero Wants To Sleep - Retired Hero Wants To Sleep chapter 132

Mission No.7 The girl who picks up time (4)

A procession of 50 elves. As soon as he saw the elves walking in an orderly manner, holding torches one by one, Ewald started to move cautiously.

I don’t know why those elves came to the capital of the dwarves, their canine companions, but I had to tell Lafon or Dvahur about this.

In Ewald’s judgment, this is a major incident.

‘It would be difficult if Lafon was still drunk.’

Ebalt, who was standing on the edge of the roof, bent his knees and prepared to jump.

“Please come.”

Ewald almost fell off the roof at Lafon’s unexpected reaction.

Welcome?!

‘I’m not sober, what is this?’

Ebalt, who had managed to hold on to the edge of the stone roof, turned his head in the direction from which he heard a voice from below as he stumbled.

There was Lafon, dressed in formal formal attire and quietly bowing his head.

“Glorious Ohisa, have you been at peace?”

This time, the elf who was at the forefront got down on one knee and bowed to Lafon.

‘… Ah, this feels strangely unpleasant.’

Ewald, recalling the elves and dwarves who mingled at a party exactly 30 years ago, smashed all kinds of furniture, and shouted dog x and cow x x, looked down at this absurd situation with a dangerous attitude.

‘Am I going to start by declaring war?’

When such a situation came, he heard Lafon’s voice in Ewald’s ears as he wondered if he should jump in and stop it.

“You have worked hard to come here. Come on, eat inside.”

“If that’s the case, take the risk of rudeness.”

Lafon bowed his head in a more polite manner at the polite elf’s reply.

“I hope.”

* * *

“This beer tastes really great.”

“That’s right. I just want to thank the elves who blessed the grain for their consideration.”

Ewald had no idea what the hell these crazy things were up to.

At least, even Dvahur laughed and shared a drink with the elf.

Ewald, who was watching this skit with his arms folded in a corner of the banquet hall, was further confused.

He never imagined that he would see the rare scene of a dwarf serving food for an elf in his lifetime.

Thirty years ago, Ewald pondered a conversation between a dwarf and an elf at the same party at the dinner table.

‘No. It wasn’t a conversation, it was just swear words for 20 minutes.’

Ewald, who had such a memory, unfolded before his eyes, and the dwarf’s consideration for carefully preparing and bringing food piled up with only grass began to make him feel more and more subtle.

Ebalt, who had no idea what the hell was going on while he was asleep, why these two races were showing such a friendly look, shook his head and let out a small sigh.

“The world is going to end.”

“Should I perish?”

Lafon, who sneaked up to Ewald’s side, opened his mouth while staring straight ahead.

Ebalt and Lafon silently watched as nearly a hundred dwarves and elves enjoyed the banquet in a splendid atmosphere.

“Does the elf have any weaknesses?”

But even with his words, Ewald had to feel a sense of incongruity. It was because the elves did not show any weakness to the dwarves.

“Is it strange that we and the elves seem friendly?”

“… If this isn’t weird, what’s weird?”

Although this spectacle did not harm Ewald or the other humans or cause mental breakdowns, he couldn’t help but feel shaken.

Lafon’s mouth opened.

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“Isn’t there anything special for each other to live?”

To live with each other? Ewald turned his doubtful face to Lafon, and Lafon looked up at Ewald’s face far above and gave a somewhat sad smile.

“Welcome to the banquet of pretense.”

* * *

‘It’s a fake…’

Ewald scratched his head as he pondered Lafon’s story.

Ewald smiled bitterly at the scene where a dwarf, who lives with pride, and an elf, who lives with loftiness as the driving force of their lives, had a group meeting armed with pretense.

“What if any one of these said something harsh or sarcastic?”

“… Wouldn’t it be better to sharpen your sword?”

Lafon nodded her head.

“The amount of blood that the two races have already shed for each other cannot be measured. At the very least, there shouldn’t be any slaughter at the formal invitation…”

Lafon let out a small sigh that didn’t suit her appearance.

“It’s like they’re doing a play like this.”

“Then shouldn’t I just invite you? Why are we killing each other’s temper like that…”

Ebalt looked at the spectacle where the elf and dwarf were arming each other’s shoulders and evaded his words.

“The work of wiping the sword…”

“Half of it is because of Kitsuka-sama.”

Ewald pointed his finger at his face.

“… Is that Kitsuka foldable by any chance?”

Suddenly, when he said that he was the cause, Balt noticed that Lafon’s eyes were moving towards him.

And Lafon let out a weaker voice than before.

“… It is because the land where Capoteron is sealed is managed by elves.”

“Yes?”

When the story of Capoteron suddenly jumped out of Lafon, Ewald immediately frowned.

However, Lafon opened his mouth low, looking at the banquet with a voice that did not change much.

“The elf has the key to the road to Capoteron.”

At the unexpected remark, Ewald glanced down at Lafon.

“Didn’t you say that Capoteron was managed by dwarves?”

“I’ve been managing it.”

Lafon covered his stomach with his hands and pulled his arms up just below his chest.

“The dungeon that sealed Capoteron is managed by the dwarves, and the land surrounding the dungeon is managed separately by the elves.”

Lafon, who fell in love with Ewald’s judo newspaper and informed him of Capoteron’s location, let out a deep sigh for the first time.

“A lot happened during the month that Kitsuka-nim was on the path of Jarne.”

Ewald felt strange when he heard that elves and dwarves were half of their responsibility for sitting around and drinking like that, but the reason Lafon didn’t talk about it was bothering him for nothing.

“Then what about the other half?”

For a moment, Lafon looked into Ebalt’s green eyes and quickly moved his lips.

“The Capoteron is said to have begun to sing.”

* * *

Ewald, who had sneaked out of the banquet hall, grabbed his chin as soon as he entered his room.

Lafon, who was cheerfully drawn to Ewald, looked up at Ewald while sitting in a chair, and Ewald turned his face to Lafon with a serious hardened face.

“Has the Capoteron started to sing?”

“It is. That’s why an envoy was sent from the Elves.”

Capoteron, the devil’s sword blessed by God.

Made by Dwarves for 50 years, presented to Pargonia the Dragon, and stolen from Pargonia by Radvan Centavius, the first knight of the Empire, then returned to the Dwarves by Radvan Centavius, who could not bear Capoteron’s madness. Hearing that the magic sword Capoteron would start singing, Ewald put on a bewildered expression.

“What is the situation?”

“It’s a very dangerous situation.”

Ewald’s and Lafon’s gazes turned toward the entrance of the room at the same time. Where the eyes of the two met, an old elf was entering the room.

Of course, he was old by the standards of elves, but the elf, who looked about 30 years old in terms of humans, briefly took an example from Ebalt.

Unable to detect when he came in, Ebalt looked at the elf with a slightly embarrassed expression, but Lafon quickly lowered his head and turned to the elf.

“We’re having a banquet, so why are you here?”

“Conversation about the capoteron flows…”

The old elf, who had been talking calmly, suddenly frowned, shook his head from side to side once, and turned his gaze to Lafon with a sharp gaze.

“The banquet of pretense is valid only inside, so let’s stop fawning over each other.”

An almost growling voice came from the old elf. And Lafon immediately replied in a cold tone.

“Yes or no, do as you please.”

It was the first time he had seen Lafon so unassuming, so Ewald stepped back with a very uncomfortable expression on his face.

At the same time, the elves and dwarves began to cast bug-eyed glances at each other.

“… If only it wasn’t for capoteron.”

“Who speaks what to say?”

That’s right, elves and dwarves. Ewald made a pleased expression with a sigh of relief that I did not know about at the sudden familiarity.

However, he couldn’t just watch, so Ebalt eventually threw a mediation plan towards the two races looking at each other with poisonous eyes.

“Excuse me, but…”

As soon as those words left Ewald, the elf’s sharp gaze flew at Ewald.

However, the elf quickly brushed off the sharpness, cleared his throat just once, and opened his mouth to Ebalt quietly, closing his collar.

“I’m sorry for being rude.”

Ewald’s mouth naturally twisted at the behavior that contradicted Lafon’s appearance.

As expected, this is the normal relationship between elves and dwarves.

The voice of the elf permeated Ewald’s ears as he thought so.

“Ewald Kitsuka, magic swordsman of destruction.”

Ewald’s eyes narrowed. Obviously, that elf seems to know him, but Ewald does not know that elf at all.

At that awkwardness, Ewald gave the old elf a wary look.

“… Have we ever met each other?”

Ebalt, with a gruff expression, pointed his finger at his face and asked, and the old elf calmly opened his mouth to Ebalt.

“I’ve never met one, but there’s only one human with such a mana core…”

“That is none of my business.”

Ewald cut the elf’s words with a single knife and turned his eyes toward the elf with a sullen expression.

“I am asking who you are.”

The old elf calmly looked at Ewald with calm but deep eyes.

“My name is Lingehorn Lauperoa.”

“Lauperoa…”

Where did you hear that name?

“Aha!”

Ewald quickly shook his head and, experiencing a moment of triumph, lightly tapped his palm with his fist.

“That dirty-tempered elf grandpa?”

In an instant, Rin Gehorn, who was named the ill-tempered elf grandfather, turned her face into a rather uneasy expression.

But Ewald grinned and stretched his finger toward Lingehorn’s face.

“Isn’t that the boss of the elves?”

“… It has the title Aglar Kar.”

Aglarkar. Luminous Head.

The head of the elves, Lin Gehon, who had such a meaning, nodded her head with a face contemplating what to do with Balt, referring to himself as if he were calling the boss of a criminal group.

Ewald was sarcastically clear.

“What is the boss of the elves doing here?”

“… Magical swordsman of destruction, do you have any ill feelings toward us?”

Lingehorn openly expressed his displeasure at Ewald’s thin but clearly malicious story.

Ebalth, of course, clearly increased the level of malice, and a long sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth.

“That’s right, if you ask the elves’ detachment, you’ll know.”

“… Byeoldongdae?”

Ewald, who read Lingehorn’s expression, let out a smirk and quickly brushed it off.

“Well, since they are noble people, you won’t remember the disadvantages, and I don’t want to be a crazy person, so let’s move on first.”

“… After saying this and that by myself, what the hell are you doing?”

“Let’s get to the point.”

Ewald pulled up a chair and leaned forward with the back of his back pushed out in front of him, opening his mouth.

“Ohisa-sama and Aglar, what about that man?”

Ewald, roughly referring to the spiritual support of the dwarves and the one who leads the way of the elves, began to smile evilly.

“Cooperate with me as I go to find Capoteron.”