MEMORIES AND ABU HORMUZ

Bonus - High Elves

The woman's name

Leely. Leelya Sturm's. He was an elf official from a noble family

The Sturm the Seven Swords. Besides, he is the heir to the family, the heir

a descendant, yet he had never thought of a bloodline as a noble.

At most, the woman admitted that the Sturm Family used to be great, but she

now consider it just a shadow of glory. Not only

The Sturm family is static, the elven society as a whole has experienced

stagnation in the shadows of the past. They have become weak, no

effective, and regresses in various aspects.

Leelya is one

a loyal child, and hailed as the reincarnation of Varyag the Holy Sword.

Many people had expected a bright future for him since he

small, but he himself could not understand what the future would be like

to him. So, even though he knew that this decision would be fraught with

risk and trial, he still decided that leaving Kagemori was

the right path.

He will watch

the outside world with its own eyes, and expanding knowledge. That is

his goal, nothing else, was so he left his homeland.

“Souma.”

When he called

his name, the man stopped playing his cutlery named “sumpit”, and

stared at him. The expression on the man's face remained unchanged. Her expression was flat

making the elf girl difficult to understand her thoughts, but she knows that

that man was indeed someone who was difficult to study his thoughts. He can too

seeing that the man's mood was a little sour.

Souma, as a man

who understood technology, he had sculpted the tree with his own hands to

made the chopsticks that he was using right now. Besides the elf girl, the group

Souma was made up of a large paladin with slightly dark skin named

Kemuri, a Necromancer named Pingo, a golem that looked like a child named

Zenmai (he is a creature turned on by Pingo), and a former Thief who

now changing classes to Shaman named Shima (she rarely appears, and more

I love sleeping under the stars).

Kemuri is a type of person

who can sleep anywhere, as long as he likes the place, while

Pingo was the opposite, he was almost never seen sleeping. Pingo

always accompanied by Zenmai, completely sleep deprived. Shima, though

her appearance was elegant and graceful, but the girl never minded that

he had to sleep on a patch of grass though.

Leelya, born and

raised in the town of Elf Arnott, he barely knew about what to do

he did it to the party, but now he's used to it. They are when

it gathered under the starry sky, while sitting around the campfire

in their own way. They eat or rest. Leely

gently combing her silvery-colored hair, while Souma again

the meal.

No matter the dry meat

or fruit, Souma had never been picky about food, and he included

everything to the mouth using his own homemade chopsticks. Like,

that was the man's custom, and Leelya never bothered about it

those.

“You hold chopsticks with left hand.”

After hearing that, Souma lowered his gaze, and his eyes widened slightly.

“You're right. Maybe because this food is unappetizing to me,” he replied.

“Maybe you're right,” Leelya agrees.

“I was wondering

why,” said Souma, while tilting his head slightly to the side because

bewildered. He turned the chopsticks to his right hand.

It's not at all

understand why he always uses his left hand, but it's because he

he is a left-handed man. And if he himself never

realizing it, then how could Leelya know that trivial thing?

“And also,” Leelya

adding and showing a dot just below his own lips. “There's something

on your face.”

For a moment, expression

Souma looked like he was about to shout, Impossible! He swung his hand

to wipe the point a few times.

“No, no kok ..” said.

“I know,” Leelya said with a blank expression. “It was just a joke.”

“Hahahaaa,” Shima laughed as she leaned back with her elbow, and yawned.

Pingo, sitting on Zenmai's knees and staring at the stars, laughed silently. Kemuri snores, is sleeping soundly.

Souma

his gaze, the corners of his mouth curled slightly downward, it seemed to him

being pouted. Leelya's expression softened. Souma just sat down with

position upright, and calm his expression once again. Someone can understand

that he is an interesting personality.

Three days ago, though,

Leelya and the others had entered the area of the former Ishmael Kingdom, namely

the place of the Undead. It was a land filled with crime, and cruelty, and,

where the Undead are willing to surrender themselves to be reshuffled in order to get more

stronger with more terrible form. Even the famous Souma group

will his strength must not act recklessly here. Even so, a day

they had previously acted recklessly.

Souma, as usual,

he developed a Samurai-class katana skill on the enemy who stormed into

its direction. The undead could not get close without being slashed immediately. Techniques and

his agility is the best. However, Leelya, is a master swordsman

who had also been training incessantly, he did not want to humiliate

his reputation as an unrivalled genius, but this time he

I feel something strange.

Today, Souma feels

be different. His sword movements were less fast, his legs seemed heavier, and his movements

the touch looks slower. To Leelya, it seemed that the man was

fight while holding ankle injury. If he is injured, however, hal

the easiest thing to overcome is to ask Kemuri to cure him.

Shima, that's someone

who had changed his class from Thief to Shaman, barely noticed

he does have natural talent, but he also trains hard

asleep, and within a short period of time, he had mastered the secret elf technique and

he can also use the Six Spells skill. He was not the first human

being a Shaman, but he is the only one to receive acclimation to Six

Spells. And he was able to heal any wound instantly.

When the fight is over,

Leelya approached Souma directly. “Spiritfulness and inelegance,

seems less worthy of you. If you're hurt or feeling unwell, maybe

it would be wise to have Shima check it out.”

Souma thought for a while to reply to him, “I also thought there was something strange about me today ..”

He took off the protectors

his feet, and finally the matter was clearly visible. His boots are on

the wrong foot. Simply put, he wore the left shoe on his right foot, and

vice versa.

“So this is why,” says Souma.

Of course that's why.

But what made him make such a small mistake? When Leelya

asking, Souma tilted his head slightly to the side and muttered, “No

know,” and Leelya wonder if she just needs to think of it as

rare slip-ups. But Souma does tend to do

mistakes on trivial things like this.

Souma is the man who

strange, Leelya thought. He's smart and intelligent, not better if he says that

his sword skills are at the highest level. He is not careless or

clunky. Leelya admits that Souma is a reliable person, though

so Leelya himself is not the type of person who needs to rely on people

others. Souma's leadership is so perfect, he has an outside judgment

ordinary, and a high sense of responsibility, as if such a nature

it is her innate from birth.

Even if Souma

being in the wild alone, he would definitely still be able to survive. However,

there was something lacking in him. Leelya had been his partner for a long time, but

he did not know what kind of flaws Souma had. From time to

time, he always does something unexpected that will make Leelya

really surprised. Leelya had never found a figure like Souma on

the Elves, so even the girl was a little interested in him. Yeah.lite a bit.

interested..a little bit interested.not more than that.

Souma immediately lay down on

the ground. Kemuri was still sound asleep, and Shima was ready to follow her. Pingos

and Zenmai remained vigilant all night, though no one asked

they're for doing that. Finally, Leelya felt drowsiness. She didn't

requiring the preparation of his backpack to be used as a pillow, his coat was used

as blanket. However, he did not fall asleep that easily.

Still lying down with

eyes closed, many things began to float into the mind. Some memory of him

just ignore it, but there are also some memories that he wants to imagine

back, while waiting for his consciousness to go to dreamland. Seriously bad time

passing by, she occasionally opened her eyelids thinly to peek at Souma from

turn the bonfire. The man was lying face up, his arms he

tuck under the head to form a sort of pillow, by propping one up

knee joint. Is he asleep?

The elf girl did not know.

If something happens, Pingo will sound the alarm, and surely Souma will soon

waking up swiftly. It seems like he's used to sleeping while on standby. Soumas

tumbles to the side, while muttering “Nn ..” with a low moaning sound, and

now the man was facing towards the elf girl. Because of a little shock, Leelya

closed his eyes again.

Leelya did not see it

on purpose, and he didn't believe he was doing this either. But the face

Souma was still facing towards her, maybe he was already asleep. Leelya sighed

slowly, and opened his eyes a little more.

He faced the gaze

Soumas. It turned out that the man was not sleeping, instead he looked directly at the face

the elf girl. Leelya stiffened. Should he make some kind of excuse? Nope,

he didn't do anything wrong at all. Souma was the first one

looking at him, it just so happened that their eyes met. He doesn't need to

explain anything to him. Souma was not entitled to

any explanation from Leelya. Souma is the guilty ..

right if called an error, but .. may be more appropriate if called.

responsibilities.

And Souma is the one who should

be responsible. It would be troublesome for him if he failed. Then, Leelya

he had to turn his face away from Souma. He can't take it anymore

hold that eye. Enough .... It's so embarrassing to see each other with

way like this. But why was he unable to turn his gaze away?

Before he could find

in response, Souma closed his eyes and turned, so he lay down

face up again. Leelya realized it a moment later. Actually, actually,

Souma did not look towards him. The man was even asleep. Apparently, Souma

is a person who has the ability to fall asleep while still opening his eyes,

and it just so happened that he collapsed to the side so that his eyes were directed

on Leelya's face. That's all that happened, nothing more.

No more, however, Souma started muttering something again. “N ... Nnn ..”

Leelya thinks he is

he heard a name called by the man. Maybe it's just

her imagination. Because it could not stand it anymore, the elf girl curled up while

felt a stab of pain in his chest. What kind of feeling hurts

this heart? What caused this pain? He doesn't know. He really is

don't know.

“I don't know,” whispered to himself.

Leelya wished to know

to expand knowledge, insight, and emotional power to

stay strong, stay excited too. He didn't say who it was to

pun, but Leelya was convinced that the current elven race was in decline.

They must be returned in their prime.

He was here for

make that goal. Indeed, he admitted that he had little

interest in Souma. However, it was only a minor interest, nothing more.