The Unicorn Legion: Mage Academy – Chapter 8

Author: Demon Lord D (D魔王)

Translator: Lylis

Editor: MeeBoo

Chapter 8: The Bet

The crowd jostled, but no one came forward.

Finally, a small rogue separated from the crowd to come forward.

He glared into Iron Gauntlet’s eyes, placing a coin in his right hand.

“Little Fil,” Iron Gauntlet narrowed his eyes at him, “I hear you joined the ‘Thorns’? So your wings become hardy eh.”

“I didn’t have the courage to refuse you in the past,” the rogue called Fil replied, “but someone will do it someday.”

His small body was shaking, even though he was scared, but he still held Iron Gauntlet’s gaze.

“‘Someone will’ is it,” Iron Gauntlet laughed, saying in a pitying tone, “Bbut other than you, who else is there? -–The friendship between weaklings sure ius touching.”

The knight groped inside his coin pouch, there were two coins left inside, so he stood up walking towards Iron Gauntlet.

“The silent Iron Bucket Cain,” Iron Gauntlet looked at the warrior in heavy armor in interest, “What is it, as a warrior, are you going to vote in glory for the archer’s loss?”

“Two coins,” the knight replied, “I bet the elf will win.”

He emptied the coin bag onto the table, ignoring Iron Gauntlet’s expression, returning to his place by the door and sat down.

“Damn that armor is too cool, I’m gonna fall in love with him,” the one who spoke was the younger of the pair of mercenary siblings, he stood up, ignoring his brother’s attempts to stop him, coming forward to place the coin down on the table, then he looked at the elf smiling, “my lunch money today depends on you, don’t let me down, my elven friend.”

This energetic atmosphere set the precedence, many could no longer resist, all coming forward to place bets.

Most of the archers, and of all the younger mercenaries mostly chose to stand on the elf’s side, and those who were more cautious or those who didn’t want to insult the Eagle Troops, chose Iron Gauntlet. There were also those who chose to observe, but not many could resist the chance to join in the fun.

“One hundred and three to thirty five.” Iron Gauntlet announced, “Anymore bets?”

The elf who was watching from the side the whole time, placed a gold coin among the small pile.

“I bet I will win,” he smiled, saying, “that’s all I have left after paying the rent, too bad, I missed a chance to earn some coin.”

When he said it, those who supported the elf cheered, and those who bet he would lose revealed expressions of slight uncertainty. A few more came forward, betting on the elf’s side.

Iron Gauntlet glared at the elf, as if to kill him with his gaze alone. But the elf ignored it once again, going towards an archer nearby, asking very politely if he could borrow his weapon and glove.

On the inside of the outer wall of the Mercenary’s Home hung targets for archery practice, the distance from the outer wall to the entrance of the main building was almost fifty yards. The gallery separated to two sides, and of those who have heard of the commotion and came to join the fun, many ran up to the second floor, hoping to find a good position to watch the performance. – Of course, no one stood near the position of the target, since within fifty yards, the strength of the arrow is still very strong.

The elf came out holding a wooden bow, placing the quiver on the ground, he looked at Old Man Jake.

The old mercenary sat down, placing the hourglass timer on the table.

“Ye c’n start, whenever ye’r ready.”

The elf nodded, taking out the first arrow and placing it on the string, pulling the bow.

The crowd let out a sound of disappointment, the archers looked at each other, their expressions were troubled. And seeing this scene, Iron Gauntlet suddenly started laughing.

The knight in the iron armor sighed lightly.

Weak. Too weak.

Normally a hundred pounds is needed for the bow to be fully drawn, and the elf only drew it halfway, that means there’s only about fifty to sixty pounds of pull strength, the level a young woman can reach after training.

“God,” Iron Gauntlet was almost in tears from laughter, “if I knew you were a girl in disguise, I would have treated you gentler, little girl.”

The elf ignored these taunts, releasing.

Old Man Jake turned the hourglass, at the same time, the arrow flew towards the target.

“Bullseye.” The few people with good vision called out, a few of the more curious moved a few steps closer to the target.

The elf continued to release the second arrow without stopping, then the third, the fourth.

Without a doubt they all hit the target.

The crowd was silent, more people carefully moved towards to target, some exclaimed in admiration and shock.

He didn’t just hit the target, every arrow was accurately placed within the red circle in the center.

“So you are a man,” at the sixth arrow, Iron Gauntlet finally couldn’t hold back, “but shooting too fast isn’t good, a man needs endurance.”(1)

This time no one could be bothered with him, everyone was staring in the elf’s direction. That irritated Iron Gauntlet immensely, so he signaled the members of the Eagle Troop, then continued to shout insults. Profanities continued to pour from his mouth non-stop, a few of the younger more impressionable mercenaries were blushing hotly from listening.

The elf’s movements started to become unsteady, one arrow landed away from the red center, some people thought he was influenced by the provocations, angrily shouting at Iron Gauntlet to shut up. But a few noticed what the true abnormality was, the knight was one of them.

Occasionally there would be some unnatural spots of light lingering on the wall.

At the moment most of the crowd was already stationed close to the targets, and the members of the Eagle Troop was scattered amongst the crowd, using small white metal plates in their hands to reflect the sunlight, every time the elf aimed, they would aim at his eyes.

But Old Man Jake who was acting as judge was concentrated on the hourglass, and had not noticed this at all.

The knight frowned, thinking about whether or not he should speak up. But he had already stood out too much today, if he revealed himself even more, it would surely cause unnecessary complications.

Luckily at this moment, the elf stopped.

“Let that be a practice run,” he said “is that alright?”

“Yah,” Old Man Jake looked at him in confusion, “Even though you haven’t missed a shot. But why?”

“I wanted to confirm something,” the elf said, “If something other than the practice target was to be hit, that would still be considered a ‘miss’?”

“Course.” Old Man Jake looked baffled.

“Then,” the elf smiled, “please help me announce this, if those gentleman over there continues to use those metal plates to interfere with my sight, I will grant their wish and lose a gold coin. But, they might lose something more important because of this, an eye for example or their lives.”

“Ye heard ‘im,” Old Man Jake immediately realized, frowning he shouted, “Whoever decides ta play more tricks, c’n pack up an’ leave ‘Mercenary’s Home’ t’day!”

“Thank you very much.” The elf nodded, and started to draw the bow once again.

The knight let out a breath in relief, moving to lean on the wall, watching the elf’s movements.

Honestly, he looks exhausted. Pale and weak, uneven breathing, every time he drew the bow seemed to require all his strength, occasionally he would bite his lips unconsciously, as if being in pain. Only his eyes, were focused to the front from the very start, as if burning with a green flame, proud and blazing.


That was the only word the knight could think of to describe it.

But not like sunlight, bright enough to illuminate all things, but a fire to burn away everything, a shooting star blazing trail of light in people’s eyes.

The knight suddenly had a strange thought.

–The elf did not belong here, it seemed as if he did not belong even to this world.

The thirteenth arrow mark has been reached, the sand in the hourglass continued to trickle down.

In the crowd someone started counting in a small voice, then the sound slowly became louder.

Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen…

It had already reached the limit for speed shooting, still not a single arrow left the center of the target.

What was more terrifying was that, the elf didn’t not spend a lot of time aiming, rather most of his concentration was used on drawing the bow.

Although his body had already reached the limit, almost unable to stand, but he still stubbornly continued to repeat the movements.

“Time’s up!” Old Man Jake announced, just when the crowd shouted ‘twenty’.

Translator’s Notes

  1.       I’m fairly certain that’s supposed to be some sort of vulgar remark…. *pauses* …. Oh… I get it now…nvm *facepalm*

Damn Ellen! YOU ARE AWESOME!!! That was so coooooollll XD

And Cain’s description of Ellen as a shooting star was so pretty… I’m not really sure I did it justice with the translation.

<<Chapter Seven                                                                              Chapter Nine>>

The Unicorn Legion: Mage Academy – Chapter 7

Author: Demon Lord D (D魔王)

Translator: Lylis

Editor: MeeBoo

Chapter 7: About that Elf’s Memory

The first time that the knight saw the elf, was at the ground floor of the ‘Mercenary’s Home’s’ main area.

Other than the regular receptions desk at the side ofthe main area, tables were put out at a set time in the mornings, providing a simple breakfast.

It was an uneventful morning near the end of December.

The sheriff didn’t come to investigate, so there was no special need for him to hide.

The knight sat at a table near the door, flipping up a corner of his helmet, and sipping leisurely at the oatmeal porridge with a straw. (1)

This is probably the busiest time at the ‘Mercenary’s Home’, in a moment, they will tear down notices on the notice board, starting the work for the day.

It was at that time that the elf came in.

Wearing thin threadbare clothes, if not for the dagger at his side, he would have surely been mistaken for a refugee.

Many people noticed the appearance of this unwelcomed guest, staring at his face and unusual ears with curious eyes.

The elf did not acknowledge anyone’s stares, only walking straight to the reception, asking if there is room with a soft voice.

The one on duty was ‘Old Man Jake’, an old mercenary, after retiring he settled down as an intermediary for the mercenaries, managing the notice board, as well as taking care of the shop.

Old Man Jake was busy posting new missions on the board, pointing to the price listing of the inn, he replied.

“S’long as ye c’n pay.”(2)

Since refugees started appearing, the rates for rooms in the ‘Mercenary’s Home’ has risen a lot, already exceeding what a normal citizen can afford. But the elf said nothing, not even revealing an expression of shock, only fishing out a few gold coins, paying the deposit and a month of rent. This generous move was completely contrary to his appearance, causing the Old Man Jake to become suspicious. He lifted the coins, examining them for a long while.

“The style’s old…” he said, “where’d ye get it?”

“Inherited,” the elf replied calmly, lifting his dagger, “along with the knife.”

Old Man Jake weighed him for a moment, taking the coin, and throwing a key to the elf.

“Excuse me but are you the intermediary?” the elf took the key, and asked, “if I want to take up a high paying job, what are the necessary requirements?”

There was a brief commotion in the room, more gazes turned towards them.

High paying, of course equals high risk, what is this new person thinking, to take on a difficult job(3) the moment he joins?

Old Man Jake lifted his eyebrows, weighing the elf’s weak appearance, “Ye’r an… assassin?”

“Archer.” The elf replied.

At that moment someone also came up to the reception. It was the leader of the ‘Eagle Mercenary Troops’, he had the humorous name of Pugas Pauldron(4), but if someone were to laugh at his name, they would immediately be beaten until they can’t laugh anymore. Thus when people mentioned him, they used the moniker “Iron Gauntlet” instead.

“Oi rookie, you’ve got some guts,” Iron Gauntlet said in a falsely cheerful voice, “this old man can’t get anything worthwhile, why not join us? Short term job, the payout ain’t bad.”

“Gauntlet,” Old Man Jake’s brows were knitted together, “I’m talking ta ‘im.”

“It’s not like I’m forcing anything,” Iron Gauntlet looked at the elf meaningfully, “It’s just an ‘invitation’, he has the right to choose.”

‘Eagle Mercenary Troops’ is a group that only accepts close quarter fighters, such as warriors and rogues, but Pauldron is a leader that’s very enthusiastic about ‘getting familiar with rookies’. Meaning that, if the new people entering the ‘Mercenary’s Home’, were fairly good looking, they would often become his target. Since there are no females in the mercenary community in Elvira, and ‘the Mermaid’ costs money, combining these two points, relaxing on some of the gender criteria, is not really a problem. – In any case, the elf really does have a beauty that’s hard to ignore.

And rookies do have a freedom to choose, if they don’t have enough ability and strength, their only choice is to yield, give up being a mercenary, or to rely on some other power. Thus a few of the friendlier archers, quietly suggested for this peer to find some other group to rely on.

“Thank you,” the elf turned to nod at them in thanks, but didn’t look at Iron Gauntlet even once, “I prefer working by myself.”

Iron Gauntlet was not looking all that angry, for running into this problem.

“Really, you don’t look like you have much experience, you don’t need any instructions? Doing it yourself, isn’t as fun as doing it with someone else. — Give it a try, you might feel good, and come begging me for more, beauty.”(5)

The ‘hint’ had become obvious, to one side a few members of the ‘Eagle Troop’ laughed. Receiving such support, and with no reaction from the elf, Iron Gauntlet reached a hand out to drape over his shoulder.

The moment his hands touched the elf, the elf suddenly grabbed his hand, turning sideways and under his arm, the elf twisted behind him, and pulled hard. The warrior was not prepared for this kind of attack, his large body losing balance. Waving he tried to brace himself, but the elf had already lifted his foot to kick the bend of his knees, in the next second, Iron Gauntlet was kneeling on the floor.

The room was silent, many people had expressions of shock on their faces.

This was not some highly skilled move, nor did it require a lot of strength, but to have the courage to use that on Iron Gauntlet, was another matter altogether.

To cross him means to cross the twenty plus people in the ‘Eagle Mercenary Troop’, and under the principle of the matter not being about themselves, no one will rush to the newbie’s aide.

“That’s enough,” Old Man Jake’s rough voice said, “Get out if ye wanna fight.”

“I don’t have the desire or reason to fight,” as if nothing had happened, the elf released Iron Gauntlet and stepped to one side, “as long as this gentleman does not touch me. – Please tell me what the requirements for an archer are?”

All sorts of calls rose from the main room, some were trying to smooth things over, others were hoping for a good show.

Iron Gauntlet stood up, seeming a little undecided, looking at the elf his expression changed from hatred to part hesitation part anger, his gaze dropping to the dagger at the elf’s side.

–This wasn’t like those rookies he was familiar with, but how skillful is he, for him to be brave enough to do that?

Old Man Jake looked at Iron Gauntlet warningly again, and replied.

“Fifty paces continuous shooting fer a minute, at least thirteen arrows, get anything outside of the target or overtime is a fail.”

That was fairly difficult, but not an impossible goal to reach, enough to test the skills. The archers looked at each other, trying to decide in their mind who would be able to do this for certain.

“That’s fine.” The elf replied unblinkingly.

At that the archers were wild, they were never able to stand the ‘Eagle Troop’s’ overbearingness, and were all for standing by the elf and calling him brother. But there were also the cautions group, looking on with suspicious eyes.

“Not gonna fight, is it?” Iron Gauntlet suddenly laughed maliciously.

He went back to his table, slapping his left hand on the table, “I’ll be the banker, I bet pointy ears will lose, who’s in?”

The members of the Eagle Troop fought to place coins in his left hand, after a moment there was a small mountain of coins sitting there. And the right hand representing the elf was still empty.

“No way,” Iron Gauntlet let out an expression of shock, “no one wants to bet on our sharp eared little rabbit?” (i)


Translator’s Notes

  1. ROFL a rust bucket sipping porridge with a straw XD
  2. He didn’t actually say it like that, but there’s no accent or way to indicate accept (other than describing it) in Chinese. So I took a bit of liberty to play around… at least that’s what I imagined he would speak like lol… rough old man with a no-nonsense attitude and all 😛
  3. 一上来就想啃硬骨头 – literally translates to wanting to swallow a hard bone the moment it comes up. “Biting off more than they could chew”? Or something similar.
  4. 匹格斯 伯特恩 – Pugas is probably the correct translation, but Pauldron… probably not so much, but I decided to go with that because…well, they call him the Iron Gauntlet, and pauldrons…gauntlets… armor… you know XD (PS. Pauldrons are like the shoulder pad/armor thingies, I just found out recently 😛 Yay cosplay research?) Oh god, that was weak even for me…oh wellz
  5.  Urg…sleazebag… yuck, I feel like I need to take a bath just translating that lol

Ooooo I like this, Cain and Ellen’s meeting XD

(i) I bet 1000 gold on the ‘so called’ rabbit ( ^_^) v

<<Chapter Six                                                                         Chapter Eight>>

The Unicorn Legion: Mage Academy – Chapter 6

Author: Demon Lord D (D魔王)

Translator: Lylis

Editor: MeeBoo

Chapter 6: Irreplaceable

“Because the other three parties didn’t face enemies in their assigned path, and I was lucky to be the leader of our party.”

“Wrong.” The knight replied, “Even if they did meet the enemy, that was something only our party could have done. And in our party, of the nine, including myself could have been replaced. Only you were unique.”

“Umm… that’s only night vision, racial trait and good luck.”

“Do you think any other elf, with nine pick-up mercenaries, can defeat a legion of fifty?”

“Unprovable,” the elf shook his head, “as there are no other elf on this continent.”

“Are you determined to be difficult,” the knight sighed, “that night I was using magic to increase vision. –You attracted the enemy’s attention, forced them to break their formation, gave us a chance to move and an opportunity to attack, which of these can be done by someone else?”

The elf didn’t reply.

“In the current ‘Unicorn Legion’, I am the knight, my duty is to protect my teammates. Shelly undoubtedly will become a good mage. Julian still has not decided on a path, but I trust his intelligence and drive, to find a place for himself in the team very quickly. – And you, Ellen?”

This time, the knight didn’t wait for the elf to reply, but continued onwards.

“No one understands battle tactics more than you, probably not in the future either. Do you plan to think of yourself as a regular archer, or the leader of a legion? As the center of the ‘Unicorn Legion’, your duty is not to protect the members or attack the enemy, but to bring victory. – And you actually thought, that for the brain to be protected by the limbs, is a type of insult?”


“You’ve said to me once, that you will ‘work hard for us’, but before the real fight has even started, you plan to retreat? To see yourself as the team’s burden, then feel sorry for yourself?”

“If that’s the case, Ellen,” the knight’s voice was kind but sad, “If that’s the case, then I’ve misjudged you. My captain, the master I have sworn myself to, only has this much bravery?”

“….Cain.” The elf’s eyes widened.

“Anna said, that you can regain your physical strength, that I believe, because the day I met you, you were a homeless refugee that couldn’t even draw a bow fully,” the knight smiled, “but what you really need isn’t strength or the recovery of your magic defense, but this.”

He pointed to the elf’s heart.

“Ellen, I don’t know what you were like in the past, but if your heart still remains three hundred years in the past, and refuses to move forward then–”

The knight stopped talking. Because the elf suddenly reached out, hugging him tightly.

“Sorry, Cain, I’m sorry,” the elf said lowly, “disappointing you, that will not happen a second time. You’re right, it shouldn’t be like this. – For me… to have such weak thoughts, it’s like I’ve been cursed or something.”

“There’s no problem with being weak once in a while,” the knight laughed lightly, “Even if you complain to me, I’ll still respond. But please don’t say things like ‘I can only hide behind a shield’ anymore. – How should I feel as the one holding the shield.”

“Sorry.” The elf also laughed, loosening his hold, the looked the knight in the eyes, “Thank you.”

“No need to be so polite,” the knight shook his head, “is this a common speech pattern three hundred years ago? ‘Sorry, thank you’(1)?”

“Hmm… that’s probably just me.” The elf replied embarrassedly, “it seems I’ve been told that in the past too, but I’ve never changed it.”

“Diplomatic, it feels very distant.”

“I’ll pay more attention, sor… ahem.”

“It’s not that bad, no need to force yourself to change,” the knight replied smiling, “anyways, being polite isn’t such a bad thing – you don’t know how great it is for someone to greet you every day, when I was still in that iron bucket.”

“So, ‘good morning’ is fine?” the elf asked carefully.

“ ‘Good morning’ is fine,” the knight lifted his hand, brushing away a few strands of hair from the elf’s face, “ ‘Good night’ as well. … Goodnight, Ellen.”

The room was warmed by magic, the elf’s hair had already dried. The knight stood up, and blew out the candle.

“….Goodnight, Cain.” In the darkness, the elf replied.

“Mew.” Said Mewlice, generously relenting half of the pillow.

At around the same time, the dwarf was currently crouched inside the shower room of his own room, investigating the mechanisms of the shower.

“Ingenious idea,” the dwarf said, “but there’s still room for improvement.”

“The biggest problem, is the effectiveness. Cycling the water through the pipes, and at the same time using fire magic to heat, that idea is fine, but the structure and materials for the pipes aren’t efficient, heat will be lost if the area is too large, if that can be modified, it will reduce the magical energy needed by at least half.”

The siren listened to the dwarf mutter to himself, confirming that it’s completely outside of his understanding, he silently returned to his desk to practice writing. Occasionally pricking an ear up, to listen to movement outside.

Unfortunately, the high tower was a very sturdy building, the thickness of each wall is enough to block out all sounds from the outside. Thus allowing the mages to research in their own rooms, whether it was an explosion or the loud call of a summoned monster, it will not disturb anyone’s sleep.

But after writing ‘Raymond Raphael’ and ‘Shelly’ a hundred times, the siren started to become bored. Finally he climbed onto the bed, and entered dreamland very quickly. (2)

The dwarf secretly was muttering the fireball spell over and over again.(i)

However, the stone indicator in the shower, was still unresponsive.

Born with the advantage of high strength and physical defense, relatively strong magical defense, the dwarven race is suitable for any physical close quarter battles, with no inborn ability to wield magic. There had never been a dwarven mage in history. It is said, that the dwarven ancestors had offended the God of Magic, and the god cast an unbreakable curse on them.

“That’s not true,” the dwarf said quietly to himself, “an elf can be a berserker, orcs can become priests through training. Even if there is an inherent advantage and disadvantage, there is never a race that’s restricted by their trait, completely unable to take on a certain job. I just need to find the correct method, that’s all.”

“—If there is no precedence in history, then create the precedence. Like how Mr. Todd became the first dwarf to remain in the world above, I, Adventurer Julian, will become the first dwarven mage.”

He repeated this several times, as if that can make himself calm down.(3)

Translator’s Notes

  1. ‘失陪抱歉非常感谢’- The very polite version of saying sorry and thank you… the English equivalent would be like… ‘my apologies’, ‘thank you kindly’ or something similar?
  2. I envy Shelly’s ability to fall asleep quickly -_-;; basically his mind is like: ‘eat, sleep, tease Cain, think about Raymond’ and repeat lol.  Or maybe ‘eat, sleep, sexual innuendos, Raymond’… the teasing Cain part is just a byproduct since Cain makes it so easy lol
  3. You know, I feel sorry for Julian… but I’m interested to know more about this story that the god of magic cursed the dwarves and therefore they’re not able to use magic O_O That seems like an interesting piece of lore.

(i) at this point I was expecting something to go boom…and suddenly water spouting out the windows of the tower like a fountain ejecting the sleeping Shelley and a flustered Julian from the tower xD…too bad it didn’t happen…or will it?

<<Chapter Five                                                                             Chapter Seven>>

The Unicorn Legion: Mage Academy – Chapter 5

Author: Demon Lord D (D魔王)

Translator: Lylis

Editor: MeeBoo

Chapter 5: Common Sense Does not Apply

A dark shadow rushed past everyone, slipping into the room.

“Ah, Mewlice,” Mrs.Cavendish shook her head helplessly, “this is not your new domain.”

“Mewlice?” the knight asked a little confused, “has that cat been following us all along?”

“No,” the mage replied, “that’s probably one of the twins – the descendent of Teacher Yang’s pet ‘Mewlice’. It’s difficult to tell them apart, so we could only call them by their last name.(1) Either way, if you’re bothered by it, I’ll come and take her away in a moment.”

“It’s not a problem,” the elf smiled, “If it was…Yang, she would probably have let it stay.”

The lady mage looked at him, nodding, reaching out, she rested her hands on the shoulders of the siren and dwarf.

“Alright, follow me, children should go to bed early.”

“I’m already twenty eight…” the dwarf complained in a small voice.

The elf exchanged a glance with the knight, smiling, he said nothing.

The knight sighed, closing the door.

“Children? Hum?”

“Mew~” as if answering the knight’s question, Mewlice let out a long sound, coming over to brush against the knight’s leg.

“The psychological age is what’s important,” the knight bent down, petting the cat absentmindedly, “right, Mewlice?”

“What….is this?” the elf opened the other door inside the room and was shocked, there is a complicated device as tall as a person inside, “An alchemist workshop?”

At this moment, the sound of knocking came from outside.

“I almost forgot, there’s no water stored in the tower,” Mrs.Cavendish’s apologetic voice said from outside, “the bathroom set up inside relies on the fireball and water spell to activate, please allow me.”

“…I finally realize that I live three hundred years in the future,” the elf looked back at the knight, smiling, “there’s nothing like this in the Legendary Era.”

“Don’t look at me, there’s nothing like this in the Age of Reality either,” the knight shook his head, “there’s a popular saying in the Paladin Order that goes like this…”

“With God’s protection, you are invincible in this world, but mages — sorry, but mages belong to another world.”

The knight opened the door, and Mrs.Cavendish, denizen from another world smiled, raising the staff in her hand.

“Um… I’m not interrupting anything am I?” she looked at the expression on the elf and knight’s face, asking in surprise.

Mrs.Cavendish helpfully found some of her husband’s old sleeping clothes, but in the end, due to problems with the shoulder width, only the elf accepted gratefully.

“Is there some sort of magic added to this thing?” an hour later, the elf walked waveringly out of the bathroom, falling onto the bed, “if there is, it must be some sort of sleeping spell… yawn…”

“Hey hey,” the knight reached out a hand to mess his hair up, “don’t sleep before you’ve dried your hair.”

“Fu… Can’t stay awake.”

“Then play with the cat.” The knight placed the black cat onto the elf. In the end, Mewlice just sniffed the sleeping robes, and then jumped back into the knight’s arms, gently rubbing the knight’s hand with her head.

“Isn’t that your owner’s clothes, don’t you recognize it at all?”

“Because the smell is different, so she wanted to cover it,” the elf said, “to declare ownership.”

“Ahh,” the knight scratched the cat’s chin, “you can’t, I have an owner.”

“I don’t mind… Mewlice, Cain is yours.”

“Mew~” as if she understood, the black cat let out a satisfied sound, laying down in the knight’s arms quietly.

But after a while, she stood up again, and started to knead him with her front paws.

“What are you doing…” the knight asked helplessly.

“Kneading for milk.” The elf flip through an ancient book casually, and replied lightly, “it seems Mewlice really likes you, she thinks you’re her mother.”

“I’m male alright,” the knight lifted the cat, looking it in the eyes, “Mewlice, say Papa.”


“No not mew, say ‘papa’.”


“No, ‘papa’.”

“What is it, son.” The elf said lazily.

The knight speedily drop the cat, jumped over to catch the elf that was preparing to run away.

“An ancient joke,” he caught the elf’s wrist, looking at the other, “you will pay for this unnecessary provocation, hehe.”

“Don’t you think this goes against the knightly spirit,” the elf asked, his eyes half closed, “to resort to force arbitrarily.”

“Force?” the knight grinned, releasing one hand, “who said I will use it?”

Then he brought his hand to his lips and blew on it.(2)

The elf immediately realized his punishment and struggled to escape from him, but the results was that the knight swiftly defeated him even before the battle started.

“I say, how childish are you… hey let go… wuuu… This is cheating…”

“You’re the one that challenged me first, so who is childish? Hmm?”

Mewlice silently watched the human and elf fight for territory, determining that they planned to give all the rights to the bed to her, she yawned satisfactorily, and took over the knight’s pillow.

“Are you awake now?” the knight suddenly let go, and grinned asking.

“Eh?” The elf woke up from his curled up defensive position, looking at him quizzically.

“You’re no challenge at all,” the knight shook his head, “at least wait until you’ve regained all your strength.”

“…Will that day come?”

The knight’s hand was strong and warm, his palm was calloused where the sword hilt is held, this can only be made from training tirelessly for many years. Only touching it, will make people trust in him.

The elf sat up, looking at his own palms.

The signs of ten years of battle have already disappeared after three hundred years of sleep.

Even if he trained every day, and the skin on his fingers thickened, but compared to before, the difference is too great.

If these can be regained by training, then what about the things he can’t regain?

Magic defense decrease, healing effect reduced by half.

Anna would not completely understand, as a mage without armor, to prevent injury, concentrating on attacks under the protection of your teammates, that is their duty.

But for an archer that’s different.

They can focus on attack like an mage, but other than that there is something more important.

Even in a party, an archer is the best choice for solo attacks.

Moving around the party’s surroundings, choosing the most difficult target, or interfering with the enemy, attracting enemy fire to give your companions a chance, and if necessary, at least be able to engage in close quarter combat for a short time. Of course, these would bring many injuries. And for the ‘Unicorn Legion’, the chance of fighting against magical attacks, is higher than that of physical attacks.

That means, an archer without magical defense –

“An archer that can only hide behind a shield, can’t be considered a fighting force.”

The elf didn’t notice, that he had spoken out loud.

“Ellen, Ellen.”

The elf lifted his head, the knight sat beside him, looking into his eyes.

“Did you forget? You are not just an archer.”

“Unn, it’s only half of one now.” The elf smiled self-deprecatingly, his fingers clenched in a fist.

The knight shook his head in disagreement, pressing against his hands.

“Do you still remember the mission against the rebel army? There were four groups that were sent out, each with ten members, in the end only you received the right to see the Queen, why do you think that is?”


Translator’s Note

  1. Wait, what? The cats have last names? lol
  2. Sorry, there was a mistake in the previous version, Cain did not bring Ellen’s hand to his lips to blow on them, he brought his own hand. (The -universal-? sign for ‘you’re gonna get it, let me warm up my hand first’)… too bad, i would have happily had a nosebleed for Cain doing….things… to Ellen’s hands :3

OMG It’s been too long TT^TT I’m sooooooo sooo sooo sorry! I have a crazy project for my office to finish and this has been put on the back burner for a while… But i’m almost done!! Then I can get back to this!! Mwahahahaha

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