An Archdemon's Dilemma: How to Love Your Elf Bride: Volume 4 [Parts 1 to 8] by Fuminori Teshima

Author:Fuminori Teshima
Language: eng
Format: epub

“Mashter Zagan! What’s this?” Nephy asked as she dug up a frog who was in the middle of hibernating in the forest.

“That’s creature... is known as a frog. It's edible, so we can at least use it as an emergency ration.”

“I-I could never!”

“Only if you’re ever starving. It looks like it’s still hibernating, so put it back where you found it for now.”

“Hibernating...?”

“This sort of creature can’t gather much food in the winter, which makes it resort to sleeping through most of it.”

“Mashter Zagan’s amazing! You know everything, don’t you!?”

“...Not really.”

The next morning, Nephy’s mind had regressed to match her outer appearance. By the time morning rolled around she had completely forgotten what happened the previous night. Having said that, it wasn’t like she forgot about Zagan and the others. In fact, she was actually quite attached to them.

“Nephy, let’s go bury it,” Foll said from right beside Nephy.

“Yes, Big Shish!” Nephy responded as she tottered along behind Foll. It seemed the Nephy's change had resulted in them getting closer. Foll also seemed to quite like being called a big sister, and she continued to lead Nephy by the hand all over the place.

Zagan was reading a book in the shade of a tree while watching over the two of them. Contrary to the graveness of the situation, the scene playing out before him was akin to a family picnic.

For the time being, I guess it’s a good thing that Nephy isn’t all that depressed... Luckily, she hadn't forgotten about Zagan and the others, or that might not have been true.

Zagan glanced behind him. Now that it was bright out, the others had begun investigating the village. None of them knew exactly what happened to Nephy’s body, so Zagan and Foll ended up staying by her side.

Barbatos, who had deep shadows beneath his eyes and whose speech and conduct was damaged beyond repair. Gremory, who had once more returned to the form of an old woman and was far too untrustworthy. Kimaris, who had the face of a lion that could kill a beast with a single glare. Nephteros, who upon their first meeting, only ever scowled at people. And Zagan, who, needless to say, did not have a countenance that attracted children at all. At best, the only person around who a child would trust upon a first meeting was the crybaby, Chastille. No child would survive in such a hostile environment.

Zagan looked over to see how his companions were doing. Perhaps having noticed that, Chastille walked over to him with a bored expression on her face.

“How’s it going here, Zagan?”

“Foll’s doing great with Nephy. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to find anything of particular use.”

Of course, it wasn’t like Zagan was just babysitting. Next to him was a pile of journals that he found in the manor. They were the journals of the village elders that spanned generations.

“Can you read elven writing?” Chastille muttered in admiration.

“Celestian is another matter, but I can understand their common tongue to an extent, yes,” Zagan said.

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