Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

How did this happen, Lianya thought as she stroked the cup in her hand somehow.

In the cup is tea that tastes close to green tea where the original world says it is.

Tea and green tea are also present in this world, but the tea definitely tasted like tea, but the green tea I mouthed in the Elf country was Lianya, which I feel tastes different.

The smell and taste are similar to the green tea of the original world, but I can't help but feel that it has a slight but not green tea fragrance and a sweet taste.

The scent was somewhat different, but Lianya thinks it is the scent of a tree.

Perhaps the storage method stores it in some kind of wooden bin, but the smell of that bin has shifted, I presume.

It's not an unpleasant smell, but I still can't deny the feeling that it's killing off the crisp aroma of tea.

As for the sweetness, I don't really want to believe it as Lianya, but I think it contains sugar.

Even in the original world, Lotus has the knowledge to say that there was a drink called Green Tea Me, etc. with milk and sugar in the green tea, but it doesn't suit my taste at all.

All in all, this beverage offered was a substitution that did not suit Lianya's tastes.

I tell myself that, well, I have no choice.

Lianya thinks it would be really disrespectful to think about the difference between an elf and a human preference to put a kettle on the food provided.

Aside from the tea considerations, Lianya turns to the situation in which she is placed.

On my knees, holding a cup with both hands, sipping tea whilst fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

There is an atmosphere where hugging on the shoulder car or knee is almost in place, but Lianya also tolerates it there because it is not harmful.

Next to Lianya's left, Rhona in a monk's uniform holds the cup with both hands and puts her mouth on the tea.

Done. I look at her face, but I was concerned that Lianya looked somewhat envious of her eyes looking at Hiraki and Flau from time to time, but it had nothing to do with her grasping the current situation, so I decided not to look at her.

To its left, moreover, Scion, dressed like a witch's garment in his usual black jacket, keeps sending an intimidating glance at the other side of the table with the cup on the table, pinched.

At the end of that line of sight is the cloire.

This one doesn't get his hands on the cup either, and he's staring back at Scion's gaze as he's being sent.

Lianyi had no reason to know what had happened between them, but there seemed to be no doubt that the atmosphere was sinister.

There is wax in this.

When you go back and return to the transfer gate, if the destination is in the Elf country, you will need a two-day respite due to various procedures, etc.

I was there. I just passed, so it didn't work, and the process started over again from the beginning.

Using this, after Zion and his men had returned to the city of Kukrica, he tried to take Lianya to the royal capital, the capital of the kingdom of Elves, during those two days.

Nominally, it's a reward consultation and handover.

The reality was that after luring Lianya deep into the land of the elves, the intention was to have her permanently reside on the people's continent without returning her if she could.

This is due to the fact that Cloire herself did not want to return Lotus Ya, while also benefiting from keeping Lotus Ya in the Elf Country, which combines out-of-digit magic with combat power.

Thirty-fifth, perhaps, but the Emperor's daughter, the title, allows for the exercise of considerable power.

For the record, it is not uncommon for a fairly wealthy and stately household in the land of elves to have a total number of daughters and sons exceeding thirty.

If you can make it and feed it, it can also be said that what guilt there is in making it is a natural thing because it is an elf value and it has the youth and longevity to enable it.

The breeding power of elves in this world is quite successful.

Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to sweep a single continent with just one species saying elves.

Talk back.

Cloire's plan was difficult to navigate in the resistance of Lianya, who somehow perceived intent, but it was Scion who stabbed him in the stomach for this.

Originally, it was because Zion, who should not be able to return for two days, came back to the land of the elves lightly the next day.

The boulders and the croils were surprised by this.

I rushed to let the procedure be reviewed, but apparently Scion let the normal procedure be soaked up and permission for the use of the transfer gate grated by rather forceful means.

It's not something you can't do.

It was not something that could not be done, but in order to do so, the corresponding power is required.

Before Zion returned to Lianya's place, Zion broke in while a hurried croir was persuading Lianya to take just the words to Lianya's royal capital.

As it is, with a light grasp of what reason it is, Scion starts to quarrel with Chloir, things start to get confused, and eventually Scion and Chloir are sunk and silenced at once by Iron Claw using both hands of Laughing Lotus Ya.

Between the common language of the people and the elf language, surprised to see why a verbal quarrel had been established without an interpreter, Lotus sent a warning that Lianya would break it if she started making any more noise, and Sion and Kroir just stared at each other because she couldn't wait to be broken.

Lorna and Frau went through without me, and around the beginning of Lianya's idea of how to pack up, an elf guard came to visit Lianya with words about arriving visitors and wishing them enough time in the guest room.

And to this day, Lianya turns her fed up gaze to the top of the table.

Sitting there was, in a nutshell, a beautiful man.

It is called handsome.

Short, saggy blonde hair is beautifully done, and a thin, tidy face would definitely look back and look twice if she missed the ten and eighty-nine.

The adorable yellow costume you are wearing is decorated to the point where it is brilliant but not disgusting, and its thin and supple hands are grasped with tin canes with jewels.

Behind it was a few fully armed elf soldiers, waiting in a fairly tense facade and upright immovable position, and it was readily discernible that they were elves in a considerable position, in conjunction with the atmosphere created by the person sitting.

"Hey... is it real, you?

I was wondering if it was real, but Lianya asks for confirmation once.

It was explained to me beforehand by Kroir to say who the person was, but I can't really boil down to saying I don't believe one thing right now.

Think about it normally, because the person Cloire spoke of shouldn't be able to walk away.

Even when such a suspicious gaze of Lianya was turned, the person in the upper seat did not appear to have offended him, and let him snap his neck just a little.

Every move is oddly graceful, and I guess Lianya is real after all.

"Is it real, what?

The voice I've been asking back is a low, good beauty on the street.

If you are a woman, you also contain so much luster that you may lose your hips just because you were whispered in your ear.

I ask you, therefore, if you are His Majesty the Emperor Royce-Pas-Tiffaretto, who made 35 children, an incredible breed of horses from my side of the people.

To Lianya's question, the air in the room freezes, nothing like that.

As usual, the soldiers remained nervous facedown, and the seeded horse called himself remained a laid-back expression that he did not know if he was listening or not.

For once, Theon and Lorna's expressions have hardened, but Cloire has stopped even tickling as she stuck them on the table.

"If that's the question, let's say no."

Lotus Yaya thought she was going to be very angry, but the person in the upper seat only gracefully and slowly shook her neck left and right to deny Lotus Yaya's question.

I think it would be horrible to call it a noble person, such as an elegant person, until the motion of shaking his head, but I immediately tilt his neck.

I wonder if to say that the answer is a denial is to say that the person in front of you is not His Majesty the Emperor himself, who was being heard by Cloire.

"What do you mean?

"That's right."

The person on the seat makes a little to keep the words going.

"I must be the twelfth emperor, Roych-Pas-Tifareto"

"Hmm?"

"But it may not be an incredible story from the nobility of the people, but the number of children I have become exceeds 100 in all, including hidden children who are not cognizant. To say 35 is the number of children between me and my regular chamber, and if it is all my children, it is a mistake, but therefore I answered no"

"Hey, no, Dad? Recognize him..."

"Father!?

Cloire's screams overlapped Lotus Yaya's words, which were apparently his first ears, when he asked the boulder and spoke low.

Surprised by the number of people, surprised by how His Majesty the Emperor is smashing, Lorna has slipped off the chair and Shion, who doesn't know the elf language, is blinking her eyes without knowing what happened.

One, only Frau, is on Lianya's lap, still cooling a cup with tea fu fu.

"No, my father and I are heartless. All in my discretion."

"That's great value... but what are you going to do with the right to inherit the throne..."

Lotus Yaya asks whether a wave of reformists has reached this point as Lorna tries to get back into the chair, her thighs revealed quite remarkably when she slipped off, and some of the soldiers behind Her Majesty the Emperor on her swinging chest are turning a good gaze to say cancer.

"Not to worry. My reign will last another 300 years, so I don't care what happens in the meantime."

"Doom, elf..."

"Mr. Lenya... I know how you feel, but for once it's also my country..."

Lotus Yaya, somewhat sympathetic to the way Cloire still manages to squeeze her voice out of the shock she hasn't recovered from the reality she first heard, decided to avoid pursuing any further.

"Did you say Lenya? This time, I had this city protected from raids by demonic armies. I have to thank you first. Many of my people and soldiers did not die because of you. You're right, thank you."

Watching the emperor bow his head to Lianya, a twitch arose among the elves.

Lianya waved at it reluctantly.

"Stop it, I've got thoughts over here and that's what I did"

"What do you want, I ask?

Asked with her face up, Lianya says whatever she can think of as she counts her fingers folded.

"Er. I like a steady supply of soy sauce and miso and some rare food. Something hard to get on a people's continent is awesome. If there's a crop called Aros, I want it, and I want metal and precious metals. There's something there, isn't there? Rare metals, foiled ingredients? It would be nice to call that elf's inherent sorcery. If you can tell me, I want to be taught. And I want one house, because it's small. I don't want to live there, but there are a lot of bases. I've never been there. You don't even get it if it's territorial, do you? I don't need a title or anything, so just give me the right to tax. And then..."

"You must be too greedy for boulders -..."

Sion, who had Rona interpret what Lianya was saying, shudders and squeals.

"I told you because His Majesty the Emperor has deliberately asked you what you want? It would be free if you just wanted it."

Of course, Lianya doesn't look bad either.

The emperor, who was silently listening to Lianya's demands, climbed out onto the table, elbowed and put his fingers together, opening his mouth as he stared at Lianya.

"He is in the throne of the emperor, and therefore all that you desire and all that is now must come true."

"That's a lot to say. I honestly wanted too much, you idiot, just say something."

"No, given the value of the life of a soldier to one city and to the inhabitants there, I also feel the territory went too well, but otherwise it is not. Oh, you should give up mastering intrinsic magic. It's a prerequisite to be an elf."

"So you're telling me you'll give me anything but territory?

Lotus Yaya wonders if it would be too generous to do anything at all.

The emperor shook his head at the words of Lotus Ya.

"One thing, if you can have a drink of the terms I offer. Let's give them territory too. What do you say?"

The emperor stared into Lianya's eyes, and he slowly distorted the edge of his mouth.