28. Once called Little Sweetie, now called Yellow-Faced Woman (3000 words)

The danger from before had just passed, and the “death script” I faced had temporarily diminished, but the subsequent “main storyline” came rushing in!

According to the script, the second princess of the white-haired elves, Edrel, was indeed suppressed that night by our forceful threats and dared not entertain thoughts of pursuing the elven saintess for the time being. However, she immediately sought external assistance—she went to find her sister, the eldest princess of the white-haired elves in this era, who would eventually become the most troublesome elven saintess for Kfeir and Nilu, the pure white nun, Urasilu.

This death script really doesn’t give me a moment to catch my breath! So at this point, I needn’t pretend to be polite: since the elven saintess has intentions, I have the same, so… I immediately asked her to share all the information she knew regarding the remaining two elven princesses.

After hearing my request, Izalis naturally agreed right away, but at the same time, she also presented me with a “small” request—

“Of course, I have no problem telling you~ However, simply sitting here like it’s an interrogation, with you asking and me answering, is rather dull for me. Therefore—”

As her gaze shifted, Izalis smiled and began to speak, and I immediately sensed something was off.

“I wonder if Lord Oqulid could accompany me for a little ‘training’ in walking—while familiarizing me with this mode of movement, I will also answer any questions you have about the two princesses, to the best of my knowledge~”

Izalis, do you really think I can’t see what you’re thinking right now, or is this intentional…

【Izalis wants Oqulid’s company!】

The script had already revealed your thoughts to me, so…

Wouldn’t it be better if you just said it outright? Just look at the expressions of the two big shots over here! They look like they could eat someone alive!

After that, I spent quite a while explaining to Kfir and Nilu: there is absolutely no “exclusive code” between me and the Holy Elf, nor is there any “secret language.” Moreover, considering that we couldn’t refuse Izalis’s request, we were already responsible for ensuring her safety…

In summary, there was only one solution.

The following morning, on the streets of the capital of the Rodland Kingdom.

At this moment, I was facing a rather troublesome situation—accompanying three divine beauties on a stroll. When I suggested that if they were worried, they could stay with the Holy Maiden the whole time to avoid any awkwardness between her and me, Kfir and Nilu’s moods improved significantly, and they changed into casual clothes to join us.

And the happiest of all must be the Holy Elf Izalis herself. Originally, her goddess-like presence could be spotted from afar by all the elves in the kingdom, but this time, thanks to my use of Zelus’s power to give her a bit of a disguise, combined with Izalis choosing to walk like an ordinary person, the script indicated that her identity went unnoticed for the moment.

As for why I could feel so “at ease”…

“Lord Oqulid~”

Though she was nearly able to walk on her own, Izalis still needed to cling to my arm to maintain her balance and pace. She reached out to touch my chest and even “grabbed” those two areas that could more appropriately be described as “excess flesh” for me.

“Why are you dressed like this?”

“Izalis, do you think I’d still be alive if I didn’t dress this way?”

I sighed inwardly and replied helplessly.

The reason I could accompany the three beauties in public so comfortably was that I, too, had transformed into a “beautiful girl” form thanks to Alsas and Zelus. After all, if a man were surrounded by three beautiful girls like this, I’d likely be the first target of envy from the surrounding men. But if it were four girls hugging and cuddling, it would seem much more normal; everyone would merely see it as a beautiful sight.

And perhaps because of this reason? Even though Izalis was almost leaning into my embrace as we walked, Kfir and Nilu weren’t as displeased as I had imagined.

“Mr. Oqulid, if you notice anyone who ‘detects our identities,’ please inform me immediately, and I will ‘command’ them away.”

“Saint, Izalis, don’t shout so loudly! Are you too confident in your appearance!?”

“Sorry~ After all, it’s my first time appearing here from this ‘angle.'”

Izalis’s response, while holding onto my arm, left me feeling somewhat conflicted. Indeed, if it were her usual self, how could she possibly appear in front of everyone so casually? She would have likely been “offered up” at the first opportunity.

However, before I could think of how to respond, the next moment, the movement of the elf’s hand felt a bit off—

“Also, Lord Oquilid, please hold me a little tighter; I’m not quite familiar with ordinary walking yet~”

Hey, elf, are you itching for trouble with Kfeir and Nilu?

Fortunately, although it was definitely intentional, Izalis had no intention of engaging in a verbal duel with the two big shots here. Just before Kfeir and Nilu could sense they were being “provoked,” Izalis had already smoothly transitioned past this dangerous topic with important content.

“Now, as we agreed, I think it’s time for me to explain the situation of the other two princesses to you.”

Izalis tilted her head to look at me, then smiled as she spoke. As for her earlier “provocation,” it was probably just a small attempt to gain an advantage.

“I mentioned before that there are three princesses in the Rodland Kingdom. Aside from the second princess, Adreel, whom you met earlier, there are also the eldest princess, Urasilu, and the youngest princess, Ilushir.”

“The eldest princess, Urasilu, resides in this main city, but her location is quite far from my residence, in a place designated for her alone. After all… Princess Urasilu is, in every sense, a very perfect elf, even in terms of faith. If I were not a saint, she would undoubtedly be the rightful successor.”

“And the youngest princess, Ilushir, is still at a playful age, living in another sub-city. As far as I know, due to having two excellent older sisters, she rarely participates in royal affairs.”

With Izalis’s brief explanation, a script began to unfold on my side.

[Urasilu plans to eliminate Izalis.]

The script indicated something similar to what Izalis had just said: at least for now, the youngest princess had not shown any hostility, while the danger following the earlier Princess Adreel came from the ally she had found—her sister.

“Lord Oquilid, could it be… that they have some strange thoughts about me as well?”

I heard Izalis’s confusion, but rather than fear, it seemed the elf saint was more concerned about whether “I knew about this.” Regarding Izalis’s safety, I didn’t want to lie, so I responded ambiguously.

“Pretty much, but this isn’t something you need to worry about, Izalis.”

The dangerous script had appeared, and what needed to be done next was to remain vigilant. However… the saintess was currently being protected by layers of us; what means could the eldest princess use to threaten her safety?

As I pondered, I inadvertently caught Izalis’s gaze fixed intently on me, and flustered, I quickly turned my face away.

“W-What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, I just feel that calling me by my name like this in public is a bit too dangerous~”

Izalis smiled slightly, making me realize immediately: her intel had run its course for now, so…

Now it was time to “stir things up.”

Sure enough, in the next moment, the elf boldly leaned in and whispered in my ear right in front of Kephiel and Nilu.

“So, could you change how you address me? Instead of always calling me ‘Saintess’ or ‘Izalis’—how about something a bit ‘simpler,’ like ‘Lis’?”

“…”

Elf Saintess, are you asking me to change how I address you?

You’re asking for my life! Because…

The gentle and virtuous wife and the hellish Asura could switch roles in an instant for Kephiel and Nilu, the two big shots.

“Hey? That’s a nice title.” Kephiel chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “Then, O’Keel, how about you change how you address me too? Something like ‘Fier’ would be nice?”

“Wife!”

F-Fier? That’s so cheesy! C-Come on, we’re an old married couple, let’s not do this cringy stuff, right, dear?

Then, Nilu quickened her pace and came to my side, giving me a start.

“Nilu, you are my eternal maid!”

“…Your Majesty, I haven’t said anything yet.”

I… I was just trying to sincerely compliment you, haha~ You see, I have to be fair to both you and Kephiel, right?

Looking at the “smiles” of the two big shots, I finally calmed down and hurried to deal with the last trouble.

“Saintess, to avoid any misunderstandings in front of others in the future, let’s skip those strange titles from now on.”

“But, I only hope to hear such titles in private…”

“Ah! Over there, there’s a beautiful clothing store! Let’s go take a look!”

Before Izalis could say anything more dangerous, I hurriedly interrupted her “spell.” This wasn’t about following a script at all; it was purely my inner “will to survive” that drove me to act this way.

After all, although our purpose for coming to this era had never changed—namely, to fundamentally dismantle the death script brought by the three elf sisters—this era itself…

To me, it looked more and more like a script where I was the protagonist, encountering the beautiful and wealthy elf saint Izalis, a stroke of “romantic fortune”! Saintess, don’t fall in love with me; it won’t end well. Compared to this kind of romantic entanglement…

You should be more concerned about the death risks that have “entangled” you because of your association with me.