85. Do you want a maid?

I simply couldn’t resist Ludwig’s persistent nudging and pulling. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into this small church located in the remote area of ​​the capital of the elves’ Kingdom of Prussia, which felt like a hidden paradise.

The church floor, not particularly spacious, was covered with a rather dirty red carpet. At the end of the rows of long benches on either side, another white-haired elven girl was already sitting beside a damaged statue of the goddess, waiting for me .

Among the three elven sisters, although she appeared the youngest, there was no doubt she held the position of the eldest sister—Urasiru, the white-haired elf, who had once seemed dangerously terrifying to us as a pure white nun. According to Ludwig , it was she who ordered him to go to the Rodma Empire to rescue and bring me away, subsequently providing me with assistance. Therefore, it was not surprising that Urasiru was here waiting.

“……”

The moment I appeared, the elf sitting in the chair opened her eyes. Having seen me again, she surely remembered what I had done to her “before,” yet she showed no signs of revenge or hostility. On the contrary, my presence even seemed to put her in a good mood, as she took the time to tease her sister.

She looked at Ludwig, who had entered the small church with me, and let out a light laugh: “Sister, how does it feel to be in love?”

“!”

[Boom]

Just before Ludwig could drag out his giant sword and chop the chair she was sitting on into firewood, Urasiru had already retreated—she stood up and casually brushed off her previous words, much like a troublesome teammate who finished their part and ran away.

With the “I want to see you” as a golden ticket, Ludwig could only throw down his giant sword with a displeased expression, leaning against a nearby pillar with his arms crossed, sulking. After all, Ludwig’s reaction just now clearly looked like ” she’s anxious, she’s anxious.”

After dealing with her sister, Urasiru turned to look at me. In her gaze, this elf still wore the black-robed nun’s attire, unchanged from my impression of her. However, there was something that had completely changed: her script regarding me. The three elven sisters surely no longer held any thoughts of a death script for me, but the elf girl before me was not just that…

[Urasiru hopes to receive help from Oujili De.]

The script appeared, and the content indicated that her attitude towards me had made a complete 180° turn.

“When you first went to the Rodma Empire and sensed that ‘the era has been restored,’ I had my reckless sister help you escape. I originally expected you to come immediately, but… the changes in the Great Ying Empire and the Rosia Empire, although not in the direction I anticipated, you have indeed exceeded the completion of your ‘task.'”

“However, because of your chaotic actions, the subsequent parts will become even more troublesome. Mr. Oujili De, do you understand what I mean?”

Of course I understand; to put it simply: the order I “changed” is not ideal.

The conflict between the Elven Pruce Kingdom and the neighboring Austro-Hungarian tribe has a long history. After the “Restoration of the Era,” the first to clash would definitely be these two parties. However, for various reasons, I went first to the relatively stable and less externally threatened Great Yng Empire and the Rosian Empire. As time dragged on, it naturally led to the war between the elves and the beastmen entering a heated stalemate.

At this point, wanting to “change” again is not easy at all.

I don’t regret it to that extent, but… the elven nun in front of me is clearly aware of this, which makes me doubt her intentions. After all, the three elven sisters have merely lost their “death script” regarding me; it’s not like they’ve turned into something like “love me to death.” Ludwig might still help me for reasons like “not causing trouble” or “older sister’s orders,” but the clearly much smarter elder sister, Urasilu, must have some reason for doing this.

“Why?”

I thought she would conceal such a reason, but… perhaps she already knew about my “script power.” The elven nun in front of me seems to have no intention of hiding her intentions at all.

“My sister should have told you, ‘revenge,’ that’s a simpler way to put it. For me, you are the only one who can restore the era after the ‘disappearance of order,’ therefore… I hope to utilize your power. “

【Urasilu wants to eliminate the Order Fairy.】

The script appears, and such content is indeed quite straightforward, but…

“Aren’t you already serving the Order Fairy?”

“Not serving, nor submitting; we have merely abandoned our original identities and chosen to accept the Order Fairy’s invitation to accompany her. For this, we have also paid certain costs; it is a very fair contract. So…”

Even after saying this, perhaps the Order Fairy is right beside me now, yet the elven nun shows no signs of fear. “I also have the power to ‘judge’ the Order Fairy, or is it that… because the Order Fairy is your Wife now, everything you do is merely playing a game with her, unwilling to accept our ‘help’?”

Help?

That’s not right, because… the two elves in front of me are indeed looking to “eliminate” the Order Fairy. But for me, with the Order Fairy being Kephiel now, I… perhaps never thought about “eliminating her” from the start. I only intended to change the restored era back, as for what Kephiel should do with her…

I feel quite ashamed; I haven’t even had the time to think about it.

Moreover, at this point, I realize: the purpose of the three elven sisters helping me is probably… not what I initially thought. So, should I bid farewell to them? As the saying goes, good gatherings lead to good partings; I believe they wouldn’t be so angry as to turn against me.

I was preparing to find an excuse to leave, but just then, Urasilu, who had just been speaking seriously about dangerous matters, unexpectedly made a concession.

“You don’t have to accept immediately, because I know: realizing that ‘your wife has long been the Order Fairy and that you can no longer change her mind’ will be very difficult for you. Therefore, before you make such a decision , we will provide you with ordinary help, after all… you are currently the only one who can ‘judge’ the Order Fairy.”

As Urasilu said this, she glanced at her sister, frowned, and looked back at me.

“Apparently my sister has already established her identity with you, so… do you mind if I use the same identity? Or should I change it? Slave? Lover? Or something else? As long as it’s an identity I can follow, I don’t mind.”

But I do mind! The ideas that you two sisters come up with are truly very sisterly! Exactly the same without any change!

“Just the same is fine…”

After much contemplation, I managed to squeeze out a sentence.

As for this pure white nun following me, it’s better not to refuse for now. After all, she has expressed her willingness to wait, and…

It can be considered intuition: to change the current situation of the Kingdom of Prussia, relying on just myself, even with a script, is indeed a bit dangerous.