Diablo Destruction

After recovering a crystal fragment, Jeluka and I found a hiding place nearby to rest and recuperate.

"This is already the fourteenth one."

After entering the skinning cellar, we encountered four more, plus today's one from the Undead Skinner, if the calculation is correct, it should be this number. Jeluka, who heard what I said, silently said from her The maid took out a handful of crystal shards from her pocket, spread them out on the ground, and counted them carefully, and it turned out that she was right.

Having said that, I am really a crow's mouth. Not long ago, I was mumbling about what to do if the undead skinner comes. Not long after I finished speaking, it did come. This tragic aura is too powerful. Could it be that I Already an existence beyond Feini?

Fortunately, there was no danger. It was just an elite-level undead skinner instead of a mini-boss. Otherwise, it would have been a tragedy. Moreover, after seeing the strength of this dirty maid, I bought a Gray Swald's heart, the harvest is not small.

While yawning lazily, she watched Jeluka use pots, spoons and seasonings - all in all, she was a super complete mini mobile kitchen.

Seeing Jeluka arranging these kitchen utensils on the ground, I immediately understood why as an adventurer she had to carry a small package on her back. It turned out that she was the same type of talent as Vilas.

Of course, my shy and conservative Willas would never do something stupid like putting her underwear in a backpack and carry it on her back. Her underwear is usually placed in...well, I can't say this, anyway, if the inventory is full If she had to choose what to carry on her back, I guess it would be a small pot. It has a similar shape to that Chinese [beep] master, and she looks like a gentle, beautiful and shy pretty cook.

This is the contrast between the values ​​​​images of abnormal people and normal people.

By the way, I have finished the dry food that Veras prepared for me. I expected it to last for a month, but I didn’t expect that with Jeluka’s little tail, I couldn’t really eat delicious food without sharing it with her. Well, even if the other party is a pornographic maid.

However, I soon regretted my decision. What I didn't expect was that in addition to having the justice of a knight, this guy also had an appetite like a knight. He had such a slender body. The only place that feels full is the breasts. I really don’t know where all the food went. Isn’t it a lie to say that women have two stomachs?

All in all, the dry food made by Veras was better than the last meal, which was wiped out by Jeluka and me in a hurry. Next, I can openly and calmly let this dirty maid cook it by herself, and then take a portion with me.

…

As a maid, how can we describe Jeluka's cooking skills?

After Jeluka was ready and devoured, I crossed my arms and thought.

Unexpectedly delicious, that's probably what it is.

I thought I would be like Princess Sanwu, making some very curious food, but the result was beyond my expectation. From the preparation of ingredients to the cooking process, Jeluka was quite satisfactory, although she did not show off the skills of a cook. The magic knife skills that can only be seen in the two-dimensional world (by the way, Veras actually knows a little bit), but she is not like Princess Sanwu, who puts dozens of bottles of strange seasonings of different colors next to the pot, and then pours them all in one go. When you pour it inside, it doesn't feel like cooking, but like a witch making something evil. Occasionally, a black skull-shaped gas potion will come out from the top, although occasionally it will be surprisingly delicious.

In short, I finally found a relatively normal place in Jeluka.

"Hey, Jeluka, can I ask you some questions?"

After Jeluka put away the kitchen utensils and the atmosphere fell into a drowsy quiet atmosphere under the firelight, I felt that the heat was coming, and I couldn't help but ask immediately.

"Hey, ask, actually I know what His Highness the Prince wants to say even without asking."

Jeluka lowered her eyes calmly and responded with an unexpectedly calm voice.

"oh?"

"The last time was after the battle, and this time it was during the battle. His Royal Highness's animalistic nature was really getting stronger. I don't think he could do anything to me. 'Hey, for the sake of convenience, you don't need to wear underwear or skirt in the future. Cut me a little shorter too' and the order is not far away."

I:"……"

I expected that I shouldn't show a confused expression and let this dirty maid make random guesses...

"Ahem, don't try to get away with it like this, Jeluka, I just want to ask, uh... it's that sword. Of course, if it involves your secrets, don't tell me."

"There are no secrets that cannot be told to His Highness, but His Highness is also interested in such things besides animal desires. It is really beyond my expectation."

"Hey, hey, you guy... I have already rushed over to save you so desperately. It's okay not to say thank you. Instead, I said this."

I glared at Jeluka. Next time this dirty maid encounters any danger, I will resolutely remain passive and sabotage her work.

"Your Highness, you really don't understand girls' thoughts. I was just too shy to say thank you just now, but I'm actually very grateful."

"I don't think people who say such things have any girlish thoughts."

"Really, I told the truth but didn't believe it."

Jeluka sighed, and I couldn't tell whether what she just said was true or false. Just when she was about to say something, there was a clear sound of metal breaking through the air, and her hands were already full of I picked up a sword, which is what I just saw, a huge sword with the luster of the golden morning sun. Under the red firelight, this straight and simple sword that seemed to represent the justice of the knight was exuding an even more intoxicating atmosphere. Golden red light.

"So, does your Highness have any questions?"

After taking out the giant sword, Jeluka seemed a little different from before, more like a knight. Although her expression was still calm, her eyes were much more serious. She rubbed the sword with her slender fingers, as if Princess Sanwu was wiping it. The gentle movements of her favorite books.

Of course, I don’t need to explain again what kind of books Princess H likes. Every time I see Princess Sanwu showing such a focused look and such gentle movements when she treats a book, there will be something strange. That feeling, that kind of emotion, in addition to being deeply intoxicated by this picturesque scene exuding a bookish atmosphere, is more like being moved to see that your incompetent daughter has finally become sensible. However, when your curiosity arouses , carefully approached it from behind, and when I poked my head out to read the title of the book, a mouthful of old blood would immediately spurt out. It has always been tried and tested, and even though I already knew the result before reading it, I still couldn't help but spray it again. .

"This sword... uh, can you tell me what this sword is called? Also, I have never seen this kind of light. Is it a weapon unique to your elves?"

I finally had the opportunity to vent the problems I had been holding back for a long time.

"Saga's Sword."

"What?"

I dug my ears and thought, "How domineering do you have to be to have such a name?" By the way, does Dark Continent know what Sajia means? Could it be that the elves also have strange legends about the 108 beautiful elven girls in Mount Niang?

"It's Saga's Sword."

Jeluka emphasized her tone and reiterated her dissatisfaction. This time I finally heard it clearly. Oh, it turns out I heard it wrong just now. The Sword of Saga, let me tell you, how could it be called Sajia... ...Uh, wait, Saga Sword? I also have a Galleon Sledgehammer! !

"In the ancient Elf language, if translated into the current language, it probably means the Sword of the Rising Sun."

"The name is quite appropriate. When I wave it, it really shines like the light of the morning sun."

Let's not complain about the name in ancient Elf language. I admired it from the bottom of my heart. The Sword of the Rising Sun is indeed a sword that lives up to its name.

Jeluka nodded, and it could be seen that I still made her quite happy when I said this. The feeling was probably the same as hearing others praise Vilas and the others.

"In terms of light, it does not belong to the five qualities classified by you humans. As you said, it is equipment unique to our elves."

"Can you tell me in detail? Also, I'm curious. Do you still remember the time when you first arrived in the Spider Forest? I asked you why you haven't changed into your equipment yet. At that time, you replied that you had already changed into it, but you didn't need it. Tell me this maid uniform is your combat equipment. Besides this sword, I also want to see your other equipment, is that okay?"

"Is this a shameful game of changing clothes?"

Jeluka hugged her Saga Sword tightly and blocked herself behind the sword, showing a timid and cowering look as if she had encountered a pervert (exclusively for performances).

I:"……"

"Well, if His Royal Highness wants to know."

Seeing that I was deliberately ignoring her words and going into a distant state, the slutty maid resumed her serious posture and continued.

"Where should I start? Speaking of the origin of this sword, it may have to be traced back to hundreds of thousands of years ago, the most glorious era of the elves..."

"Please keep your story short."

When I heard the number of hundreds of thousands, my heart skipped a beat. Feeling that Jeluka, who had already entered the literary girl mode in the Royal Library, had a tendency to talk at length, I quickly added.

"To interrupt others like this and say such words, His Royal Highness is really very, very rude."

Jeluka, who was suddenly interrupted by me, kept her mouth half-open for a while before saying this, using two "extra" words in a row. It seemed that she was indeed quite depressed and annoyed by my interruption just now.

"Excuse me, thank you. I didn't learn from you, the despicable act of suddenly inserting a sentence next to me when I was identifying the equipment."

After staring at each other for a moment, we returned to the topic without smiling.

"Speaking of the most glorious time of the elves hundreds of thousands of years ago, His Highness the Prince should probably be able to think of something."

"Wait...let me think."

With my brain running at high speed, I remember that before my wedding to King Dumbao, Kane stuffed me with a bunch of common sense about the elves, and I did seem to have some impression of it.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago...when the elves were at their most glorious...could it be that what Jeluka was talking about was the era of the first generation of elf kings, King Arthur, that I couldn't complain about? ! !

When I tried to ask Jeluka for confirmation, she nodded.

"As a prince of the elves, if even King Arthur doesn't know about it, he really deserves to be hanged."

Jeluka's eyes were straight, and she didn't seem to be joking.

It won't be that serious, but I do understand Jeluka's mood. For example, if I meet a guy in the camp who doesn't even know who the old drunkard is, I will probably rush up and slap him in anger. , and then listed the guy's countless crimes.

Ahem, although the way of describing it is a bit subtle, you can understand what I mean anyway. Among the elves, the word King Arthur has unimaginable prestige. An elf who says he doesn’t know who King Arthur is probably really knows. He might even be hanged alive by other angry elves.

"Then, Your Highness should have heard of the Twelve Knights by King Arthur's side."

Jeluka continued to ask, should I ask you or you ask me now?

"Ten...twelve knights? Haha...ah haha~~~ I seem to have an impression, but I can't express it."

I grabbed my hair, and after being unable to dig out keywords like the Twelve Knights from the elven common sense taught to me by Kane in a spoon-fed manner, I could only enter the mode of pretending to be stupid.

Jeluka: "..."

"Well...even if the Twelve Knights don't know, it doesn't need to be as serious as hanging."

Seeing Jeluka closing her eyes and trembling her eyelashes without saying a word, I couldn't help but subconsciously move my butt a few times to keep a little distance from Jeluka. God knows what kind of Sword of the Rising Sun she still holds in her hand will be. It won't suddenly swing at my neck.

After a while, Jeluka opened her eyes, her purple eyes filled with tranquility.

"After all, he is not as famous as King Arthur. Among us elves, he is [only] as famous as the seven heroes of your race, so there is no need to hang him."

Jeluka specially emphasized the tone of certain four words. Unfortunately, I did not understand the irony in them at this time.

"Ha, let me tell you, how can the boss and the junior brother be compared?"

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead. I don't know why, but after I finished speaking, I seemed to suddenly hear a "pop" and the sound of something breaking.

"Lower it to a lower level and burn it at the stake."

The next moment, something seemed to bounce over, and my buttocks suddenly felt hot. I jumped up quickly and found a few pieces of red-hot charcoal, which had rolled under my buttocks at some point.

"I'm sorry, my hand slipped. With His Highness the Prince's broad mind, he probably won't argue with a mere maid."

Jeluka shook the fire stick in her hand that she kept poking around in the bonfire, and explained in a tone without any sincerity.

This damn dirty maid, you'd better not sleep too deeply for me tonight, or I'll set your quilt on fire while you're sleeping to death.

I secretly thought about it, and then continued to ask: "Then, where are the Twelve Knights? Keep telling me."

"The Twelve Knights were born to protect King Arthur. They were King Arthur's most loyal men and closest friends. King Arthur led these twelve people to unify the elves who lived scattered at the time and defeated several races that tried to get involved in the elves. , pointed by the tip of the sword, invincible, that was the time when the elves were at their most glorious, and as long as King Arthur wanted to, it would be easy to unify the entire Dark Continent."

I listened and nodded. I had seen what Jeluka said in history books. There was no exaggeration in her words. When the elves were at their most powerful, they indeed swept across the entire Dark Continent. If the elves had not had no ambition, perhaps they would have been the rulers of the entire continent that morning. At that time, humans were only a very weak race, and the elves could probably be beaten to death by pulling out a piece of leg hair.

By the way, why did I suddenly learn the way of speaking from Old Galen? Is it really that I was infected with some strange way of thinking by this perverted leg-hair fairy?

"One day, King Arthur suddenly received an audience from a human messenger. The kind King Arthur didn't pay attention. He happily received the waiter and signed a friendly covenant with humans."

Hey, hey, this topic has changed too quickly.

Seeing my confused expression, Jeluka shook her head slightly.

"Your Highness, please listen to me continue. This is not unrelated history, if you really want to know the origin of this sword."

"Okay, you continue."

Jeluka said this with such a serious expression, so naturally I couldn't complain anymore, so I made a gesture to continue talking, as if I was all ears.

"The human race at that time...how can I describe it well? It was probably because it was not as powerful as it would be in the future, which led to endless ugly evil. Facing the strongest king in the continent, the human race envoy was both simple and extremely humble. , King Arthur thought it was a good thing to be friendly with such a race.

However, when the human envoy left happily, King Arthur's teacher, the great prophet Merlin who raised her and existed like a mother, immediately told the king that humans will be the elves' biggest enemy. They will bring the elves from glory to decline.

At that time, our king smiled lightly and said to his teacher: I believe that my people, as long as they can maintain a strong and beautiful heart like they are now, then no matter what happens in the future, our elves will be the best. We will overcome the difficulties and stand on this continent forever.

Yes, the king is always so wise, upright and far-sighted. If we, the elves, can always grasp the glory of that time, no matter how human beings become, we will have nothing to fear. On the contrary, if we cannot, then even if Once one human race is wiped out, there is no guarantee that a second or third one will appear in the future. If the elves fall, the murderer will not be anyone but ourselves. This is what the king meant at the time. "

After saying this in one breath, Jeluka stopped, took a sip of water, and continued.

"I won't say much about the subsequent history of the elves and humans. Most of the history books and the so-called history passed down from generation to generation are just tools to serve the rulers, with a strong racial bias. Anyway, our version It must be different from your version. Which one is true or false is not within the scope of our discussion this time. I don’t mean to ridicule humans at all. As I just said, the fundamental reason why the elves are like this is still there. Ourselves.”

I nodded, and suddenly I felt that Jeluka's image seemed to have become extremely tall after she was able to say these words.

"Although the king's wisdom and foresight are admirable, the Great Elder Merlin and the Twelve Knights do not want to see their race decline, even if the elves themselves fail. At that time, the Twelve Knights thought of an incredible thing. Method."

After a pause, Jeluka said slowly with a serious and respectful expression.

"They did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives and power in their golden age, secretly hiding it from their family, friends, and their most beloved king. They used the secret method of the elves to strip out all their power at the cost of their lives and sealed it in Inside the Holy Land.”

"This is too..."

I couldn't help but be moved. Even though I was not of the same race, I was deeply shocked and admired by the righteousness of these twelve knights.

"The mission of the Twelve Knights is to protect the King. Therefore, they made an oath at that time. When someone worthy of succeeding King Arthur appears again, their successors will also appear. The successors will use the power they left behind to protect the New Year. The young king grew up until the new king could take charge of his own business. Unfortunately, neither Great Elder Merlin nor these twelve adults thought that the elves would decline to this level in the future, until this day hundreds of thousands of years later. During this era, an elf worthy enough to succeed King Arthur finally appeared—Her Majesty Queen Arturia."

"Um...could it be said that Jeluka, you are one of the heirs?"

Speaking of which, if I can't guess it anymore, it would be a shame for my mortal IQ.

"He inherited the great name of the Twin Knights with piety, Jeluka, the Knight of the Morning Dew. Of course, if His Highness the Prince likes it, it doesn't matter if he continues to call him a dirty maid, although I don't quite understand what it means, although I think it is definitely not the case. What a polite and complimentary name."

"So... haha, how should I put it? In fact, there is a profound reason, haha, haha~~~"

I turned my head away in embarrassment and laughed a few times. Occasionally, I would say the name of Jeluka in my heart. Unexpectedly, she actually remembered it in her heart. She also said that I was too fussy. I am not a knight with a small belly. ?

"Huh? Wait, if you put it this way, doesn't your status among the elves be very high? Why are you still dressing up as a maid..."

Suddenly remembering the respectful attitude Amrudina and the others had towards Zeluka before, I couldn't help but realize that it turned out to be like this. It was not because of the remaining power of Artoria or Arlandran, but because she had indeed been influenced by other elves. The respected identity and status, based on the status of the Twelve Knights in the eyes of the elves, perhaps this pornographic maid is second only to Arturia and Arlandlan in the elves. In the eyes of other elves, Compared with her, I, Your Highness, have to stand far aside.

Wait, doesn't this mean it's the other way around and I have to be this guy's valet?

"His Royal Highness, did you really listen carefully to what I just said? We, who have inherited the oath of the Twelve Knights, have only one purpose in this life, which is to protect the growth of Her Majesty the Queen. All other statuses and honors are insignificant."

Jeluka said this with a very calm expression.

"The Gemini Knights...So, Caroline is also one of them?"

"Knight Carol of the Lake of the Evening Moon, if His Highness the Prince suddenly yells like this behind her back, she might have a very interesting reaction."

Jeluka, who had been serious just now, suddenly had her eyes gleaming, as if she was very keen on teasing her sister.

"..."

Okay, why does it sound like a female version of the Golden Twelve [Beep] Fighters to me?

Boss (Artoria), pack me ten Nebula Chains...