I was reincarnated and became a high elf, but I got tired of the slow life after 120 years

Chapter 1.7

Damn Elves and Damn Dwarves

Translated by Mlzkzr
Edited by Mlzkzr

 

About a month has passed since I arrived here in Vistcort.

My work at the blacksmith shop is going well itself, and the number of customers is steadily increasing.

As expected, the influence of the town’s best adventurer team, the White Lake, seems to be significant, and after Airena and her companions renewed their equipment, it seems that the number of visitors increased dramatically.

After that, well, I heard that it is rare to see an elf working in a dwarven store, and that there are many customers who come to see me.

 

My blacksmithing training is not going so well, but the things I can help with are gradually increasing, such as my role in controlling the temperature of the furnace, for which I can see the spirit of fire.

In addition to borrowing the power of the spirits, I was also recognized for the dexterity of my hands, so I don’t think that the day when I will be taught blacksmithing in earnest will be far away.

However, my plan is to devote myself to blacksmithing for about 10 or 20 years, so it wouldn’t be too much of a problem for me to learn it slowly.

 

But while my work and training at the blacksmith shop were going well, it was by no means without other problems.

For example, if I am staying in the town for more than a week, I may get astray when I go to pay the residence tax at the town hall.

Airena has been paying for my lodging for a month, and I’ve told her that I’m going to rent a house because I feel bad about it as expected, but she won’t let me do it because Airena was worried about me.

There are a lot of matters that are out of my control.

 

In case you are wondering, the salary that the damn dwarf shishou gives me is two silver coins a day, and I have one day off a week, so my weekly income is one small gold coin and two silver coins.

This is more than what the average adult male working in the town of Vistcort earns.

As someone who is employed as his disciple, it seems that the conditions are also exceptional.

 

However, the inn I’m currently staying now charges five silver coins a day, and whether I go to work or rest, the fee will still be charged, so the weekly payment is three small gold coins and five silver coins.

Not even a fraction of my income was keeping up with it.

Airena insists that I don’t need to worry about the cost of the lodging because she is learning spirit arts from me, like how to borrow the power of spirits.

But even though I’m getting a decent salary from my master, the damn dwarf shishou, I’m being paid for my living expenses by Airena, who’s acting like my disciple for the time being.

 

As expected, before a high elf like me say anything at this, I think about how a human being would respond.

 

 

“That’s how it is.
I don’t know what I’m going to do now.”

 

I tipped the wooden mug of ale and took a sip of the contents, then complained as if to let out the feelings that were slowly piling up on me.

The person I was complaining to was the first person I met when I came to this town, or more specifically, the first human I met in this world, Rodner, a guard.

He was a broad-faced, good-natured man who took a rest to coincide with my work break and took me to this reputedly cheap but delicious diner.

 

“Hahaha, but I think that it can’t be helped, since your guarantor is that elf-neesan.
In every sense of the word, she can’t leave you alone.”

 

Rodner laughs as he gobbles down the intestine pierced with a fork.

There is no sarcasm in his smile, and I can tell that he really enjoys this meal, the drinks, and by the way, the conversation with me.

 

Still, it was a nice diner.

The building and tables are old-fashioned, but they are well cleaned and the floors are spotless.

The table is sturdy, and it feels comfortable to lean against.

When I bite into the stuffed intestines, the meat juices overflow and spread in my mouth, and the ale was not sour at all.

By the way, the signboard girl here would be in the beautiful category by human standards.

It feels pleasant just to watch her as she smiles charmingly and carries out the dishes in a brisk manner.

 

“But, even so, that elf-neesan.
She is very reverent to Acer, isn’t she? Speaking of Airena of the White Lake, there’s a legend that she didn’t even bow down to nobles.”

 

Waving to the signboard girl who passed by our table, Rodner looks at me as if peering at me.

A probing gaze…… rather than saying that, it must be that he really is just curious about me.

Certainly, Airena’s attitude is so blatant that Rodner is not the only one who is asking the same question.

 

But Arena is a complicated creature, for her not to turn that respect to a nobleman who asked for it, but to turn it to me, who did not seek such a thing.

I hold out my empty plate and appeal to the signboard girl to come and take my order.

 

“As you can see.
Some people say that I’m a bit eccentric, though.
Ah, two servings of meat on bones, and…… hey, do you have any fried potatoes? Oh, you don’t have any after all, huh.
Another plate of intestines and more ale then.”

 

The signboard girl turns a smile at my order and then walks to the kitchen to deliver my order.

While swinging her butt.

But I still think that if I were to drink barley sake like this, I would want to eat fried potatoes or fried chicken.

Unfortunately, it seems there is no fried food culture in this world, or at least not in this Vistcort town.

 

As for the fryer, if I ask him, won’t the fucking dwarf shishou make it for me?

I’m sure the fucking dwarf master would love it if I served him fried food with alcohol.
……

 

Well, putting it aside, as I can see, terms have completely different meanings between humans and elves.

This is because elves can tell a high elf from an elf at a single glance, but humans cannot tell the difference between an elf and a high elf.

So to Airena, an elf, she sees me as a high elf, and to Rodner, a human, he sees me as just an elf.

Therefore, I’m not lying about anything.

 

“Phew, well it’s fine.
if you really want to leave the inn, just ask me and I’ll find a safe place for you to stay.
I’m sure that would put that elf neesan at ease a bit.”

 

I nodded at Rodner’s words.

Perhaps, surely, that’ll get taken care of.

Even though I was grateful to him for just listening to my complaints, Rodner was a really dependable and nice guy who even suggested a solution and didn’t force it on me.

Airena, and also the fucking dwarf shishou.

Then there is Rodner, and I truly, from the bottom of my heart, believe that I am blessed to have the opportunity to be a part of people’s lives.