She Decided Not To Get Revenge

“…”

The beautiful garden with a tall High Elf and a girl with wavy hair standing in a wonderful atmosphere. 

White tea tables, golden white roses, black bushes, and a shimmering afterimage of spring vegetation.

A child with the most beautiful smile in the world, and a white fairy who seems ready to protect and love her. A peaceful time with days that will never be repeated. 

Merlin’s attention remained intently fixed on the painting. Katlena Agreta laughed.

“I allow you to ask questions, Merlin. There must be something you want to ask.”

So, the other day, Merlin posed a question that had to be criticized for being improper for the situation. Katlena appeared to be on the verge of responding graciously this time.

“Are you going to get revenge?”

“No.”

“Does that mean you don’t blame him?”

“Maybe.”

“…”

Katlena was already putting a small portrait in a frame and replacing the rear plate while Merlin remained silent. She inserted the screws one by one, those she had loosened earlier in a delicate manner.

“It’s a curious thing: resentment doesn’t have to lead to revenge; people can dislike others as much as they want and release terrible feelings worthy of their resentment even after opting not to pursue revenge.”

Katlena mumbled as she finished the last screw.

“Even if it’s not in the form of vengeance, people can damage others as much as they want and get compensated for it.”

“…Are you planning on putting the frame on your desk?”

“Yes.”

“Are you attempting to see the former Prime Minister’s reaction?”

“That also doesn’t sound bad.”

Katlena was as cheery as usual when she did anything that was very peaceful or moderate, standing up from her seat and pointing at the frame as if dipping it on a tea table, regardless of whether Merlin narrows her forehead with her cold remarks.

“Merlin, I’ll leave it to you to find a good spot to look at it.”

She then handed the frame over to Merlin.

Merlin took it in her hands with caution, as if it were a hot iron. Katlena’s black eyes flashed with a cynical and unsettling glimmer of fascination at that precise time. 

Merlin had no difficulty identifying an unwholesome glimmer in the depths of Katlena’s eyes.

That’s how Katlena has always been. A type of person that is typically decent and cool, but who rarely appreciates going above and beyond what is expected of her.

When such enjoyment has a political effect, she becomes a generous person capable of amicable discussions with political opponents. However, if a spy was put in a mansion, it would aid in the spread of unsavory tales about her. According to the rumors, she laughs as she shoot and murder people.

Merlin lowered her gaze once again when she exited the room and observed a well-anticipated walk. She was disturbed by where Katlena Agreta’s heart might have gone wrong, fumbling with affection from the past. 

Perhaps she would never give herself an answer since she was in so much pain.

***

Any elf is aware of the wonders of humans. Humans occasionally come up with ideas that elves would never consider, and they touch on things that elves would never begin to, leading to unexpected outcomes.

Although the human lifespan is incomparably short when compared to that of an elf, this does not imply that their total amount of life is inferior. Unlike the slow life of an elf, the human ones were dense, and the experiences used to be gathered in each life segment could never be replaced.

The High Elves, who live for 1,500 years and then die, and the human’s wise man, who lives for only a hundred years and then dies, say eerily similar things. 

Young elves who have lived hundreds of years and young humans who have just lived two to thirty years share a startling amount of passion. 

In the end, it’s not how long one has been standing on the world that gives you insight into life, but how you’ve looked at it.

As a result, the elves never considered humans to be young and immature. It wasn’t as much of a public blunder as living in denial about an outside race. 

Furthermore, even the rejected elf’s will not dispute that point of view.

Almost all of the time, every elves shows respect towards humans. 

This is because elves can never duplicate or develop human life, and different beings have their own intrinsic value derived from their very being.

Humans, on the other hand, were never the subject of elven lives and contemplation. 

Only the inside of Elven society has become the subject of all judgements, especially for the Elves. Humans are nothing more than a collection of items. 

One can visit any story that leads to Elf’s life as a guest, but never the protagonist. Truly like a guest.

Humans can be a means or a process in an elf’s existence, but never a goal or a standard. 

Humans are valuable, but they are not absolute. Humans are deserving of respect and attention, but they are seldom prioritized. 

Humans were objects rather than causes, occurrences rather than truths.

Shaurillin was no different. He was, in fact, more of a fairy-like elf than anyone else. 

In actuality, he was an elf who did not defy the elf community’s beliefs any more than any other elf. He had always been a high elf deep down, and that didn’t change just because he trusted the human world. Elves are unchangeable. Elves are a recurring theme. The immortality of a High Elf is unquestionable.

Even if Shaurillin dies, he is born someplace as a promised person who must perform his role. So, even if things changed, it didn’t change for the better. Life was unrestricted, and death was uncaring. That was impossible to deny at any time in life, and that was the rule.

Before convicting Count Agreta, 400 years had passed since Shaurillin lived in the human land. 

Shaurillin’s distress was not the result of a personal relationship with Count Agreta. For the family’s young daughter, it was neither generosity nor pitifulness. It isn’t the child’s awe at receiving affection.

Friendship, compassion, and affection were undeniably present, but they could never be a goal or a norm for elves; they were simply a reality that could not be prioritized.

He’d never exercised the right to dispose of a summary before. While living in human land for a long time, he had never considered such a concept. 

He didn’t feel compelled to punish humans who were only visitors more quickly and consistently, or to deal with the matter quickly on the spot. He just kept it because he thought it was an act since the king of human’s granted him the right as if it were an act.

That day, though, he recognized he needed to use his absolute right to dispose of the summary. Again, it had nothing to do with the degree of friendship, affection, or loveliness.

There was only one possible explanation. Because a child does not have the ability to choose their parents.

Desiring to be king in human land was frequently a sin that resulted in the deaths of parents, children, and relatives from three different families. A child, on the other hand, cannot choose their parents. That is something that human law recognizes.

As a result, Shaurillin realized that, before such a formal ruling, he needed to set an example that he would not be subjected to any harsher punishment than anyone else.

Human law was nothing more than a passing scene for the High Elf, and the child could not choose their parents on their own.

So he doesn’t have to look at any of that any longer, right now, without delay, on that particular day.

It was decided that it needed to be resolved immediately.

He stood in front of the sleeping child’s door and inserted his steel scabbard into the handle of the great door, which had been built vertically to provide a catch. 

The Count’s house, which had been in use for hundreds of years, had been twisted and bound by magic and power, and the door could never be opened from the outside to the inside. 

Because children cannot choose their parents, they will be unable to use them.

With such conviction, he turned his back and left the scabbard behind. While strewn about with lemon-colored hair that sways in the moonlight.

The white fairy with purple eyes pulled out a sword that would never be pierced anywhere again.

On that day, all the individuals who have sinned perished. The case will come to a close, with no need to inquire or fight further. They made a full death judgment there.

A fairy never looks back or regrets his decision. With this way, the ruthless high elf who once soaked the Blue Mountains in Alves’ blood, and the demonic beast known as the Illinai Wolf for a period after that, stained Count Agreta’s home with blood.

And two and a half years have passed since then, seeing the girl burying her head down in the lowest place in front of the Emperor, kneeling down to her family’s enemies while biting her lips. Those youthful eyes were filled with hatred and anguish.

Yes, that was before her eyes were still black. It was before her hair that was scattered on the stone floor, like petals falling in the wind, was still red like blood or twilight.

Elves were still a race that never questioned or regretted their decisions. 

As a result, Shaurillin cast a glance down at the girl, but paused. Shaurillin will now lose human authority in the world of man, and Katlena will never forgive him, therefore he will attempt to rush into the fairy with such human authority.

But Shaurillin isn’t going down without a fight. He knew that after a simple retribution, the only future left was collapse, and that human life was always magnificent and faster than elfs thought.

This was because the Elven race has never concluded that Katlena Agreta was young or immature. 

Humans are incredible, and their brief existence deserves to be respected, because they would never fall behind the elves in terms of totality.

As a result, Shaurillin came to a different conclusion.

It’s been forty years. Those years may seem insignificant to Shaurillin, but they will provide ample opportunity for Katlena to prepare.

As a result, Shaurillin will live for forty years in order to die in Katlena’s hands.

The 400-year-old prime minister was ready to make a decision on the spot.

            ⅳ. Minister and minister. End.