Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 184: The Dark Elf
Now then, where should I start?
Naturally, the thing I’m most curious about is the Dark Elf part.
Depending on the story, Dark Elves are sometimes depicted as a close kin to regular Elves,
and sometimes as Elves who have fallen into darkness.
Isabella-san might tease people, but she doesn’t seem evil at all—so she’s probably the former type.
Another thing that caught my attention… were her ears.
Her long hair hides them completely, but Elves are famous for their long, pointed ears.
I couldn’t help but wonder if hers were truly that way too.
“Isabella-san, you’re a Dark Elf, right? Are there also ordinary Elves?”
“Of course. The one Yato mentioned earlier—Lady Rose—is an Elf, and the princess of our country. Strictly speaking, she’s a High Elf, though.”
“I see! So that means Dark Elves and Elves live together?”
“Yes. In the Elven Kingdom, most residents are Dark Elves. The regular Elves are only Lady Rose’s close relatives—and Lady Rose herself is the only High Elf.”
That setup sounded a lot like the Dragon Clan.
Among them, only Yato-san’s family are true dragons; the rest are humanoid Dragonkin.
Thinking about it that way, I could understand why Isabella-san had been so protective of Rose-san.
Ashros-san would probably act the same way if Yato-san were in danger.
“I see. So that’s how Elves are organized. By the way, what exactly is the difference between a High Elf and a normal one?”
“Lifespan, magic power, intelligence—all on a completely different scale. It’s even said that High Elves can communicate with every living being, though that might just be a legend.”
“So Lady Rose must be quite old, then?”
“Actually, no. She’s younger than me. She hasn’t even left the Elven Kingdom yet.”
“So she’s a newly born High Elf, with her abilities still developing?”
“Not newborn, exactly—she’s about fifty.”
“Fifty? Ah, I see. Since Elves live so long, fifty would still be—wait.”
I stopped mid-sentence as I remembered she’d said Rose-san was younger than her.
That meant Isabella-san herself was older than fifty.
Well… just as a ten-year-old human is a child, but a ten-year-old dog is old,
maybe a fifty-year-old High Elf is still a child, while a fifty-year-old Dark Elf is already a “middle-aged lady.”
“I’m not sure if it’s polite to ask, but… how old are you, Isabella-san?”
“I’m sixty. And you, Sato?”
“Sixty!? I’m thirty-eight.”
“Thirty-eight!? …My, you’ve aged fast.”
That wasn’t just a figure of speech—she was actually older than me.
And the fact that she seemed more shocked by my age than I was by hers stung a little.
She just looked too young. I’m sure I look my age, that’s all…
“I think you just look far too young, Isabella-san. Are Dark Elves also long-lived?”
“Yes. We live roughly three times longer than humans. So in human terms, I’d be about twenty.”
“That youthful appearance really does make sense, then.”
Still, she looked way too alluring to be considered “twenty.”
If everyone in the Elven Kingdom looked like her, I’d be too nervous to walk around.
“Hehe, talking to humans is nice. They always call me young. No one in the Elven Kingdom ever says that.”
“I suppose everyone there looks young. Um… there’s something I’d like to see, if that’s alright?”
“Something you’d like to see? As long as it’s not sexual, go ahead.”
“I’m not sure if it counts as that, but… could you show me your ears? I’ve always heard Elves have pointed ears.”
“My ears? Well, they are sharper than a human’s, but… wanting to see them makes you sound like a bit of a pervert.”
Even as she said that with a teasing smirk, she brushed her hair aside and revealed them.
And there they were—truly pointed Elven ears, exactly like the ones I’d seen in anime and manga.
If someone heard that seeing Elven ears had gotten me this excited, I really would sound like a pervert, but…
I was just as thrilled to see them as I had been the first time I saw magic.
“They really are Elven ears! I’m glad I finally got to see the real thing!”
“Getting that happy over a pair of ears… I kind of envy you. Anyway, I have some questions of my own—may I?”
“Of course! Ask me anything.”
It seemed that now it was my turn to be the one answering.
After peppering her with questions up to this point, I intended to answer hers gladly.