Volume 4 Chapter 49-2 Father and Daughter’s Meeting and the Spirit’s Light
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
But for me, it’s a help.
He can love Lifia as if she were his own daughter.
Then, I can treat Rozmiaque as a father-in-law.
”Then what about your feelings for me?”
”Mainly faith and gratitude. But there’s worry, doubt, and disbelief too.”
”I’m sorry…!”
Of course.
From his perspective, I’m a mysterious being trying to deceive his daughter who has the power of a High Elf.
”Well, that question can be answered right away.”
”You’ll show it?”
Tifi’s question.
No need to say more.
”Ah, if Lifia trusts him, then I think it’s fine to bring him in as an ally.”
Lifia answered without hesitation.
”Yes. Father will undoubtedly bow down to Master’s greatness once he knows of it.”
”If you put it that way, then I guess it’s okay.”
It seemed Tifi and the others could agree with Lifia’s words.
A bit reserved, though.
”Alright then, Rozmiaque, I’ll trust you as Lifia’s father.”
”Ah, I am deeply honored and happy!”
”What I’m about to show you needs no further explanation. To the other elves as well.”
”Understood. I swear on my life to keep the secret.”
Good.
After confirming his answer, I activated my skill ‘Love Hotel’.
A door appeared as if sprouting from the ground.
”What’s this?”
Rozmiaque’s eyes widened, and he let out an inaudible gasp.
”This is Master’s power.”
Lifia proudly declared, puffing out her chest.
Seeing that, I couldn’t help but chuckle.
We led Rozmiaque inside, into the room.
Inside was the lobby of the Love Hotel.
A huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling reflected light through delicate crystals, emitting a beautiful glow.
Below our feet was a marble-like floor.
An elegant pattern of black and white mosaic.
Plus, soft sofas and tables were arranged there.
”This is… a subspace. But there was no sign of using magic or magical tools… What kind of technique could cause such a phenomenon…”
Rozmiaque kept his eyes wide open, muttering to himself as he looked around, his voice filled with awe and confusion.
”Rozmiaque.”
”Hah!”
I called out.
Rozmiaque snapped back to attention, dropping to her knees and bowing low.
”You used 6 letters of the spirit’s name. What’s the 7th?”
”I… I only heard that much. Knowing the 7th letter… that is my life’s goal.”
Rozmiaque lifted her face a little, a hint of frustration in her eyes.
”I see.”
I answered shortly, then held up my hand to open the menu.
A see-through display appeared, showing a list of user info.
I tapped on Rozmiaque’s entry.
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Rozmiaque (Elf)
Possessed Skill: Spirit Magic
Fire Magic (Mid-Level), Water Magic (High-Level), Wind Magic (High-Level), Earth Magic (Mid-Level)
Guardian Spirit: Ssloualboris
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I asked another question.
”You’ve guessed why Lifia could hear the spirit’s name, right?”
”Y-yes, sir. I think it’s possible Sir Taro is involved.”
Rozmiaque answered cautiously.
I figured.
Just a possibility, of course.
I nodded silently, then spoke again.
”Ssloualbo…”
”…”
I spoke quietly.
The 7th letter of the spirit’s name.
”…? Huh?”
Rozmiaque froze.
He stared at me, not understanding for a moment.
His face was a mix of shock and confusion.
Like he couldn’t believe it.
”That’s… the 7th letter… of my spirit’s…”
Rozmiaque swallowed hard, repeating the words nervously.
”Ssloual… bo…”
The moment Rozmiaque spoke the 7th letter, the room filled with light.
Warm light enveloped everything, and countless tiny motes of light danced in the air.
Like the spirit was showing its joy, the light pulsed and shone.
”O-oh…!”
Rozmiaque watched the scene, tears welling in her eyes.
His voice trembled.
He couldn’t even speak, choked up with emotion.
The feeling… it was too much for words.
It filled his chest.
”This… this is… the joy… of the spirits!”
He pressed his face to the ground, sobbing.
”Oooooh… Lord…! I… I…!”
When the light faded, Rozmiaque was kneeling.
He bowed his head low, right there on the ground.
He was shaking, tears streaming down, facing me.
But… it was different now.
Before, it was the posture of someone facing a ruler, a powerful “human.”
Now, it was like he was praying to a god.
”Lord…”
He clasped his hands in front of his chest, like he was praying.
He spoke to me like this.
”You… were a messenger… of the Spirit God.”
A messenger of a god?
I’d really climbed the ladder, hadn’t I?
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