Local Netizen Elf’s Life In Another World Interlude 10: The day I got to know her

I, as Sylvia, was around ten years old when it happened.

I was a little elf girl, with a modest body, rightfully, and a cheerful life. Although I liked to act 'my age' and live leisurely like a kid, my ntal age was already approaching thirty. I knew how fortunate I was, surrounded by such wonderful people.

...And I was also more perceptive to people's worries.

Perhaps they'd only seen for what I displayed, but I found myself becoming the listener of many stories. My maids would often whisper to their love lives. My nanny often gushed over her grandchildren in front of . The knights would badmouth their bosses to . Even my parents sotis told their deepest insecurities.

As for ... I was just the sa.

I don't like to brag about it, but my psyche has never been too unstable. I'd always been the sa person, holding the sa beliefs and striving for the sa destinations. In a way, I am a solid person.

I look at things objectively. I try to, at least. And I also try to recognize my own biases. I'm not sure about myself, but I can understand people quite well.

There was... an incident back then—not a serious one, just... morable.

So ti after my tenth birthday, I was chatting with Eva as usual.

[Hanako]: I still can't understand elfs. They treat like a toddler even when I'm this big already...

[Xx-DarkLordOfTheFla-xX]: Maybe you are in their eyes.

Eva was a rigid person. She never talked much... but she always made sure to respond. I thought that was just her sincerity as an individual, and that was true to an extent, but I realized there was sothing more to it.

[Hanako]: But ti really does move fast... it's already been a decade since you called here.

[Xx-DarkLordOfTheFla-xX]: Indeed.

[Hanako]: We've been talking for a decade. Sounds unreal sohow.

She didn't reply for a while.

''...''

Soaked in the tranquility of my own room, random thoughts filled my mind. I thought of the ti I had spent in this world, which still seems like a dream. Of the relationships I've lost and made, of the feelings I never experienced... and of that person who chose .

[Hanako]: ...Hey. Why did you choose ?

[Xx-DarkLordOfTheFla-xX]: You were the most suitable soul. You have great enthusiasm for technology, which this place needs the most.

[Hanako]: But that's a lie.

Both Hanazawa Hanako and Sylvia Everwood were solid people. We—I look at things objectively and know my biases. I'd long realized that there were countless people more talented and experienced than I was, who would surely bring forth victory for her in a more convincing way.

Despite that, I was chosen.

Perhaps it was pure chance—maybe I was just lucky. But... online friends are also friends. I could tell right away that Eva pitied . It was sympathy. Not that I have a complaint about it.

Still, the most important thing was that we were there together. This friendship—I hoped it would last forever.

[Hanako]: Anyway, tell your birthday. I'll celebrate it next ti!

[Xx-DarkLordOfTheFla-xX]: No.

[Hanako]: C'mon. I've been pestering you for all those years... just spit it out!

[Xx-DarkLordOfTheFla-xX]: ...August 23th.

[Hanako]: Wait, that's so close to mine! And it's so soon, too. Damn...

A big achievent! I knew I was a genius all along.

Even for a long while afterward, I didn't receive a ssage from her back, but I could almost imagine her face on the other side of the screen. It was a common occurrence. We had conversations like that every day, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

Then... I didn't know what had gotten into , but I started scrolling up, reading our exchanges all over again, turning and squirming on the bed. There, I saw subtle yet undeniable changes over the years. On how she addressed , how her words slowly lightened, and how... real it felt.

Right. Sylvia Everwood looks at things objectively and is aware of her biases.

But that doesn't an she was sharp all the ti.

...It was only then that I realized what type of character I assud Eva to be. It was all wrong. Just as she softened up and showed her emotions, I also unknowingly began to treat her more like a real person—a friend, a precious one. The actualization filled with happiness and excitent for the fruition of our relationship.

I rembered rolling around the bed uncontrollably and even falling off once.

And the most special mont... when she texted a [Happy Birthday].

It was the day I really got to know her, my beloved goddess.