I let out a slow exhale as I deactivated Enrage and reverted to my base form, before wiping my sleeve across my brow.
I’m exhausted...I’m down to about a third of my Mana, and my stamina is seriously worn down too.
But this isn’t over yet...
"Whoever you are, show yourself," I called out as I glanced in the direction the dark blue arrows had co from.
A few seconds passed, before a figure appeared atop the cliff, sliding down and landing on the pile of Monster corpses. It was a guy, he almost looked human, except that he had long pointy ears.
That’s...not a Monster, is it? He kinda looks like what I’d imagine an Elf to look like, or maybe a Dark Elf.
"Are you...are you really human?" He responded warily.
Wait...hey, Ai, how is it that I’m able to understand him? And how did he understand ? For that matter, how was that Archdemon able to understand ?
Monsters gain the ability to understand English through the Dungeons, or more specifically, the Demon Lord, right?
Since that Archdemon and Wind Dragon are both Generals, the Demon Lord probably gave them the ability to understand , so-...
," I chanted, Idra’s eyes widening slightly in surprise as the four of them disappeared, before I added, "Alright, that should make it a bit easier for you to relax and speak freely, right? Not that you had any reason to worry...they were my enemies when they were alive, but they’re loyal to now, they won’t step out of line without my permission."
"I see..."
"Anyway, why don’t you go first? Pretty sure you’ve got a much longer story than I do, so it’s probably for the best if you go first," I suggested with a smile.
"Yes, I have no objections to that. As I already told you, I am the last of the Dark Elves and non-Monster races...well, excluding the few humans that were enslaved. Actually, I suppose any humans that are still alive would be descendants of those who were enslaved, considering how short humans live," He mused thoughtfully.
"Exactly how long have you been alone for-...?" I began, before trailing off as he burst out into a sharp coughing fit, adding as he glanced at his hand with a grimace, blood splattered across his palm, "Uh, are you okay?"
"Y-Yes, I am fine, just slowly dying, nothing more. And to answer your question...I am not quite sure how long I’ve been by myself, I stopped keeping track after a century or so."
User Comments
0 comments from readers