Sariel: "Ibiluai, you understand human emotions better than us, right? Can you ask me a question?"
Ibiluayai: "What?"
Sariel: "I have been confessed and proposed to by multiple humans. There are people who like me even if their status is incomparable. How should I respond to people who have feelings for me?"
"..." Ibiluyai said in her heart that I have no experience in this, okay? Who would confess to her, a faceless legal lolita?
She double-checked that there was no problem with the soundproofing magic before speaking: "Do you like spending time with humans?"
"Me?" Sariel imitated the actions of humans thinking hard and replied, "Actually, I like it quite a lot. I don't eat it directly, but slowly spend my time making humans happy and frustrated...all kinds of joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
Years are spent squeezing the magic out of life until life naturally withers away. Although the quantity is too small to serve as a meal, the flavor is very interesting."
"Have you done it before?"
"I tried to confuse other races and live together for some time. In order to taste the flavors that can be tasted in various moods, I experienced all kinds of things with him." Sariel recalled her wedding and honeymoon.
The usual movements and expressions, and then a look of regret, "But our living environment is too different to last long. In the end, in order to avoid waste, we had to eat him all. Fortunately, now the Fairy Temple gives
We arranged an environment where both parties were fine.”
Yibiluyai folded her hands on her chest and listened without changing her expression and her heart not beating (literally). Races that are on the same food chain coexist and eat together are very common in the Central Continent, so this may spread out.
She was able to listen quietly to the topic that scared away all the humans around her. The same was true for Brodo who was eating next to this gossip topic.
After listening to this, Ibiluaya asked: "What will happen to the body of a person whose magic power is slowly squeezed out?"
"It's not going to happen. If the other person doesn't use magic power all his life, he probably won't have any other problems besides being easily sleepy and his skin will look unhealthy."
"Isn't this just like some vampires raising people and sucking them slowly? It's no problem in the Central Continent, but here, I don't recommend you do this."
"Okay, then I'll reject them. Thank you for the sage's advice." Sariel decided simply and swiftly, and sentenced those who confessed to her suitors to a "suspended sentence", not to make the relationship public, and to keep it secretly for normal consumption.
Okay, this topic ends here.
"Then, if I just report it... how long can you wait?"
"Hmm... a week. If you need help, I can change the schedule."
"Goodbye." Sariel said goodbye to them and walked back.
"Hmm... I really need to go for a walk on that street. I've made a week's reservation, so I won't miss that much time."
Sariel changed direction and turned at the next intersection into a neighborhood that looked no different from other streets, at least in appearance.
After walking around twice, it was dark and nothing happened.
"Well, most of the time, men and women don't fight to the death. As expected, there is no tooth ceremony. But here, everyone has special emotions and can squeeze out rare magic power. You can find it wherever you want.
Let me take a few puffs individually..."
Just as she was thinking about this, a compatriot walked out from behind a house, dragging a box as big as a coffin behind him, and walked towards Sariel.
"Hello, Lady Sariel."
"Well, Anline is fine."
Just as they were about to pass each other with their heads lowered and their heads raised, Sariel stretched out her "hand" to hold Anline: "I don't remember that my compatriots can do the menial work of moving boxes. That is what slaves and workers do.
What for?"
"Um...Ms. Sariel, this is just human...trash. To be precise...it's a used product. I think it's fine. It's just a waste. I'm going to take it back and use it myself...No?" An
Linye stammered.
"Can you take a look? I smell something suspicious."
"Lord Sariel...it's not very convenient for people to come and go here, isn't it? And...it's not something worthy of your attention." Anline looked really embarrassed.
"Let's go over there and have a look."
Sariel asked Anline to drag the box back to the dark alley behind the inconspicuous building. When she opened the box, she saw the goods wrapped in coarse cloth.
"Uh... this woman, not to mention her life, even her spirit is broken. This must not be delicious. Is it emergency food in times of famine?" Sariel scratched the human skin mask in embarrassment.
Anline pointed to the building next to her that was the Yaozi: "There happened to be a human merchant customer here who destroyed a product. Although the shop owner was compensated, it was inconvenient to destroy the corpse in the city. It happened that the product was in a remote area.
I am a rural person with no registered identity. I was asked to dispose of this on the spot. It is really just garbage."
If it were the Dismolin flowers of the past, they wouldn't be picky. In the Central Continent, they could eat whatever they wanted. Civilized demi-humans tasted okay but had trouble digesting. Humans were easy to digest but had low spirits because they were raised as livestock. So for Dismolin,
The flower flavor is a bit weak, but enough to taste.
After all, they pay more attention to the magic power that their spiritual shape can extract than their flesh quality.
The one in front of me probably tastes similar to the worst-quality human beings that can be bought in the Central Continent. Sally, Anline and others moved into human society and were surrounded by humans who were physically and mentally higher than those in the Central Continent all day long. Even if
Old people who are laid to rest normally taste better than this one. Once you are used to the rare taste, going back to the old days will be like chewing wax.
"Well... there's nothing we can do." Sariel switched to a commanding tone, "Send him to the temple for treatment."
"Huh? Eh? Lady Sally?"
Sariel took out a few coins and tossed them a few times, making a "ding-dong-dang" sound: "Since this country has not registered this person, even if he is cured, it can be treated as if he does not exist. Spend a disproportionate amount of money on a meal."
Yes, it is said to be the fine style of upper-class civilization."
Anline's eyes widened in the human skin mask: "So that's it! He is indeed the patriarch who has the most dealings with those goblins!"
With this shout, the door of the building opened. A clerk glared at him and said angrily: "Keep your voice down... Isn't there another one before we leave?"
"Wait." Sariel closed the door. It seemed to have hit the clerk's nose, but it was not a serious injury, probably.
"But, can this guy's spirit really be cured?" Anline leaned over to look at the damaged product with a look of despair.
Sariel knelt down, shook the product and asked, "Do you want to die?"
"I don't want to, die...save~"
Salier then stood up and put her hands on her hips and said, "Well, my spirit is still alive, isn't there still hope? Let's go, Anline, I just have something to report to the temple."
"Okay." Anline closed the coffin-like box again and dragged it up to follow Sariel.
