Although she said she was taking a nap, Siris slept soundly without moving for about an hour. I even wondered if she might be dead, but when I put my finger under her nose, she didn’t even react.

Fortunately, after confirming her steady breathing, I was able to relax. However, considering an elf’s physical abilities, I could roughly guess how tired she must have been.

Unlike humans who would experience physical problems after not sleeping for two or more days, elves knew that they could go for a week without any problem. Even Cindy, who was closer to an ordinary person, would only groan after staying up for a few nights and would have no trouble with daily life. Dark circles were inevitable, but when reminded of the importance of sleep, it was still manageable.

‘But Siris didn’t even sense my presence...’

A bodyguard knight should have a sensitive enough sense to detect even the slightest movement. Especially if that person is an elf, let alone a dark elf accustomed to darkness.

However, Siris was still sound asleep even after I approached and checked her breathing. It wasn’t exaggerated to say that she might not even notice if I picked her up.

Seeing her resting instead of escorting Arwen, it seemed like she was on vacation or had a day off, and I felt sorry for calling her for nothing.The? source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

‘For now, let’s wait until she wakes up.’

As my dates with Marie and Cecily had been postponed due to the test period, there was plenty of time. Since the exams will be over this Friday, why not meet some acquaintances then? And I’ll spend a fiery Friday with Marie.

I thought about Marie’s matured beauty, whose sex drive seemed to have decreased slightly recently, but still remained steady, adding firewood to the fire. Moreover, she always took me to an inn to relieve any stress she had, so she’s probably working hard to relieve the stress that has piled up due to the exams. I briefly recalled Marie’s beauty, which made her seem more mature, but quickly shook my head and looked at Siris.

Siris was sleeping deeply with the blanket up to her neck. Since no one would come anyway, and it would be rude to wake her up forcibly, it would be better to write something instead.

I sat at the desk and took hold of my magic pen. The remover I had received from Marie’s father, Dimitri, was lying beside the manuscript paper.

Scribble- Scribble- Squeak-

The sound of writing with a magic pen and erasing with a remover filled the room where I stayed. I focused as much as possible and wrote Xenon’s Biography.

Despite the environment, thanks to the presence of the remover, the efficiency of my writing doubled. Sometimes, I would realize typos belatedly and had to make extensive revisions, but now I no longer had to worry about that.

However, my habit of tearing up and rewriting everything that I didn’t like still remained. The trash can still contained shredded manuscripts, and I planned to burn them all later.

‘Now, I’m debating whether to make the devil obstructing Xenon’s party... Satan (wrath) or Lilith (lust).’

There is a devil executive who obstructs Xenon’s party, preventing them from returning while Alvenheim is under attack.

Xenon, having awakened after Kair’s death and Mary’s confession, was much stronger than before, and the demons grew to be skilled individuals whom the devils couldn’t disregard.

Furthermore, the party consisted of Mary, an elven wizard, Jin, a first-generation demon, and Lily, who was designated as the next saint. Considering the party’s overall strength, they were very powerful.

‘The beastmen are ambiguous because I don’t know their combat style, so let’s pass on that. In the end, the only option left is Lilith.’

The power of the Seven Sins is formidable, as they have been bestowed with power by the Archdevil, Diablo. Each individual’s strength is formidable, except for the strategically valuable “Sloth.” The rest of the sins will face the army individually.

And the demon who governs desire, Lillis, possesses a fatally captivating beauty that can enchant both men and women. Born as a demon, she also wields magic. However, during their first encounter, the purpose was to buy time, so she dealt with it roughly and left. Nevertheless, even in that brief battle, she thoroughly imprinted the strength of the Seven Deadly Sins on Xenon and his party.

‘Lillis’ fighting style is indeed...’

I should consult Cecily. As she is destined to become the next Demon Lord, I know her martial prowess is incredibly strong.

It might be a half-joking remark, but she once said that if she were to lightly swipe a mountain peak with her finger, it would split in half. She has even learned swordsmanship, claiming that she will never fall behind in close combat.

‘But I haven’t seen it in person. I should ask her later.’

I plan to ask her when the exams are over and the weekend comes. We can meet then, have a conversation, and I can casually inquire about it.

I briefly covered the notes outlining the development and picked up my magic pen, placing it on the manuscript paper. It hasn’t been long since the 11th volume was released, but I have already written about half of the next volume.

With more time available and the presence of the remover and advice from acquaintances, I could swiftly progress like a ship with its sails catching a favorable wind. Perhaps I can even release two volumes consecutively this month.

“... ...”

“... Hm?”

How focused was I on my writing? I stretched and yawned to relax my stiff body, then suddenly felt a gaze from behind and turned my head.

As I turned my head, I noticed that Siris, who knows when she woke up, was staring at me with half-covered blankets. I also quietly looked back at Siris.

Having just woken up, the sharpness of her eyes had softened slightly, and her slightly exposed shoulders and chest emitted a captivating atmosphere. Not completely covered by the blanket but not completely bare either, she wore it halfway, creating a sense of secrecy.

“When did you wake up?”

“I woke up exactly 5 minutes ago.”

I listened to her response and checked the clock. It was around 5 o’clock. Since Siris was summoned around 1 o’clock, it meant that she had slept for about 4 hours.

I ran my hand through my hair and glanced at Soris. She was still in a daze, cutely yawning. When she was a guard knight for Arwen, she was like a sharp blade, but now she seemed quite relaxed.

Well, most guard knights are like that. They have to be vigilant for their master anytime, anywhere, so they can’t help but be on edge. It’s only during rest that they can let their guard down and relax for a while.

So it’s not strange for Siris to show such a relaxed appearance. Especially since she secretly guards the Elven Queen, Arwen, her job must be extremely difficult.

“If you’re tired, you can sleep more.”

“Wow...”

I couldn’t help but be amazed sincerely. I never expected such an accurate contradiction.

Then, a sudden thought crossed my mind. How old would Siris be, presumed to be from the new generation?

At first glance, she appears to be in her early to mid-twenties, but she looks favorably upon elves. She doesn’t even complain about running errands, despite being a messenger.

With that in mind, I paused for a moment, pen pressed against the notebook, and looked at Siris. She was still blinking her golden eyes, dressed only in underwear.

“Um... excuse me, may I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“I’m curious about Siris’s age...”

“Well... can you see this?”

Upon hearing my question, Siris lightly tapped her partially severed ear with her finger. As my gaze shifted in that direction, I could see that she had a golden earring hanging there.

The left ear had nothing, but there were about two earrings on the right ear. As soon as I began to wonder, Sirius opened her mouth.

“We have a tradition of adding one earring for every hundred years that pass. You can see that I have two, which means I am exactly 241 years old.”

“...Indeed, it’s an age that seems unfathomable to humans.”

“For humans, even a hundred years is difficult to comprehend, isn’t it?”

Siris responded, maintaining her characteristic expressionless face. Whenever I heard about Cecily or Arwen living for over a hundred years, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of unease.

I continued to ask several more questions and obtained the information I needed one by one. Siris faithfully answered each of my questions without any hesitation.

After about an hour of questioning, I finally decided to close my notebook. It was time for me to grab a bite to eat, and I could always call Siris again if I needed further assistance.

“Thank you. You’ve been a great help.”

“You’re welcome. By the way, are you planning to write about us in your book?”

Siris looked at the notebook with a curious gaze. I tossed the notebook onto the desk and replied.

“Yes. Don’t worry, I won’t include any negative stories.”

“May I ask you one thing then?”

“Go ahead.”

“Are all the people portrayed in the book based on real individuals?”

Upon hearing Siris’ question, I turned my head toward the manuscript lying on the desk. Although the story was based on reality, most of the characters emerged from my imagination.

However, I did plan to draw inspiration from real people for some future characters. Lily will be based on Cecily, and the elven hero will resemble the legendary warrior, Ikehr.

Nevertheless, since the question was about using real people as inspiration, I responded positively.

“It’s possible that some characters are based on real people. Just as I asked questions to Siris, I lack knowledge about different species, so I have no choice but to seek advice.”

“I see.”

“But why is that? Should I include Siris as well?”

In my previous life when I was active as a web novel writer, there was a joke that my friends occasionally made. They would say, “Put me in your novel too.” Of course, it was just a joke, but I unknowingly ended up including them in my story. Since those guys never even read my novel, it didn’t really matter.

Honestly, there aren’t many distinctive characters in real life like my friends. By slightly modifying my friends’ personalities and including them in my book, they turned into remarkably unique characters. So, I casually asked Siris as a joke, fully expecting her to brush it off.

“Really?”

“Yes?”

But to my surprise, Siris’s eyes sparkled.

“If you’re offering, I’d be honored to be included.”

She perked up, even raising her short, rabbit-like ears, expressing her excitement.

Later on, I learned that Dark Elves have a tendency not to take jokes lightly.

“... ...”

I chuckled at her look filled with anticipation.

Translators note:

Chapter 1/5 this week