Chapter 319: Education (3)

    Since Isaac’s true identity was revealed, Arwen’s schedule had only gotten busier. Knowing Xenon’s identity was a title that had faded, but her close relationship with him remained unchanged.

    In fact, Arwen had revealed her close friendship with Isaac in front of everyone during the small social gathering. Despite the formal setting where they maintained decorum, the attendees were high-ranking politicians with keen observational skills and sharp psychological insights.

    On the other hand, Isaac, who was debuting in such a social event, struggled to manage his expressions. Despite Marie’s best efforts to support him, his inexperience was evident. Nevertheless, Isaac interacted with Arwen as if they were truly close friends, engaging in seamless conversation and even exchanging jokes.

    Moreover, the head of the Elder Council, Fieren, had made a desperate statement during his final outburst, claiming that Xenon, or rather Isaac, was Arwen’s lover and had even left her speeches.

    Whether or not they were lovers was beside the point, the key detail was that Isaac had directly helped Arwen by writing her speeches. This was a direct involvement, unlike the more ambiguous assistance he provided to the demons through “Xenon’s Biography.”

    This implied that Isaac was close enough to lend his wisdom to Arwen. If it weren’t for Marie being his fiance?e, rumors about them being a couple would have spread. Everyone who needed to know was aware of Arwen’s romantic feelings for Isaac, but they kept quiet to avoid unnecessary confusion.

    Regardless, since Isaac’s confession, Arwen had been incredibly busy. While she was used to the overwhelming workload, it was the ‘gift’ that was the real issue. She wanted to present herself as a gift from Alvenheim, but as time passed, it became increasingly delayed.

    The timing was one thing, but above all, she was embarrassed. It was practically a public declaration of love in front of everyone.

    Confessing to a man who already has a fiance?e? Can she handle the backlash? Especially considering that it’s Xenon.

    She can. In fact, it’s what she desires. Alvenheim would do anything for their benefactor. Won’t the throne be left vacant? No worries about that either.

    She can use her powerful magic to commute back and forth. She can handle her duties in Alvenheim and live a sweet married life at Isaac’s mansion.

    Currently, she’s working late nights, but if she manages her responsibilities carefully, such a lifestyle isn’t entirely impossible. The delay is only because Arwen keeps postponing her confession.

    The delegation was also urging her, asking why she was even hesitating. If she continues like this, won’t they fall behind the demons? Why hesitate when they need to check the rising Helium?

    However, once they understood her feelings, they left the choice to her. The elves’ characteristic relaxed nature, with their near-thousand-year lifespans, also played a part.

    As time passed endlessly, Arwen kept watching for the right moment but continued to hesitate. What if it causes problems for Isaac? Would he feel burdened? What if he’s not interested in her? There are other beautiful women around him, maybe even more beautiful than herself, should she even try to intrude?

    The queen who upheld her philosophy and implemented policies despite the Elder Council’s opposition. The wise ruler who, after the race war, once again made Alvenheim a dominant nation. Though supported by “Xenon’s Biography,” she was integrating the dark elves with the elves.

    “Your Majesty, Lord Isaac wishes to meet with you...”

    “I will go at once!”

    But even she was just a regular woman in front of her love interest.

    “But Your Majesty, you still have work to do...”

    “What could be more important than a call from Xenon? I will go immediately!”

    Arwen’s statement was undeniably true. No matter how esteemed she was as the Queen of Alvenheim, she couldn’t compare to Isaac.

    Let’s recall once more what happened after receiving just one letter from Isaac. We don’t have to look far, just consider the Kingdom of Ters. So it’s not strange at all for Arwen to drop everything and head to Isaac’s mansion. Even those assisting her with her duties could understand, though they couldn’t openly express their displeasure.

    “What should I wear? No, before that, do you know why he called me?”

    Arwen asked, flustered, while pondering why Isaac had summoned her.

    Isaac knew she was busy, so he wouldn’t call her unless it was something important. What could it be?

    Siris, quietly watching the excited Arwen, finally spoke.

    “It’s related to ‘Xenon’s Biography.’ He said he’d explain the details directly.”

    “‘Xenon’s Biography?’”

    “Yes.”

    Hearing it was related to ‘Xenon’s Biography’ and not something personal, Arwen felt curious. It didn’t seem like a private matter. Nonetheless, meeting him privately after a long time meant she needed to prepare.

    “Tell Isaac I will come soon. Is it urgent?”

    “No, he said you can come at your convenience.”

    “Alright. Tell him I’ll be there shortly.”

    “Yes.”

    With that, Siris cloaked herself in invisibility. She would soon teleport to Isaac’s mansion.

    Arwen watched her disappear and used her magic to confirm her absence. She was gone. No trace of Siris, even after several checks.

    “Whenever you’re comfortable,” Isaac replied.

    “Alright. Ahem. Ahem.”

    Arwen cleared her throat again to steady her racing heart. She knew she would stutter if she started speaking immediately. When everyone’s eyes were on her, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

    ‘If I were to have my first night...’

    Maybe her thoughts were too heated. Instead of imagining an elf accustomed to human society, she pictured her own first night. She smiled unknowingly and began to speak softly.

    “As you all might know, the most important thing to an elf is their ears. Long ears are more precious than life itself to an elf. They must never be touched by anyone other than a loved one.”

    “I see.”

    Isaac noted down her words, likening it to the demons’ horns but understanding the subtle differences. He knew this much from general knowledge, but the ‘ritual’ aspect was what concerned him most.

    “So, considering sexual relations as a ritual, can it be done without it?”

    “It can. The ritual is mostly about maintaining bodily cleanliness. In Alvenheim, couples on their first night are given ‘dew.’ It’s a liquid diluted with the World Tree’s dew. They apply it to their bodies and then share their love.”

    “Hmm... The World Tree has been destroyed, but if we say Mary secretly brought some, it should be fine. Is it just regular water?”

    Isaac continued to take notes in his notebook as he asked, realizing that this was information he hadn’t known before and was glad he asked Arwen.

    “It’s not just ordinary water, it has a bit of viscosity. How it’s used... depends on the couple.”

    She hesitated briefly, but Isaac understood what she was getting at. The viscosity suggested it was similar to a gel. As they continued to discuss and outline the scene, Arwen added more details.

    “They apply it to each other’s bodies, confirm their feelings for each other, and then embrace. While doing this, they gently touch each other’s ears and whisper words of love.”

    “Hmm... Is there anything to be cautious about?”

    “The most important thing is to avoid injuring the ears. Some humans bite with their teeth, but it varies from person to person. I’m fine with it.”

    “...”

    ‘I’m fine with it?’ Isaac and the others felt a bit uneasy at her statement. It seemed she wasn’t fully aware, lost in her daydreams with her eyes closed.

    While it was a bit odd, Isaac decided to move on. He blinked and then quietly asked.

    “Got it. What comes next? Do they pray to the gods?”

    “Praying isn’t a bad idea. Celebrating the first night with someone as wonderful and loving as Xenon would be... truly joyful. Having him touch my ears with those hands would be so...”

    “Um... excuse me, Lady Arwen?”

    “Yes?”

    Sensing something was off, Cecily interrupted. Arwen opened her eyes, looking at her with a puzzled expression. Cecily scratched her cheek, feeling awkward but knowing she had to address it to prevent any misunderstanding.

    “Did you, by any chance, project yourself onto Mary?”

    “...Huh?”

    “It seemed like you were describing your own feelings... so I just wanted to check.”

    And then her gaze went straight to Isaac. Isaac was also looking at her with vacant eyes.

    At the same time, the scene that she had only imagined in her head quickly changed. The man who was Xenon became Isaac, and the woman who was Mary became herself.

    If you think about it, everything she had just said was basically talking about her ideal first night.

    “...!!”

    Realizing this, Arwen’s ears perked up high.

    “Huaaa...”

    She melted away, becoming limp like ice cream.

    Translators note:

    Arwen sure loves to self-destruct~ It’s adorable tho, so it’s okay~