diskusbooks Chapter 37 Will he be willing?
Chapter 37 Will he be willing?
Are you really going to let me marry Lynn?
This stark contrast caused Elune's mind to go blank for a moment.
Shouldn't they severely reprimand her for leading the way in violating the tradition that "elves do not intermarry with humans" as the clan leader?
Shouldn't we question why she would grant a human being such a precious, once-in-a-lifetime natural contract?
Then. .
Under their disappointed gazes, he resigned from his position as clan leader.
Why are they all not only not against it, but acting like they're rushing to attend the wedding?!
I really want to complain.
but.
Elune's heart started racing uncontrollably.
Marriage...with Mr. Lynn...
This thought made her feel a little... tempted?
It seems to be more than just a little bit.
Elune's heart pounded.
But the next second, she remembered Lynn's reaction that day.
That day, under the tree.
Lynn doesn't seem to want to marry him.
and.
He also has a younger sister named Leah who is extremely dependent on him, with clear eyes but a hidden possessiveness.
He... probably doesn't want to marry me, right?
Is it because... I'm too old?
The thought popped into my head uncontrollably.
She subconsciously raised her hand and gently touched her still smooth, delicate, and flawless cheek.
The elf's appearance was frozen in the prime of her youth, untouched by the passage of four hundred years.
But Lynn... isn't even twenty years old yet?
Elune's heart felt as if it had been gently twisted by an invisible hand, causing a subtle yet distinct pain.
and.
His younger sister, Leah, was in the prime of her youth and had a deep bond with him, having spent every day together…
They must have been mutually in love.
He got drunk and forced Lynn to sign a contract or something.
She's completely a third party who doesn't care about other people's feelings.
Perhaps... I'm more of a nuisance to him.
A bittersweet feeling spread through my heart.
Elune snapped back to reality, realizing she had to explain herself!
We cannot force Mr. Lynn into a relationship he does not want because of our own mistakes.
Even more so...
This creates unrealistic expectations among the tribespeople!
"No...that's not how it is!" Elune said urgently, her cheeks even redder than before.
"Everyone's misunderstood! Actually, forming a natural contract with Lynn was an accident!"
Elune's ears turned bright red.
My speech was a bit incoherent, and my head was spinning.
What do you mean by "kissing someone while drunk and confused"?
"Since there are no wood element crystals around, we can only form a natural contract."
"It was forced upon us; Lynn didn't want to."
"I had to share my insights and magic in order to save everyone."
"Actually, he probably doesn't want to at all."
.......
"what!"
"This is so embarrassing!"
The explanation wasn't finished yet.
Elune was steaming hot all over.
Oh oh oh!
Her eyes were moist.
His authority as the clan leader was completely gone.
I can no longer bear those increasingly ambiguous and knowing gazes.
Elune quickly fled back into her room.
Peng closed the door!
even.
Emerald green light surged forth.
Several thick, emerald-green vines burst forth from the ground in an instant, wrapping around and sealing off the doors and windows of the treehouse, forming an impenetrable natural barrier.
After doing all this, Elune leaned against the cold door panel and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.
A few seconds later, as if she could no longer hold on, she suddenly got up and stumbled back onto the soft bed.
She grabbed the feather pillow and buried her burning cheeks and shy eyes in it.
"Waaah..."
A dull, frustrated groan escaped from the pillow.
How embarrassing!
She was witnessed by the entire clan during that incident, and was even pressured to get married...
For me.
What was Mr. Lynn thinking?
He'll think I'm a shameless, opportunistic elf, won't he?
After all, I was a third party who forcibly interfered.
I can't think about it anymore.
Elune wanted to banish Lynn from her mind.
However, the more he tried to banish that person's image from his mind, the clearer his face became.
Every little thing about him.
And those two passionate kisses.
Elune subconsciously rubbed her lips gently with her fingers again.
Soft and warm.
Will he like it?
"Ahhh! Elune! What are you thinking about!" She shook her head violently and buried her face even deeper into the pillow.
It was as if this would squeeze out those thoughts.
"You are the chieftain of Silver Dew! You are the druid who protects nature! Your mind should be entirely focused on studying magic and the ways of nature! How can you... how can you always be preoccupied with these personal matters!"
Yes, yes, yes! The way of nature!
Elune wants to reconnect herself with the Way of Nature.
but.
Elune couldn't help but recall what her people had said.
"My husband."
"marry."
If you marry me.
Will he agree?
An image involuntarily appeared in her mind: herself wearing the most magnificent wedding dress of the elves, standing under an ancient tree.
And beside her stood that figure, dressed in a suit that matched hers, smiling at her, extending his hand to her…
"ah--!"
Elune let out a short scream and sat bolt upright in bed, covering her face with her hands, where it was burning hot.
Not anymore!
I can't control my thoughts at all!
As if seeking some kind of confirmation, or as if to interrupt her absurd fantasy, she jumped off the bed barefoot and walked quickly to the dressing table.
The glass mirror clearly reflected her image.
The fairy in the mirror has a face that could eclipse the moonlight.
She subconsciously ran her fingers through her long hair.
Her long, silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, shimmering with a faint sheen.
The slight disarray added a touch of languor and vulnerability rarely seen on ordinary days.
Her skin was the cool white unique to elves, as delicate as the finest porcelain glaze, but now it was tinged with a large, alluring blush due to embarrassment, which spread all the way to her graceful neck.
even.
It spread to the tips of the ears.
She gently touched her pointed ear.
It was quite hot.
Just like her heart pounding so hard right now.
Those usually clear and calm emerald green eyes were now shimmering with water, like a lake shrouded in morning mist in the forest.
Those eyes no longer held their former cold and dignified air.
instead.
It was filled with confusion, shyness, and a hint of barely perceptible anticipation.
Her lips were a pale pink, appearing even fuller and more moist as she unconsciously bit them...
Soft, warm, and with a faint floral scent.
She stared blankly at herself in the mirror, her fingertips brushing against her cheek.
Four hundred years have passed without leaving a trace, but the lingering inferiority complex caused by the age gap is hard to erase.
Would he... be willing to accept me as I am?
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the settlement, in the treehouse where Lynn was staying.
"what!"
"Hello, elves!"
"Beautiful, fair-skinned, slender, delicate, with fragrant lips and a sweet voice; devoted, affectionate, and gentle; and her lineage can last for ten generations."
Lynn was still dreaming of being surrounded by soft, fragrant women the day before.
He was reciting the "Ten Victories of the Elf" theory from his previous life as a player.
presumably.
This dream is a bit inappropriate for children.
Just as Lynn was engrossed in it.
The door was pushed open with a loud bang.
Lynn was jolted awake from her dream.
Two figures strode in.
It was Leah and Vera.
Leah had clearly not slept all night; a faint shadow hung beneath her platinum-gray eyes, her gaze a mixture of worry, grievance, and lingering fear.
She went straight to Lynn's bedside, her voice slightly hoarse and tinged with a sob: "Brother, do you know I waited all night? We promised to go back to Gray Mountain together..."
Vera stood a little further back, her silver hair also somewhat fluffy.
Her emerald eyes also showed weariness and concern. She added softly, "Mr. Lynn, Leah was waiting for you all night and was so worried that she didn't get any rest."
"The people in the settlement told me, and that's how she found out you later returned to Silver Dew Settlement..."
There was a hint of worry in Vera's tone.
There was also a hint of resentment.
Lynn sat up, looking at the two girls in front of her who were clearly sleep-deprived, and felt a pang of apology: "I'm sorry, Leah, Vera."
"Yesterday was an emergency. After dealing with the fire, the elves carried me back."
Before he could finish speaking, Leah suddenly took a step forward, opened her arms, hugged his waist tightly, and buried her face in his chest.
"No need to apologize, brother."
"I'm not blaming you, I'm just too worried about you."
"And I don't want to be separated from you; I hate the feeling of being abandoned by you."
Her voice was muffled, with a slight sob in it.
Lynn's heart softened, and all her explanations turned into a gentle embrace.
He raised his hand and gently stroked Leah's long, light blue hair, while patting her back lightly with his other hand.
"I won't abandon you, Leah."
"I promise."
His voice was deep and firm.
But his gaze unconsciously drifted towards Leah's exposed beautiful legs.
After silently telling himself not to look at anything indecent, Lynn's gaze moved upwards.
He looked at Vera, whose eyes were also filled with worry.
Lynn gave her a reassuring look.
Vera received his gaze, and her tense expression relaxed slightly, but she looked at the two people who were tightly embracing.
She sighed deeply.
Vera's vague feelings of affection quietly dissipated in that sigh.